<?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-27270019</id><updated>2011-08-31T00:00:13.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jassssssssssss;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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>365</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-3831441475272684529</id><published>2008-10-29T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:26:51.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="blush-slush.livejournal.com"&gt;blush-slush.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WL convinced me to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3831441475272684529?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3831441475272684529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3831441475272684529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3831441475272684529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3831441475272684529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/blush-slush.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-5668983832786213493</id><published>2008-10-28T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:53:38.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I did this.</title><content type='html'>School was boring. As usual. But the interesting part came after school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel, Asha, HM &amp;amp; I went to Katong to photocopy a chord book. This was when I realised that Ariel had a terribly unhygienic-looking A-Maths Lecture Book. Thankfully she got it re-binded (re-bound?) and changed the plastic. We did the same for our E-Maths books and it made the books look new. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way to Parkway, where Ariel and I proceeded to spend what felt like an hour choosing covers for Jane Austen books. Which she totally splurged on, but hey, the covers were awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SOMEONE made this comment, "are plastics waterproof?" [in a really agitated voice and announcing to the whole of KFC] *ahemahemarielahem* Obviously I burst out laughing because hello, OBVIOUSLY! Hahahaha. Really funny. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah WL can you come back to Singapore quick! We miss you. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-5668983832786213493?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/5668983832786213493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=5668983832786213493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/5668983832786213493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/5668983832786213493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-did-this.html' title='Today I did this.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-2325465959958338183</id><published>2008-10-27T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:14:18.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.agcwebpages.com/1013/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agcwebpages.com/1013/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-2325465959958338183?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/2325465959958338183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=2325465959958338183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2325465959958338183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2325465959958338183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/meow.html' title='meow.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-4188500611036033814</id><published>2008-10-23T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:20:05.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>So I took a personality test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says that I am:&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic, idealistic and creative. Able to do almost anything that interests them. Great people skills. Need to live life in accordance with their inner values. Excited by new ideas, but bored with details. Open-minded and flexible, with a broad range of interests and abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Careers that could fit me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actors, journalists, writers,&lt;/span&gt; musicians, painters, consultants, psychologists, psychiatrists, entrepreneurs, teachers, counselors, politicans, diplomats,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; television reporters&lt;/span&gt;, marketers, scientists, sales representatives, artists, clergy, public relations, social scientists, social workers.&lt;br /&gt;[Bold added in my moi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE! I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE PURSUED JOUNALISM :D And I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think it's damn true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4188500611036033814?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4188500611036033814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4188500611036033814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4188500611036033814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4188500611036033814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3928830887493390272</id><published>2008-10-23T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:10:39.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee!</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to upload pictures on my blog so go to my Facebook to get them. Blogger takes gazillion years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with ALL my gays today, it was as normal as always. Except for the ultra camwhoring session we had with the full length mirror in the "super nice toilet" at PP. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to blog about. Today was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, been playing volleyball everyday and I feel so sporty now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;I deproved by one point from !st semester, to get a grand grade (sounds weird...) of 19 for my L1R5.&lt;br /&gt;Die ah!!! ): And I slid by like 31 level positions. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather I be consistent. Like Asha. ):&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3928830887493390272?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3928830887493390272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3928830887493390272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3928830887493390272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3928830887493390272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheee.html' title='Wheee!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-327683041600964801</id><published>2008-10-22T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:28:29.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec 3.</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah after readind Ariel's blog for awhile I remembered something I've wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Sec 3 rocks.&lt;br /&gt;You can do any flaming outrageous thing and people will just think you're normal.&lt;br /&gt;And your socks can be so low they're invisible [cuz the elastic wore off] and the teachers don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;You can get away with &lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt; socks. No one cares.&lt;br /&gt;Short skirts? No problem-o.&lt;br /&gt;And you get to lord it over the rest of your lowly juniors who, I suspect, don't really give a damn about you.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhhhhh actually this topic came up during mornings at The Canteen Table/recess/after school one day with the girls. Nice ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Played Scrabble with Asha today and she let me form the un-word "yesh". Just because she uses it. Hahahhahaa! Damn funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-327683041600964801?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/327683041600964801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=327683041600964801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/327683041600964801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/327683041600964801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/sec-3.html' title='Sec 3.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-1891231800631304411</id><published>2008-10-22T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:06:31.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/summerskin</title><content type='html'>Chuck says, "8 letters, 3 syllables. Say them and I'm yours."&lt;br /&gt;Blair says, "Chuck Bass, I... will never say them to you."&lt;br /&gt;Chuck says, "Then I'll never be yours."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Chuck says, "Now's your turn to chase after me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh! Chuck/Ed Westwick is like so hot. And his accent is hella sexy. I can't wait for the next few episodes of Gossip Girl. I hope they get together by the end of thes season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to the Peranakan Museum(of all places), today for our LJ trip. I so badly wanted to go to the Biennale instead but... sigh. Can't help it. Anyway most of us spent our time at the stairwell playing with Greg's iPhone, and multiple PSPs. It was so fun, didn't learn anything at all and it was a good excuse to skip classes yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning Day tomorrow, we'll die scrubbing the tables. Have you seen the amount of vandalism there is?! But I pity the Sec 2s who have to wash &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; tables. The Sec 4s at least wrote with whiteboard marker, we wrote with permanent marker + liquid paper + stuck random stickers and drew on it. So nice ah. Oh, and Hiro/Arsal/Chris's corner of the class is absolutely dirty. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going to school tomorrow, such a waste of time but I think my mum will kill me if I suggest not going to school and paying my doctor $10 just to get an MC. Damn idiotic. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stress how badly I need Blair and Chuck to end up together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-1891231800631304411?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/1891231800631304411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=1891231800631304411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1891231800631304411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1891231800631304411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/summerskin.html' title='/summerskin'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-6436419730570302577</id><published>2008-10-21T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:21:48.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rah.</title><content type='html'>I'm too bored to do much posting so point form it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I watched House Bunny with Ariel, Weilin, and Asha today. It wasn't that funny or anything, I'd give it a 3/5. Because of the extreme vapidness.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't remember what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;3. I spent $20 in 2 days, and now have $10 for the next 3. I sound like Asha.&lt;br /&gt;4. Going to the dumbass Peranakan Museum tomorrow. Total waste of my time. The only good thing? We don't get classes.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate Mrs Tan.&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate Mrs Tan.&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate dance. KC is gay to the max.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a feeling I'll be rushing guitar again.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hope you weren't kidding about the N(A) thing.&lt;br /&gt;10. I realise I'm making no sense at all except to me but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;11. I need more money to do more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;12. Radio presentation? Total disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-6436419730570302577?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/6436419730570302577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=6436419730570302577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6436419730570302577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6436419730570302577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/rah.html' title='rah.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8760342613303251986</id><published>2008-10-19T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:58:04.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently, people get the urge to read my blog at &lt;b&gt;1 in the morning&lt;/b&gt;. So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went shopping last night. How great. Whee. I bought a shirt saying "shopping cures depression", which I totally agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to the ice-cream shop today. Cheap and nice. I don't think I'll ever get bored of it and I think I'll frequent it. Because it's cheap. I mean, where can you get ice-cream at $2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. Nothing much to write so I'm just filling it up with "whee"'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366;"&gt;if You could use anything won't You use me&lt;br /&gt;take me and break me and mould me and make me&lt;br /&gt;You died for me so I'm living for You,&lt;br /&gt; i'm living for You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8760342613303251986?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8760342613303251986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8760342613303251986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8760342613303251986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8760342613303251986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/apparently-people-get-urge-to-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3427772840528161970</id><published>2008-10-18T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:20:26.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SPlHBmQpEyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/WrJ87vbZOy4/s1600-h/DSC01469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SPlHBmQpEyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/WrJ87vbZOy4/s320/DSC01469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258312132707554082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night talks with WL are damn funny/fun. And &lt;i&gt;for some reason&lt;/i&gt;, the topic always goes back to boys, which is damn funny because then we think of all sorts of really funny things and scrutinize everything about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half of boy-talk. Nice ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SPlHBnVt2GI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CQHl1d3RY7o/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SPlHBnVt2GI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CQHl1d3RY7o/s320/DSC00785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258312132997273698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had really bad/weird hair then, but I love them + Ariel + WL. You rock my world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3427772840528161970?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3427772840528161970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3427772840528161970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3427772840528161970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3427772840528161970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/late-night-talks-with-wl-are-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SPlHBmQpEyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/WrJ87vbZOy4/s72-c/DSC01469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-794279825445873493</id><published>2008-10-17T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:53:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF.</title><content type='html'>Thank God for pulling me through the week. It's been fraught with distressing results and not enough time to do everything, but I survived :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few mornings have been humorous. Listening to 3F's class drama, I don't know what to say except that I'm glad my class is wayyyyy milder and un-dramatic. No one needs that much drama in their lives, but hey, that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Mrs Neo is just the cutest teacher ever, although she tends to get stressed like super easily. Not good. But still, we love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been in a reflective mood this few days for some weird reason and I.... just deleted a whole bunch of irrelevant stuff. Gonna study during the holidays, the Os are less than a year away, the thought of which terrifies me because I simply cannot see how I'm going to get those 6 A1s I'm aiming for. But as always, I believe God always has His plans so I'm just laying it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this quickie became a not-so-quickie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-794279825445873493?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/794279825445873493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=794279825445873493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/794279825445873493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/794279825445873493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-1091078534731681344</id><published>2008-10-16T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:20:16.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EOYs Part 2/Netball</title><content type='html'>Okay I've gotten over the whole A-Maths thing. Thank God, I passed overall, so I probably won't have an underline in my report book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here are the rest of my results as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;: 64.5% ~ 65% [Thank God for round-ups.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall: &lt;/b&gt;B3 [Yay.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E-Maths&lt;/b&gt;: 90/150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall&lt;/b&gt;: A2 [Yay again. $100!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese&lt;/b&gt;: Like a C5 or something. Lazy to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall&lt;/b&gt;: 57% [Yay thank God!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chemistry&lt;/b&gt;: 69% [Freaking pissed because I lost $100 for having one too many mistakes. Literally.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall&lt;/b&gt;: I'll get back to you. Watch this space for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geog-E&lt;/b&gt;:54% [Damn pissed because I studied super hard. And why do the teachers keep forgetting that Literature is a humanity(orwhatever the singular is.)?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SS&lt;/b&gt;:72% [Yay!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combined Humanities&lt;/b&gt;: 57% [Stupid Geog-E.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall&lt;/b&gt;: Watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Literature&lt;/b&gt;: 67%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall&lt;/b&gt;: B3 [Boo.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physics&lt;/b&gt;:66/67%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall&lt;/b&gt;: A2 [Yay another $100. Thank God.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have altogether $200 to spend, and I think I'm not going to buy the GA calendar anymore. It'll be a waste of money because I don't really look at my calendar. Unless it's the big one where I can hang on my wall :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note on Literature: I write really dumb things when I'm scribbling. Quoting from my scripts,&lt;br /&gt;"...we feel really anxious for Billy as the woman was really creepy."&lt;br /&gt;"Laura's memory reminds her of..."&lt;br /&gt;So dumb right hahaha. My only excuse was that I was scribbling. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was the 'B' Div netball Games' finals. It was Da Vinci against Einstein. It was a good, intense battle, and I was in perpetual fear of losing that I defended like some don't know what (I was playing GK). And my nemesis for the day was Rachel, scaring ther life outta me. In the end, Da Vinci walked away champions, with a score of 8 to 6. IT WAS SOOOO CLOSE. We kept playing catch-up to Einstein ah! Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I have to thank God for the week turning out to be not so disastrous at all. Post-exam activities next week, we'll have a slight break before truncated. Oh and, I can't wait for SMA. So exciting! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-1091078534731681344?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/1091078534731681344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=1091078534731681344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1091078534731681344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1091078534731681344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/eoys-part-2netball.html' title='EOYs Part 2/Netball'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-4249654815804527731</id><published>2008-10-14T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:38:17.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EOYs, Part 1.</title><content type='html'>Horrendous, terrifying, &lt;i&gt;mortifying&lt;/i&gt; results. I have no idea how I'm going to tell my parents. I think they're gonna kill me. Let me break the news here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Got. F9. For. A-Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Nice ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of expected it ah, I think I'm like the lowest in my class. Failed miserably with 39% or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paper 1&lt;/b&gt;:  28/60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paper 2&lt;/b&gt;: 26/yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH WONDERFUL GRADES. There is no way my parents aren't gonna slaughter me! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore my mother is not satisfied with my Chinese improving by one grade. What the? I feel like saying to her "I made improvement already what the heck do you want me to do. Jump all the way to a freaking A1?" Bloody hell ah. I kept my promise (although I didn't like the guitar) and improved right. What the heck's your problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn sick and tired of hearing the same line over and over again. "Improvement is not good enough." BLoody hell, it freaking good enough okay. How do you expect me to shoot up to like, an A or something. Do you know the feeling where you can never be good enough? It's freaking frustrating I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my parents are going to come back and ask me why I'm crying and I don't think they want to hear the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's no excuse, but the fact that I have a constant urge to lie to my parents is because they don't want to hear the truth(although they think they do). The few times I tell the truth they rail at me and then I regret even telling them at all because they, for some unbeknownst reason, are unable to sympathise/see things from my point of view. They're unable, or maybe unwilling, to see that being a teen now is so much more complicated than back then. Again, I acknowledge it's no excuse but it's damn hard to change in the face of all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it was supposed to be a post about my results but I had to let that out. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the rest tomorrow/next time I have the chance to touch the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4249654815804527731?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4249654815804527731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4249654815804527731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4249654815804527731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4249654815804527731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/eoys-part-1.html' title='EOYs, Part 1.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-4585040352854197479</id><published>2008-10-12T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:02:46.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pic-upload.de/14.08.08/m8qelu.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4585040352854197479?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4585040352854197479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4585040352854197479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4585040352854197479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4585040352854197479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/hahahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3383461719013731211</id><published>2008-10-12T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:51:52.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeeeeeeeek! Oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3383461719013731211?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3383461719013731211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3383461719013731211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3383461719013731211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3383461719013731211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/eeeeeeeeek-oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-4793458899561351331</id><published>2008-10-12T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:23:59.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>album 2</title><content type='html'>Band name: 2516 Roman [actually sounds like a band name.]&lt;br /&gt;Album: Time For Personal Contention&lt;br /&gt;Cover: &lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2922543915_f7d109eb21_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool ah? [I'm just bored.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4793458899561351331?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4793458899561351331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4793458899561351331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4793458899561351331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4793458899561351331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/album-2.html' title='album 2'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2922543915_f7d109eb21_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-3191244405364757818</id><published>2008-10-12T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:21:21.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While waiting for video to buffer...</title><content type='html'>I clicked Stumble! and got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Debut Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Go to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random" target="_blank"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Go to Random quotations: &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last four words&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very last quote of the page&lt;/span&gt; is the title of your first album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to do this again, you'll hit refresh to generate new quotes, because clicking the quotes link again will just give you the same quotes over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Go to flickr's "explore the last seven days" &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Third picture&lt;/span&gt;, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it all together, that's your debut album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;/span&gt;"Miesitz" - "An Apostrophe With Fur"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JASMIN%7E1.SAM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/2917275725_11fa46c28e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scary eyes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to waste time. Fun! Shall post up more in different posts. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3191244405364757818?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3191244405364757818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3191244405364757818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3191244405364757818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3191244405364757818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/while-waiting-for-video-to-buffer.html' title='While waiting for video to buffer...'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/2917275725_11fa46c28e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-2859728002461262864</id><published>2008-10-11T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:17:29.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, what? Suddenly everything shifted. May be just a bit, but it makes a difference. I'm confused now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm super sick and tired of my life going in the same big circle. I wanna break out and actually do something that isn't utterly pointless. Determined, I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-2859728002461262864?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/2859728002461262864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=2859728002461262864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2859728002461262864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2859728002461262864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-what-suddenly-everything-shifted.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-2776304258794298286</id><published>2008-10-10T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:50:39.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GG/GA/PP</title><content type='html'>OMG I HATE THE U.S PRESIDENTIAL DEBATES.&lt;br /&gt;It's totally holding up all my shows, for &lt;i&gt;2 weeks&lt;/i&gt;. Rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like dying from anxiety thinking about Chuck/Blair, Rufus/Lily, MerDer (not so much), and I still want Addison to be with Pete. I hate the S.W.A.T guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SUCKS! Omg withdrawal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-2776304258794298286?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/2776304258794298286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=2776304258794298286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2776304258794298286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2776304258794298286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/gggapp.html' title='GG/GA/PP'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-183207555309724479</id><published>2008-10-08T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:56:00.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEEEEEE!</title><content type='html'>I have officially fallen in love with my (new) hairdresser.&lt;br /&gt;And I've done the (not really) wildest thing with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I cut it short&lt;b&gt;short&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;short&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;short&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks nice! :D Yay me. I'm so happppyyy!&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really care about what Mrs Tan has to say about it, I've cut it already she can't do anythingggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeee :D So happy like a butterfly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-183207555309724479?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/183207555309724479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=183207555309724479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/183207555309724479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/183207555309724479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheeeeee.html' title='WHEEEEEE!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-7292646158739754581</id><published>2008-10-07T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:49:54.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, YEAH!</title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE OVER AND SOMETHING WEIRD HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During exam period, I'll have 2 alarms on at the same time and both me and Dad will wake up, Dad in case I don't. So this morning, BOTH US DIDN'T HEAR THE &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; alarms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, woke up at like 730, Dad drove like Hamilton at 120km/h and got to school 10 minutes late for the exams. Luckily I could finish but argh, it was disaster. Whatever I'm focusing on the free time. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I can't wait for my work attachment at SMA (OMG I KNOW) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-7292646158739754581?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/7292646158739754581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=7292646158739754581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7292646158739754581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7292646158739754581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-yeah.html' title='OH, YEAH!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-1749773252059686936</id><published>2008-10-06T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:14:12.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slacker is the worst mode to be in.</title><content type='html'>OMG I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED ON A-MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that exclamation was a total fake. I'm not even anxious for it at all, entering holiday mode already.&lt;br /&gt;Wayyyyy bad, going to screw A-Maths wayyyyyyyy alot.&lt;br /&gt;No one to blame for it but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah whateverx. Shall chiong in the 30+ mins tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-1749773252059686936?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/1749773252059686936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=1749773252059686936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1749773252059686936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1749773252059686936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/slacker-is-worst-mode-to-be-in.html' title='slacker is the worst mode to be in.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-7895118493573200864</id><published>2008-10-06T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:28:55.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"TOHM is the new ANTM!"</title><content type='html'>Thank God for all his grace and mercy, E-Maths was wayyyy easier than Paper 1, and Chemistry was manageable and totally minimal mindmaps! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew omg, my feet stink. *wrinkles nose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONG MORE DAY AND IT'S PARTAYEEEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-7895118493573200864?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/7895118493573200864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=7895118493573200864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7895118493573200864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7895118493573200864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/tohm-is-new-antm.html' title='&quot;TOHM is the new ANTM!&quot;'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8042543771177893712</id><published>2008-10-04T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:01:04.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provider.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is my prayer in the desert&lt;br /&gt;When all that’s within me feels dry&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in my hunger and need&lt;br /&gt;My God is the God who provides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will bring praise&lt;br /&gt;I will bring praise&lt;br /&gt;No weapon formed against me shall remain&lt;br /&gt;I will rejoice&lt;br /&gt;I will declare&lt;br /&gt;God is my victory and He is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a summary of the exams so far:&lt;br /&gt;Everything was okay, except for&lt;br /&gt;Physics SPA which was a total flop I don't even feel like talking about it, confirm fail.&lt;br /&gt;Literature Paper 1. Totally didn't have enough time to complete my analysis. Thank God I'd seen the prose before so I was able to get more quality answers in (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;A-Maths, 10 marks flew away. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;Geog-E. WHat flowers and fruits?!&lt;br /&gt;SS. I totally didn't get the "ugly green monster" thing and gave a really shallow, 3 line answer. Nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall it was a really good week as I totally didn't have time to study enough, thank God my Provider especially for Chinese, for giving me all the nice phrases yay. Hopefully I'll "surprise" my teacher again! :D&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Chinese, something funny happened during my paper 2. I was feeling really really sleepy after the second-last passage (it was ultra boring) so when I was answering the questions, I was obviously half-asleep. Anyway I continued writing,and writing... when I regained full consciousness, I realised I wrote random English letters! It was like "etb...[illegible]" AND I ALMOST BURST OUT LAUGHING. Hahahahaha super stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so drained. I can't study anymore although there's 3 more papers (which I'll probably screw up) and I really want November to come around ultra quickly so I can board my ship(I'm going on a cruise again, brownies here I come!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8042543771177893712?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8042543771177893712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8042543771177893712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8042543771177893712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8042543771177893712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/provider.html' title='Provider.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-7211632188837852391</id><published>2008-10-02T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:13:40.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG EXAMS SUCK LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;Especially exmas which you have to study like, a million times harder for. I think I'll die for O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, today's CHINESE paper was quite manageable, all thanks to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's A-Maths and Literature tomorrow, but I'm not motivated to do anything about it at all. I guess it's the mundane-ness(what's the proper term anyway) of studying everyday and it's tiring to study. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-7211632188837852391?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/7211632188837852391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=7211632188837852391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7211632188837852391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7211632188837852391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-exams-suck-like-i-dont-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-7696341629816832172</id><published>2008-10-01T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:28:36.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>online shopping</title><content type='html'>after exams, i'm so going to convince my aunt to buy me threadless tees. gah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-7696341629816832172?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/7696341629816832172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=7696341629816832172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7696341629816832172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7696341629816832172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/10/online-shopping.html' title='online shopping'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-2174452195144903858</id><published>2008-09-27T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:33:02.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ow, my hand.</title><content type='html'>I feel so accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8, and &lt;i&gt;finished&lt;/i&gt; studying/making notes for Geog-E. by 1230.&lt;br /&gt;Took a half hour break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I repeat, &lt;b&gt;immediately&lt;/b&gt; plunged into physics.&lt;br /&gt;Got through that by 3pm as I already did notes for notes vol. 2.&lt;br /&gt;Rested for half an hour, eating and reading random things.&lt;br /&gt;Studied Social Studies until Ageing Population.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God like 1million mol times, for giving me the &lt;i&gt;willpower and wisdom&lt;/i&gt; to study for the whole day. That was definitely the longest time I spent studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as how I studied so hard today, Dad's bringing to Cafe Cartel for dinner. Yay! And when I come back I &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; continue with Social Studies. I love God for making me such a study freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 630 tomorrow so don't be surprised if I seem like a zombie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-2174452195144903858?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/2174452195144903858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=2174452195144903858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2174452195144903858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2174452195144903858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/09/ow-my-hand.html' title='ow, my hand.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-6098794517489012877</id><published>2008-09-26T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:18:15.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Level SPA</title><content type='html'>Chemistry SPA was super easy, I think I'll get full marks or close.&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS SPA, HOWEVER, WAS A FREAKING BIG DISASTER. I totally panicked! Icould find this or that and then I started freaking out like OMG! ))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And English was so-so. Sigh. I'm gonna study really hard for Geography and Physics tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-6098794517489012877?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/6098794517489012877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=6098794517489012877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6098794517489012877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6098794517489012877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-level-spa.html' title='O Level SPA'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-2160594253953062550</id><published>2008-09-24T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:24:39.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I CAN'T DO E.MATHS TK PAPER 2!!! I'M TOTALLY LOST ON SIMILARITY AND ALL THAT. CRAPPPPPPPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-2160594253953062550?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/2160594253953062550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=2160594253953062550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2160594253953062550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2160594253953062550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-i-cant-do-e.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3002862218039050793</id><published>2008-09-24T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:17:45.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EOYs.</title><content type='html'>I know I've been missing for a long, long while, but so has everybody else. Been really busy, what with school, studying for EOYs, and rushing a report. I barely had time for a decent rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've studied only a meagre bit,  and EOYs start TOMORROW. Time flies, doesn't it? It seems just yesterday we were all strangers, and now, deproved grades and 3 terms later, the class is already bonded (at least my half of it :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst school and the millions of estra lessons everyday, I barely find time to study (unlike others, i'll die if I don't get at least 7 hours' sleep). I'm solely relying on God to help me score my As, there is NOOOOO WAY I can do this on my own. God is my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No weapon forged against me shall remain. Not even test papers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Okay I know I haven't blogged about many, many things, not to mention DAL and PEY's baptism. Heh. I shall, after EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. HAPPY BELATED B'DAY GAY1! I'll write a dedicated post like maybe tomorrow. Love you to the max corex!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3002862218039050793?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3002862218039050793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3002862218039050793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3002862218039050793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3002862218039050793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/09/eoys.html' title='EOYs.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-768487999727920938</id><published>2008-09-18T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:08:27.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly everyone's olddddddd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SNJSG55FA4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/MwP-cpImByY/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SNJSG55FA4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/MwP-cpImByY/s320/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247346794412966786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LENNY!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, you're OLD man. Happy birthday, and don't be stressed by JC life. I still love your graph calc :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 birthdays in a month annd that's still not it. This has got to be a record. Anyway goota go mug for Physics now will talk more soon. Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-768487999727920938?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/768487999727920938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=768487999727920938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/768487999727920938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/768487999727920938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/09/suddenly-everyones-olddddddd.html' title='suddenly everyone&apos;s olddddddd.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SNJSG55FA4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/MwP-cpImByY/s72-c/DSC00016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-4867208649900441903</id><published>2008-09-16T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:48:49.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SM9_7UF2gnI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pX6icsp64bo/s1600-h/dstewart15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SM9_7UF2gnI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pX6icsp64bo/s320/dstewart15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246552747892179570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today again. Woke up and had a bad/weak stomach so I wanted to saty home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things I accomplised today:&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5.15am because I couldn't go back to sleep after my alarm rang.&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to complete my chemistry revision.&lt;br /&gt;I panicked over maths. Bbut didn't do anything about it! :P&lt;br /&gt;Watch The O.C. in it's entirety. Okay not really, I just finished watching the whole show. It was... not that satisfying but I had to finish what I started. So yay me, I can concentrate on studying now without worrying what's going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I came home (from the hawker centre near my home) to find my father watching a really interesting documentary and started watching documentaries.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was sunch a waste of time, it's nearly 6!! I had a whole lot of stuff to cathc up on OMG so dead. I'm not even going to bother about geog + ss test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye have to go study for E.Maths!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4867208649900441903?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4867208649900441903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4867208649900441903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4867208649900441903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4867208649900441903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/09/didnt-go-to-school-today-again.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SM9_7UF2gnI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pX6icsp64bo/s72-c/dstewart15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-8634170788868778073</id><published>2008-09-15T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:28:02.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trauma!</title><content type='html'>Last night was the most traumatic life in the history of my short, short life. After dinner, my stomach was like churning and I was writhing on my bed. Until around 11, my parents decided to take me to the A&amp;amp;E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the funny part: The nurse asked me, "On a scale of 1 to 10, how pain is it?" I felt like laughing but obviously I couldn't, my stomach hurt too much. So I just told her something like a 6, then went to sit down. Apparently a 6 warrants one to be considered mildly urgent, so I zoomed to the doctor's (whee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out I had a reaction to the food, which is weird since I've eaten the dish before and was perfectly fine. I think I was blinded, or rather, I was in too much pain so I said yes to a jab of painkillers. It was supposed to work for 4 hours, but it only worked for like, half an hour before I was in pain again. Hence, my night was spent in excruciating pain and nausea . ): Until around 1am, when the pain stopped for awhile thank God, and I slept until like, 10am, which is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here and not daring to eat anything for fear that the pain will come back again. )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8634170788868778073?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8634170788868778073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8634170788868778073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8634170788868778073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8634170788868778073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/09/trauma.html' title='trauma!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3750287722912939273</id><published>2008-09-13T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:32:49.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>signed out.</title><content type='html'>I've been MIA for so long, Blogger signed me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alxy! Haha. You'll probably going to hate me for posting your really unglam photo. Who cares anyway :P May God bless you even as you grow OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SMvNfVntNBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Mg9LalEKQP0/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SMvNfVntNBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Mg9LalEKQP0/s320/DSC00787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245512129266398226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinshuang! Looking forward to more huachi-ing soon, and the next raleigh outing. Let's work hard for EOYs so we can show off to *ahem*. HEHEH. TOHM, and remember kovan? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SMvNfTMO79I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wT1JJqQNRI8/s1600-h/CIMG1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SMvNfTMO79I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wT1JJqQNRI8/s320/CIMG1512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245512128614297554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIRO! (with the weird bath scrub thing) Ever so nice Jap, whom I pity cuz all the guys call him names. It seems like the only way guys are able to show their affections. Lame. Anyway, if you remember he lent me his PSP once yay! And for that, he's uber-nice whee. Happy birthday, guy-with-the-really-weird-face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SMvNfhzPH1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/6L2vh23E3TM/s1600-h/3C+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SMvNfhzPH1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/6L2vh23E3TM/s320/3C+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245512132535983954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah don't feel like bloging alr. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3750287722912939273?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3750287722912939273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3750287722912939273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3750287722912939273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3750287722912939273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/09/signed-out.html' title='signed out.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SMvNfVntNBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Mg9LalEKQP0/s72-c/DSC00787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-7248729805343715562</id><published>2008-09-06T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:48:06.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAMPIONS/OUCH</title><content type='html'>Goodnews/Badnews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.2 WON! :D YAY. Happyhappy, shan't go into details. I dare say we're like, super competitive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not screwed because I borrowed a formal top from my aunt. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;I put my report slip ion the table before I left for zone service(and my parents were still sleeping then). I come home to find it signed. PRAISE GOD x1000000000.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;My big toe is bleeding from the NAIL part, I think it's because the ball hit it dead on. When I cut it(the nail), the bleeding started cuz I removed the blood clot. So I'm blogging while it clots again so I can bathe.&lt;br /&gt;I have blisters on the balls of my feet. Take it from me, never play sports barefooted. The friction does disastrous damage to your feet. Thank God for adrenaline which prevented me from feeling the pain, up till now. It hurts like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a &lt;b&gt;pretty awesome day.&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-7248729805343715562?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/7248729805343715562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=7248729805343715562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7248729805343715562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7248729805343715562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/09/championsouch.html' title='CHAMPIONS/OUCH'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-5531302538283312445</id><published>2008-09-06T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:50:18.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie!</title><content type='html'>So, just a quick update before I head off to sleep. Sorry for MIA-ing this week! Caught a bug a few days back, but it's mostly gone now hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching The O.C. since like 9am, and I only stopped for food and baths. Thank God for high-speed broadband! But now that it's slowed down (probably due to excessive use), I'm going off to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully I can get a fairly decent formal top for Sunday if not I'm screwed. Okay maybe not, just exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes! *yawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-5531302538283312445?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/5531302538283312445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=5531302538283312445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/5531302538283312445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/5531302538283312445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/09/quickie.html' title='quickie!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8470523850402836450</id><published>2008-09-03T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:24:13.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.</title><content type='html'>I'm halfway through O.C. Season 2, and I agree with whoever it is that said Adam Brody's cuter. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8470523850402836450?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8470523850402836450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8470523850402836450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8470523850402836450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8470523850402836450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg.html' title='OMG.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-4982905687569362618</id><published>2008-08-31T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:37:08.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mediacorp/radio.</title><content type='html'>I've just realised: I haven't blogged about our trip to Mediacorp! Pussycatastrophes were a bundle of nerves but I guess we managed to pull it off with minimal blunders! Yay us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SLqPnnnqn1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/ASCaaYCKokw/s1600-h/27082008345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SLqPnnnqn1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/ASCaaYCKokw/s320/27082008345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240659027212017490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"and we're PUSSYCATASTROPHES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SLqPn_EoBII/AAAAAAAAAgA/6RrK23zcQwI/s1600-h/27082008356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SLqPn_EoBII/AAAAAAAAAgA/6RrK23zcQwI/s320/27082008356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240659033507497090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only photo I could find which I looked decent in. Coincidentally, it was the one Kevin looked the most retarded. Heh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened and our group was by far the most bonded. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4982905687569362618?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4982905687569362618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4982905687569362618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4982905687569362618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4982905687569362618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/mediacorpradio.html' title='mediacorp/radio.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SLqPnnnqn1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/ASCaaYCKokw/s72-c/27082008345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-3631477969375155054</id><published>2008-08-28T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:00:01.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lofty dreams.</title><content type='html'>I was thinking last night: wouldn't it be cool if I went to NYU? (as in New York U, not Nanyang U.) So I went online and checked out their website andI was stuck there for like, an hour. I wanna goooooooooo oh my gosh. Don't wanna stay in stupid Singapore for my U education. Totally boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I have no idea why I'm talking like a bimbo, whatever. I want to go to the College of Arts &amp;amp; Science cuz the site looks cool(no I'm joking)O and they offer &lt;b&gt;Journalism&lt;/b&gt;! Ah, my dream. The sad thing is I'd have to do a double major ): Sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about this anyway. Not going to even go to University until like 4+ years later? But I'm so excited. *jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so I was just talking about this with my parents last night and suddenly I thought(and blurted out), how cool would it be if I met a rich, hot, blue-eyed Caucasian guy. I'd die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd marry him and live happily ever after in our great big mansioni set atop a hill. Hahahahahahah well a girl can dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;P.S. Tomorrow's gonna be funfunfun!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I think I'll work on a shorter-term goal first. Get at least 6 A1s  for O levels and then get into VJC, and then mug my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3631477969375155054?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3631477969375155054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3631477969375155054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3631477969375155054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3631477969375155054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/lofty-dreams.html' title='lofty dreams.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8446164022657811367</id><published>2008-08-25T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:09:23.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritable me, part 2.</title><content type='html'>So I was talking to my mum on the phone, and when she told me she bought cornflakes (instead of Honet Stars that I asked for), I got super angry and I started whining and I almost cried. Gosh, WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME? I was screaming at her in my head but obviously I couldn't voice it out. To make matters worse I couldn't even stew in my anger as KC chatted me up. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hating my behaviour/mood more and more each day and I'd give anything to not feel as shitty as now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I got 16/25 for Geog E, yay.&lt;br /&gt;And KC spells "tomorrow" as "tomolo". Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8446164022657811367?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8446164022657811367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8446164022657811367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8446164022657811367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8446164022657811367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/irritable-me-part-2.html' title='irritable me, part 2.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3670814417543254958</id><published>2008-08-24T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:05:29.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAH.</title><content type='html'>I hate the angst-ridden me nowadays. I think it's the stress. Hmm. And I actually chose to watch The O.C. over the closing ceremony of the Olympics. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh don't wanna go to school tomorrow and I want time to rewind so I can skip Teachers' Day again. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic week ahead. Dance from Monday to Wednesday, Friday performance. AND, Radio's calshing with my Wednesday rehearsal. I think I'm gonna get killed by Mrs Tan and she'll force me to choose. Evil teacher. Hate to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, angst again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3670814417543254958?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3670814417543254958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3670814417543254958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3670814417543254958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3670814417543254958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/rah.html' title='RAH.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-1531513580337052049</id><published>2008-08-22T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:49:46.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sunshine after a rain.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my other subjects weren't as bad, except for Phy &amp;amp; Chem. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phy: 30/50 ----------------&gt; Like shiz man.&lt;br /&gt;Chem: 31/50 --------------&gt; Not any better.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 62% (overall)---&gt;Although I didn't do any classwork/homework, and got like, 24 for that section. Thank God I improved a grade!&lt;br /&gt;E.Maths: 30/40 ----------&gt;I made several calculation mistakes, ie. type the wrong thing into the calculator. ROAR. Would've been able to save my crappy LT if not for that ):&lt;br /&gt;A.Maths: 29/40 ----------&gt; Siannnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;English: 22/30 for Compo (I did expository on teenagers), and 33/40 for Oral. ----&gt; This was despite the fact that my Compo did not have and of the descriptive crap, and I thought my Oral was horrible. Considering that I didn't have anything to talk about and my lies were totally fake. But apparently, they judged on maturity of answers or something like that so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog and SS not back yet, Ms Tay marks SS like an old woman. Sigh. &amp;amp; I got Hiro's PSP! Found a charger somewhere at home cuz I was desperate. Luckily the charging point (or whatever you call it) had a universal colour indicator (so Chem) so I rummaged in my storage closet and found a similar coloured charger. It's good to have a gadget junkie for a father :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the week didn't end as bad as it started, and Mrs Koh's teaching is getting worse by the day, unfortunately ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;These results are by no means good enough. I need at least 4 A1s to buy what my short term shopping needs.&lt;br /&gt;Remember my aunt promised $100 for every A1? Yeah, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want/need to get(in order of importance):&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Acoustic guitar&lt;/b&gt;. A fairly good one, becuase I want it to last and not sound horrible. Definitely not gonna let my dad choose -.-&lt;br /&gt;2. Planning to get a really good manicure during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hang out with my gays. I NEED SOME SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;4. I wanna pierce a second ear hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(un-money stuffs)&lt;br /&gt;5. need to forget _____. Like erase permanently, and I hate it that I get reminders every now and then. Which totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;6. I need a book to readdddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's about all. I'm not needy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm totally freaked out for EOYs now. I have decided to go into &lt;i&gt;hardcore nerd mode&lt;/i&gt; from the beginning of Term 4. I'll cut my after school lunch trips to once a week, and study like mad. I HAVE HAVE HAVE HAVE to get those A1s. Money's a strong motivating factor, yeah? Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I almost forgot. I'm going on a cruise at the end of the year again. Yay! 5 days of total relaxxxx, swimming, waking up to delicious breakfasts (with brownies!). Not to mention lunch, dinner, and supper, along with the crew performance which was like, ultra fun. Now I wish I could only bring a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God things are looking up, and I'm going to catch up on the O.C. now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-1531513580337052049?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/1531513580337052049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=1531513580337052049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1531513580337052049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1531513580337052049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunshine-after-rain.html' title='The sunshine after a rain.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-2527928605532781393</id><published>2008-08-19T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:11:36.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody hell.</title><content type='html'>I'm damn pissed off at everyone in the world and especially myself. What the hell my results are way substandard, except for English, which isn't very much of a consolation because I'd need more than that to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn angry that should anyone just piss me off one little bit, everything would come flying out so I'll just disappear from the world for a few hours until I come down. What the heck, all those hours that I spent studying for my exams like crazy and a B4/3 is definitely NOT my freaking standard and I'd kill to get those few more marks for an A. Results have been dropping since Term 1 and it may not seem so to you, but I care a hell lot about my grades and my heart just sinks that much whenever I get my results back. They're always not good enough, full of errors that I shouldn't have made and I feel like such a bloody failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to be fine when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to make the feeling stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd stop feeling so crappy if I could help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-2527928605532781393?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/2527928605532781393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=2527928605532781393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2527928605532781393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2527928605532781393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloody-hell.html' title='bloody hell.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-1920759958289641560</id><published>2008-08-15T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:22:17.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desperate times call for desperate measures.</title><content type='html'>Okay so this morning I was totally groggy and I thought: crap, I can't sleep on the bus again. I'll flunk Chem! So in desperation, I drank(&lt;i&gt;gulped&lt;/i&gt;) an entire cup of coffee and voila, I was as awake as a bumblebee(random much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.Maths was like, &lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; easy! And Mdm H said it was going to be hard. Roar, cmf! Hahaha. Chemistry was still manageable and &lt;u&gt;I forgot how to test for ammonia&lt;/u&gt;!! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I'm glad the exams are over, so exhausted form all the late nights and dark eyes are coming out. Shall get some extra shuteye over the weknd, but considering that I'll have to complete 2 weeks' worth of A &amp;amp; E.Maths homework(and I haven't even started yet), I don't think that'll happen. SIAN LAH WTH MAN, STUPID TEACHERS. HATE MY SCHOOL FOR BEING SO CHIONGZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Singapore's Women Table Tennis Team got through to the finals. IS THAT COOL OR WHAT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey, can't wait for september yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-1920759958289641560?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/1920759958289641560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=1920759958289641560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1920759958289641560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1920759958289641560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/desperate-times-call-for-desperate.html' title='desperate times call for desperate measures.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-6544696169254671523</id><published>2008-08-14T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:49:04.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD IS LIKE, SOOOOOOOO GOOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OMG I GOT A 41/50 FOR MY CHINESE PAPER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said in chinese, "Jasmine has surprised me. She always never hand in her homework and always talking but she got &lt;i&gt;41&lt;/i&gt;!" Can you imagine, I was still playing PSP when she was sayign that -.- Hahaha! I totally didn't study, and I thank God for His grace and love &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Literature and Physics papers today. I hope I didn't write a whole lot of crap for both, especially Literature. Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinshuang says I say "ohmygawsh!" with a special tone. Do I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Friday + last 2 papers to go. TGIGBF! Hahaha, going to mug chem nowwwwwwx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-6544696169254671523?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/6544696169254671523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=6544696169254671523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6544696169254671523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6544696169254671523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-is-like-soooooooo-good.html' title='GOD IS LIKE, SOOOOOOOO GOOD!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8345970670596632199</id><published>2008-08-13T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:47:08.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for MIA on y'all. Exam period's damn hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think the papers were okay so far, &lt;i&gt;I think I'm actually gonna pass my Geography paper!!&lt;/i&gt; :D *grinssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics tomorrow and I think I'm gonna die for CCR x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8345970670596632199?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8345970670596632199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8345970670596632199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8345970670596632199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8345970670596632199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/quickie.html' title='quickie.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3691617464292355811</id><published>2008-08-11T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:33:28.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>givin' some lurve!</title><content type='html'>WL/Soonie is still the best person to talk to on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;At first, we started talking about our Literature project, then we started getting like damn high because of A Cinderella Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline is, it's damn fun MSN-ing WL and we're playign a dumbass game but what the heck right! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3691617464292355811?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3691617464292355811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3691617464292355811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3691617464292355811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3691617464292355811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/givin-some-lurve.html' title='givin&apos; some lurve!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-2481162496464944101</id><published>2008-08-09T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:44:15.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:RED;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-2481162496464944101?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/2481162496464944101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=2481162496464944101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2481162496464944101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2481162496464944101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/ndp.html' title='NDP'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-2300370582980484081</id><published>2008-08-09T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:15:24.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GARH. -rant-</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm damnnnnn pissed off.( don't read this if you don't want to, it's just a whole lot of stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________. I know you're just trying to be nice. But your poor setence structure, your grammatical errors in every line and stupid questions just make me damn annoyed at you so can you please just LAY OFF. I'd be perfectly fine knowing that we'll never need to talk online/sms ever again because our brains just go on totally different wavelengths. An the thing is, you not getting my meaning and even &lt;i&gt;misinterpreting&lt;/i&gt; it to a very annoyingly large extent pisses me off even more. I should've done as Lenny said and give you an F, but I didn't becuase I'm too nice. But now, I'm starting to regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So could you kindly &lt;u&gt;go away?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;xoxo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-2300370582980484081?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/2300370582980484081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=2300370582980484081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2300370582980484081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2300370582980484081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/garh-rant.html' title='GARH. -rant-'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8015384669053950879</id><published>2008-08-08T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:45:30.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP</title><content type='html'>Pictures from Mountbatten CC's National Day Celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Stellaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJwuD6JNtLI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YBriatcyNGI/s1600-h/DSC01212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJwuD6JNtLI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YBriatcyNGI/s320/DSC01212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232107511780062386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;B&amp;amp;W&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJwuD8wxBbI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RaXk3vW6eCA/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJwuD8wxBbI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RaXk3vW6eCA/s320/DSC01219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232107512482825650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;In colour. The eye make-up then was so much better than today's!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJwuEKY-DEI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7SSSaZRhThQ/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJwuEKY-DEI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7SSSaZRhThQ/s320/DSC01222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232107516141112386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;"This is home, &lt;i&gt;Shirleyyyyyyyy&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJwuEU5N6EI/AAAAAAAAAfo/axL3nldSTOI/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJwuEU5N6EI/AAAAAAAAAfo/axL3nldSTOI/s320/DSC01225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232107518960724034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'M LOVIN' DANCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJwuEiZyFyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/z2rh9mV1LM0/s1600-h/SL743373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJwuEiZyFyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/z2rh9mV1LM0/s320/SL743373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232107522586973986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's performance at school was the most awesome feeling ever! The atmosphere was damn high and we all had so much fun! Although I had to pay $7 to take a cab to school with Genevieve, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Money No Enough 2 with Yinshuang, filbert, Nigel and Kenneth. I'd rate it 3.5/5, it's your usual Jack Neo's brand of slapstick humor. However, the plot saved it from total inanity and makes it a little heart wrenching. A rather interesting plot, I'd recommend it if you have the time and money, but if you don't, it's not that great anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8015384669053950879?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8015384669053950879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8015384669053950879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8015384669053950879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8015384669053950879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-from-mountbatten-ccs-national.html' title='NDP'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJwuD6JNtLI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YBriatcyNGI/s72-c/DSC01212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-1278817838709658831</id><published>2008-08-07T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:53:31.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV season</title><content type='html'>...starts late September. GAH! Grey's comes back on Sept. 25th, which is like more than a month away. Roarrrrrrrr can't wait! :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still damn high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-1278817838709658831?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/1278817838709658831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=1278817838709658831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1278817838709658831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1278817838709658831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/tv-season.html' title='TV season'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-9103097267166717217</id><published>2008-08-05T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:26:47.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-incomprehensible words-</title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMG. So high now. Hahaha so high + happy + everything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about high, this happened during Physics yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Me: *puts hand near laptop/notebook*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;Mrs Neo: *puts hand where I'd just put it* What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Me: *says in dumb voice* It's hot... (like duh, it was emitting heat from the fan area)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;Mrs Neo: -matter-of-factly- Yah it's like that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 5 seconds after that, I burst out laughing and recounted the whoile thing to Kevin and we started laughing like crazy. Hahaha! So dumb please. Actually, I think it was more a case of being high (on what, I don't know, but I suspect the cereal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH OKAY SO I AM STILL SUPER HIGHHHHHHHHHHHH. &amp;amp; Yinshuang please get well soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-9103097267166717217?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/9103097267166717217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=9103097267166717217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/9103097267166717217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/9103097267166717217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/incomprehensible-words.html' title='-incomprehensible words-'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-4269532929440290290</id><published>2008-08-05T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:36:04.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please dont break it&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addictedddddddddddddd hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just garbled the lyrics and sang "L is for the only one I see". Hahahaha lameeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been a longlong week so far (only 2 days!) and already I have dark patches under my eyes. Fantabulous. And I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to start mugging. All my test results scared me half to death and I'm in panic mode now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, off to finish physics e-learning and A.Maths(which hopefully can still be accessed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Did I tell you I'm like so damn tired x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4269532929440290290?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4269532929440290290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4269532929440290290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4269532929440290290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4269532929440290290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/08/l-is-for-way-you-look-at-me-o-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-4811145801502269045</id><published>2008-07-31T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:32:30.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raleigh outing;</title><content type='html'>Raleigh on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinshuang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJG984bZWJI/AAAAAAAAAew/IoMe6SXQmy0/s1600-h/CIMG1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJG984bZWJI/AAAAAAAAAew/IoMe6SXQmy0/s320/CIMG1512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Filbert &amp;amp; Robert have identical bags, cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJG99KssLiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3BDw_fVKKGw/s1600-h/CIMG1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJG99KssLiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3BDw_fVKKGw/s320/CIMG1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My bag + Yinshuang's wallet. Niceeeeeeee ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJG99L2f3QI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bS-AZfXtWr0/s1600-h/CIMG1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJG99L2f3QI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bS-AZfXtWr0/s320/CIMG1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Raleigh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJG99MnTkFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qYPa9-NDNA4/s1600-h/CIMG1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJG99MnTkFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qYPa9-NDNA4/s320/CIMG1527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper fun, refer to&lt;a href="http://fullofpockets.wordpress.com"&gt; Yinshuang&lt;/a&gt;'s blog for details!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4811145801502269045?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4811145801502269045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4811145801502269045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4811145801502269045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4811145801502269045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/raleigh-outing.html' title='Raleigh outing;'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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://bp3.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SJG984bZWJI/AAAAAAAAAew/IoMe6SXQmy0/s72-c/CIMG1512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-7187060096088008082</id><published>2008-07-29T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:56:40.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.</title><content type='html'>Okay being a &lt;i&gt;tad&lt;/i&gt; melodramatic here but, I've been dethrone as hottest in the "compare people" application by the other Jasmine. Damnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha okay actually I don't really care, except that I'm not first in anything anymore ): Boo. Hahaha. Oh whatever. A.maths lecture today was boring to the max, fell asleep a couple of times and as a result didn't absorb much ): Sigh. It's okay, with God's grace I'll do even better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dance, I went to dinner with Shirley (my parents STILL aren't back yet!), and we were just talking about the different impressions that people leave on us and we realised that any and all our actions will be seen, will be heard and will be talked about. Really got me motivated to do the right thing, and to set a better example eg. not ponning school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my homework on the bus ride home, as I knew I wouldn't be able to finish it if I didn't. Thank God for his faithfulness and grace as He helped me with it, helped me with my tiredness. I knew that I knew it was Him cuz I felt like slepeing before that. Isn't god so goooood? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I've jumped like millions of topics in this post, but whatever. Hopefully, I'll be able to get the Raleigh photos by tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-7187060096088008082?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/7187060096088008082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=7187060096088008082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7187060096088008082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7187060096088008082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3501918191985050598</id><published>2008-07-28T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:42:50.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SI3MywCA7XI/AAAAAAAAAeo/bd1GPReU2W0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SI3MywCA7XI/AAAAAAAAAeo/bd1GPReU2W0/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228059914705890674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;COLD FUR/LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3501918191985050598?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3501918191985050598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3501918191985050598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3501918191985050598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3501918191985050598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/cold-furlmao.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SI3MywCA7XI/AAAAAAAAAeo/bd1GPReU2W0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-3642236893077501331</id><published>2008-07-28T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:11:14.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears me up inside.</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I'm gotten Jesse fever again and I've no idea why. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the highlight of my day was LUNCH! &amp;amp; Thanks Kevin for telling me the pattern if not i would have never known, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinshuang I hate you for bursting my bubble, for once I wanna be short. But I think his character/personality/the person more than makes up for the lack of height! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm sorry this post is so choppy, but I'm in no mood to bloooooog. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna die for physics tomorrow and I hate you Kevin for winning me by a mark. Annoyingggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH MY BLOGGABLES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kevin laughs when you "peekaboo!"&lt;br /&gt;2. Shi Ting put both contacts in her right eye this morning and she didn't realise i t until half an hour later. &amp;amp; she also insisted that she &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; put one in her left eye but it MYSTERIOUSLY teleported to her right eye (:&lt;br /&gt;3. Cookie Crisp is awful. Don't ever buy it.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm happy to find someone who appreciates Patrick Dempsey!&lt;br /&gt;5. I really, really wish I were shorter ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3642236893077501331?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3642236893077501331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3642236893077501331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3642236893077501331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3642236893077501331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/tears-me-up-inside.html' title='tears me up inside.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-6255267657100600288</id><published>2008-07-27T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:53:07.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>Just a nice poem I found while stumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.&lt;br /&gt;      I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.&lt;br /&gt;      I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.&lt;br /&gt;      I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;      I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.&lt;br /&gt;      I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.&lt;br /&gt;      I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Good-bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-6255267657100600288?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/6255267657100600288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=6255267657100600288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6255267657100600288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6255267657100600288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8945610416704537850</id><published>2008-07-27T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:46:24.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy/high!</title><content type='html'>After I bathed yesterday, I spent 10 minutes taking to my self in the mirror o.o Call me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Me 1: Ey I feel like eating something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;Me 2: Eat what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Me 1: I feel like eating noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;Me 2:  Walao eh pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I've gone crazy. Oh, I just came back from Shreya's. How nice to be given total freedom. Which also mean I didn't get THAT much studying done... *slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Next up: The not-so-retarded photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boggle time! Yes I won her, much to my chagrin. I felt bad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6cAHGYpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/DVXFxTHXmfQ/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6cAHGYpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/DVXFxTHXmfQ/s320/DSC01148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227687888955007634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason Shreya thinks this is nice but I look &lt;i&gt;wayyyy&lt;/i&gt; too chubby. Shall go for face lipo in the future. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6ckXGa8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/9wrKq5lgpEU/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6ckXGa8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/9wrKq5lgpEU/s320/DSC01152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227687898685795266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6c41fCyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bdUUKXF_ZrE/s1600-h/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6c41fCyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bdUUKXF_ZrE/s320/DSC01172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227687904181947170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random 2 aka Shreya-thihnks-I-look-like-Juno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6dRPrCNI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Qlo5AWMloGU/s1600-h/DSC01183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6dRPrCNI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Qlo5AWMloGU/s320/DSC01183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227687910734235858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shreya doing a fantastic job at being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6dixBIBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7CrW4wy_AgI/s1600-h/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6dixBIBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7CrW4wy_AgI/s320/DSC01192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227687915437498386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random 3 aka I'm-so-high-I-could-fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6v53w28I/AAAAAAAAAeg/E0tC7A1yIQg/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6v53w28I/AAAAAAAAAeg/E0tC7A1yIQg/s320/DSC01191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227688230877453250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last picture had a twist...&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT HOMIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Walao look at my hit counter vs number of tags. NOT PROPORTIONAL CAN. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8945610416704537850?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8945610416704537850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8945610416704537850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8945610416704537850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8945610416704537850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/crazyhigh.html' title='crazy/high!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SIx6cAHGYpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/DVXFxTHXmfQ/s72-c/DSC01148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-7005211779400512465</id><published>2008-07-27T07:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:09:06.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAR.</title><content type='html'>Ey my bio clock is like, torturing me. Look at the time! &amp;amp; I slept at 1am last night. Stupid/retarded/idiotic body clock. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, it's 8am and I don't know what to do. I'll post pictures some other day when Yinshuang gets them up on her blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yesterday was really awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]Okay Jsut a bit of randomness here:&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I have super alot of earphones. -.- &amp;amp; because I use those in-ear ones, I always play with the earphones until the bud comes out and I can't find  it. So dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; my parents are away until tuesday. Anyone wanna sleepover? Hahaha.[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-7005211779400512465?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/7005211779400512465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=7005211779400512465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7005211779400512465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7005211779400512465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/roar.html' title='ROAR.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-4638670147408168547</id><published>2008-07-26T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:12:42.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>has it really been a year?</title><content type='html'>Okay, time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been reminded it's been a year since _____, and it seems like just yesterday. I'm glad that I've grown into a person who makes better decisions, not on stupid immpulse or anything. So here's to a year of happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it wasn't good while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;Although I missed the games we played, especially our 3-word games that always ran together in a never-ending cycle. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4638670147408168547?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4638670147408168547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4638670147408168547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4638670147408168547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4638670147408168547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/has-it-really-been-year.html' title='has it really been a year?'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-7579533239223490990</id><published>2008-07-25T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:29:59.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellobello.</title><content type='html'>Okay so today, was a total waste of time and I can't wait to see him again OMGX! Yinshunag I love you so veryvery much, for going crazy with me and using up a whole piece of paper for notes during literature. I can't believe we still have so much to say after all this time and I can't believe it's been a whole month I'm so sad/depresssed moody but TOHM makes me happy again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, actually you didn't have to read that whole chunk on top, it's just for Yinshuang's reading pleasure hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;color:green;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;color:red;"&gt; BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;color:blue;"&gt; ARSAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SImqk5LuSGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kd30r_QH5aE/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SImqk5LuSGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kd30r_QH5aE/s320/DSC01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226896393342175330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although you're like the craziest person I've ever known but 3C still loves you all the same. Please be as gay 1 and a half years down the road. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span col=""  style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-7579533239223490990?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/7579533239223490990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=7579533239223490990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7579533239223490990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7579533239223490990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/hellobello.html' title='hellobello.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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://bp0.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SImqk5LuSGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kd30r_QH5aE/s72-c/DSC01078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-3161655479822922694</id><published>2008-07-24T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:16:57.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 hours of my life: poof!</title><content type='html'>Okay, TKH was seriously scary today. He screamed at me today, so scary. Idiot ST got away with it cuz SK thought she was present. Too unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 6 hours of my life was wasted in detention, because he didn't let us go for classes :/ Gah, wasn't anything interesting today anyway, so I guess it's okay. But gracious, my back was aching by the end of it. Wasn't anything much, and so because there were no teachers there (except for Mr/Uncle Leong) we got to chit-chat to while away the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely not pon again unless I can get someone to mark attendance for me. Most boring day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3161655479822922694?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3161655479822922694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3161655479822922694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3161655479822922694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3161655479822922694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/6-hours-of-my-life-poof.html' title='6 hours of my life: poof!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-409372248318780654</id><published>2008-07-23T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:04:34.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RH day</title><content type='html'>I was sleeping while all you non-ponschoolers were at school. I woke up at 1.30pm. Be jealous! :D&lt;br /&gt;Eating roti prata which I COOKED now. Actually, it was frozen roti prata and all i had to do was put it in the frying pan. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt; I will not be that person who lays it all down, then go back to square one. I will not be influenced by the world and I am NOT going to make the same stupid mistake ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-409372248318780654?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/409372248318780654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=409372248318780654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/409372248318780654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/409372248318780654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/rh-day.html' title='RH day'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-5689593175098241120</id><published>2008-07-19T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:39:42.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teehee!</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm not going to care about what some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idiots &lt;/span&gt;have to say about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm so glad the hectic week of tests are over, I would have died. Thank you God, for Your grace in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Joanne's house last night to make jelly, which was quite nice but not sweet enough. But good for a first try! ;D Had a surprise "party", not that well organised but whatever, where the highlight was that there was "strawberry pizza" which tasted more like apple crumble but still yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess.. that's all. &amp;amp; I thought my Literature was good but then, everyone around me was still writing furiously when I was done. That's not good. Not good at all!!! Gah boo):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.Maths &amp;amp; Chemistry test next week, and I forgot to bring home my A.maths Lecture Book yay(not).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-5689593175098241120?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/5689593175098241120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=5689593175098241120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/5689593175098241120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/5689593175098241120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/teehee.html' title='teehee!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3890339589258906164</id><published>2008-07-17T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:53:36.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love/hate.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today I came up with my own list(albeit a little shorter). &amp;amp; I feel so much better now that I came up with that list + I love OBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole day was spent anticipating the Raleigh meeting, wondering whether anyone would turn up at all. Surprisingly 13/15 people turned up! Was elated to see them but HL's phone was off zzz. Whatever, shall try again, there's plenty of time and I can't wait for 8 Aug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh talking about 8 Aug, I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; the whole performing-at-the-Assembly-Plaza thing. It's so stupid. &amp;amp; Halfway while dancing during rehearsals just now I totally had a case of stage fright and my heart was beating like super fast, plus I couldn't rmb any steps at all. Worst thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a quick retreat home after dance, and ate TOMYAM for dinner woo yay. (: Oh &amp;amp; I hope Lit test tmr's gonna be easy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3890339589258906164?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3890339589258906164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3890339589258906164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3890339589258906164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3890339589258906164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/lovehate.html' title='love/hate.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-4166467392547108189</id><published>2008-07-16T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:13:45.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG CAN'T RELAX. CAN'T RELAX -breathes in, breathes out- NOPE NOT WORKING. EH NOT FAIR. SO NOT FREAKING FAIR! I WANT TO BE THE ONE. I WISH I COULD'VE MADE FRIENDS. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M GONNA GET PWNED BY A.MATHS TMR AND I'M JUMPING MAD OVER THIS. I THINK STEAM IS COMING OUT OF MY EARS BUT I'M NOT SURE. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG JEALOUS JEALOUS JEALOUS. I FEEL LIKE JUMPING AROUND, LIKE A HYPERACTIVE BUNNY, OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4166467392547108189?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4166467392547108189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4166467392547108189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4166467392547108189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4166467392547108189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/omgomgomgomgomgomgomg-cant-relax.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8624824436314125632</id><published>2008-07-16T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:02:08.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tooday.</title><content type='html'>Was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Good:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wednesday = slack day&lt;br /&gt;- Spent only $1!&lt;br /&gt;- Discovered (yesterday) that SK is really fun to tease.&lt;br /&gt;- The "battle" during dance was super fun. Much nicer than KC's! Hahaha I'm just biased.&lt;br /&gt;- Messaging Yinshuang on the way home, was super fun and WE ARE SO EVIL/OBSESSED. Haha, we'd be stalkers if we could.&lt;br /&gt;- Finding out that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-not boyfriend material guy-&lt;/span&gt; lives near me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Social Studies test. I didn't get to write my conclusion!!! Omg. 2/3 marks fly away...&lt;br /&gt;- Wanted to play guitar today but the PCCG room was in use. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;- I can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get &lt;/span&gt;the dance steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; The Ugly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Gonna flunk my geography paper quite horribly. Didn't study much because I was turned off by the amount of things to remember :/ Gah. Like, single digit here I come? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall I guess it was a pretty good day considering that the good outweighed everything else. But the geog paper... ah whatever. 2 more days, I'm so gonna save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;color:red;"&gt;Please, please, please be free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8624824436314125632?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8624824436314125632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8624824436314125632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8624824436314125632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8624824436314125632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/tooday.html' title='tooday.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-6957558245933107582</id><published>2008-07-16T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:00:00.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese.</title><content type='html'>A week or so back during CE lesson, we were discussing something about culture, race and religion. So when Kevin was asked what he would use to describe all these, he said, "discriminatory." That just so Kevin, but it sparked off something about "help Wanted" ads saying that the employee must speak Chinese. So it got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone want to hire Chinese? I mean, even you're doing business in China, the people that are working with you(from China) should be a ble to speak English as well. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the international language afterall, and you don't see American or European people learning Chinese if they want to attract business from China. To me, I think it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; who should learn English and not the other way around. It would be more beneficial to everyone involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us, we wouldn't have to learn Chinese(even if we did learn, it'd be more for the origin and history stuffs). For them, they'd be able to communicate with the rest of the world! Isn't that SO MUCH BETTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you'll have to take this from someone who will probably never like learning/studying Chinese ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-6957558245933107582?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/6957558245933107582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=6957558245933107582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6957558245933107582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6957558245933107582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/chinese.html' title='Chinese.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-1704400438061263414</id><published>2008-07-15T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:49:53.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!</title><content type='html'>E Maths:&lt;br /&gt;Horrible, I didn't know there was a last page until the teacher said so when there was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 mins left.&lt;/span&gt; And because of that I missed out on 3 marks which could have made a difference! I so could have gotten the mark lahhhhh!!! STupidstupidstupid, I think I'm gonna flunk the paper. The graph was horrendously done, anyhow only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics:&lt;br /&gt;It was manageable, the questions were all repetitive and I think the teachers just want to test us on our application. But seriously, it got a bit boring after a while. Finished 10 minutes before time so that's good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths Lecture: I was totally like, "Why do we have to learn this anyway; we're not even gonna use it in real life." I think school might actually be more stressful than working life itself, which isn't true from what I hear. Gah. I'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I might be getting a new(okay second-hand, but new to my house!) computer soon. Yay much, then I wouldn't have to fight with my father for the computer and I'd pretty much be on 24/7. Happyhappyhappy! Plus with the new addition, I'd be getting my own room (finally!) so I can do all my stuff in it. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nothing much life-wise, school been boring my the clique really perked things up. &amp;amp; I think my class will be the worst 3C class in the history of TK. We're slacking!!! Sigh. Oh and SK's really funny to tease. Me and Shi tIng got a kick of doing lame stuff to him today, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Yinshuang, sorry I didn't reply your messsage! :X I totally forgot until like, now. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-1704400438061263414?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/1704400438061263414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=1704400438061263414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1704400438061263414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1704400438061263414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/gah.html' title='GAH!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8959806685209670329</id><published>2008-07-13T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:30:48.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE DECIDED</title><content type='html'>...to be cool about the whole not-bringing-home-books thing, because it's so totally not worth it. I'll just mug for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to seriously learn more songs onn the guitar and improve my guitar standard, because it's like crap and I really wanna play it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to start being more disciplined. I need God's grace! Because my willpower is like, non-existent and is, in fact, a negative if you had to put a number to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to be a better example, to be more of an influence, to be a better friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...TO STOP FORGETTING STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to stop this list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8959806685209670329?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8959806685209670329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8959806685209670329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8959806685209670329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8959806685209670329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-decided.html' title='I HAVE DECIDED'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8060812506004054014</id><published>2008-07-11T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:35:46.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREWED, OMG!</title><content type='html'>Omgomgomgomg I am so freaking screwed!!!!111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I DIDN'T BRING HOME ANY BOOKS TO STUDY FOR LEVEL TESTS HOWHOWHOWHOWHOW OMGOMGOMG I AM GONNA DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking out here!!!! Gahhhhhh worst time EVER to get sick garh123456789.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8060812506004054014?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8060812506004054014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8060812506004054014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8060812506004054014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8060812506004054014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/screwed-omg.html' title='SCREWED, OMG!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-6904391633219868617</id><published>2008-07-10T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:04:49.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CMF!</title><content type='html'>Omgomgomgomg, so sadddddddddd, I feel super cheated lah please. Was so looking forward to it, and then something cropped up! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dance yesterday, and &lt;b&gt;Brenda gave the cold to me.&lt;/b&gt; The good thing is, the outing's cancelled. The bad thing is, I feel terrible. &lt;i&gt;sneezecoughmoan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, although I was sick today, still went to eat &lt;u&gt;ban mian&lt;/u&gt; with Yinshuang. Had enough sense to ask for less spice, not enough to not order it at all. Oh well, I'm paying the price now 'cuz I feel worse than before. Luckily, my dad was nice enough to fetch me home yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I finally uploaded some pictures because I have nothing to do while waiting for my hair to dry before I go to sleep the sick off(you didn't need to know that, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like something's stuck in it's butt, or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SHYHg0wj1KI/AAAAAAAAAcc/viMwUQigz3o/s1600-h/DSC01070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SHYHg0wj1KI/AAAAAAAAAcc/viMwUQigz3o/s320/DSC01070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221369078482195618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Green: "Cosy two-seat environment!" Pink: "Test your compatibility as a couple!" Okay... Since when did a Jurassic Park arcade game become a test for compatibility?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SHYHhhJwCDI/AAAAAAAAAck/prX0dPvdbnA/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SHYHhhJwCDI/AAAAAAAAAck/prX0dPvdbnA/s320/DSC01071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221369090399012914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shi Ting and I saw this on the bus the other day and were laughing hyseterically. Looks like Dylan has a secret admirer... Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SHYHhwj5_hI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ruxWXK50zE4/s1600-h/DSC01074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SHYHhwj5_hI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ruxWXK50zE4/s320/DSC01074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221369094535249426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spot the mistake: "heated zinc burns in zinc." -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SHYHiDeakNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/PSCevpO8TOY/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SHYHiDeakNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/PSCevpO8TOY/s320/DSC01077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221369099612491986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arsal was being some gay -blank-, holding an umbrella and playing Umbrella on his phone. I love my gay friends, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SHYHiv9VqII/AAAAAAAAAc8/svOKwxJZuCY/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SHYHiv9VqII/AAAAAAAAAc8/svOKwxJZuCY/s320/DSC01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221369111553353858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it for the disturbing/not-so-disturbing photos. Yinshuang, TOHM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-6904391633219868617?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/6904391633219868617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=6904391633219868617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6904391633219868617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6904391633219868617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/cmf.html' title='CMF!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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://bp2.blogger.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SHYHg0wj1KI/AAAAAAAAAcc/viMwUQigz3o/s72-c/DSC01070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-3112344681554680574</id><published>2008-07-08T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:18:04.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hancock/Raleigh outing;</title><content type='html'>Went out with 7/15 Raleigh people yesterdayyy. We went to MS, and called Hiap Luh. Kenneth then proceeded to disturb him with &lt;i&gt;annoying and inane&lt;/i&gt; questions about where he was, what he was doing etcetcetc. So -blank-(can't find the word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watched Hancock, which was super nice but had a super sad ending. I don't like it that the people who are in love can't be together! Siannnnnnnn hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour before the movie:  bowling alley nearby. Put two and two together and voila, you get us bowling, me being the nooest. Of course lah, cut me some slack it was only me 3rd time bowling okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes to go: Nothing to do. Arcade! Walked around aimlessly for awhile before spotting the BishiBashi machine and POUNCED on it, Yinshuang is so noob at it! Haha and I was hammering the buttons like no-one's business. Of course I won. I'm pro yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so anyway, at random moments during the movie, Yinshuang and I were talking about _______. Hahaha was super fun, plus the mrt ride home which I think Chang How overheard some of our conversation becuase &lt;i&gt;he was right behind me!&lt;/i&gt; Faints. But him being him, I don't think he'll tell. At least I hope not :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke Yinshuang with nice thoughts because apparently I messaged her a minute before her alarm rang. Perfect timing eh! And so we were messaging for almost the whole day being blithering idiots over _______. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, actually I have some dumb/random pictures I took yesterday/today, but I'm too lazy to plug my handphone in. Too bad for me/you. Whatever, it'll be up someday or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:8;color:red;"  &gt;4 more days;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3112344681554680574?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3112344681554680574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3112344681554680574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3112344681554680574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3112344681554680574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/hancockraleigh-outing.html' title='Hancock/Raleigh outing;'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3346242997203375398</id><published>2008-07-06T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:26:53.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"nnnnnnnner..."</title><content type='html'>Joanne is sooo cute! Hahaha she keeps going "nnnnnnnner...." which, to me, is like the funniest thing ever (aside from Asha's "bird-day").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the weekends, as always, was the highlight of the week (although there's nothing much I can say because it's normal, but at least it's better than school!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Raleigh outing tomorrow, and I can't wait! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3346242997203375398?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3346242997203375398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3346242997203375398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3346242997203375398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3346242997203375398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/nheeeeeeee.html' title='&quot;nnnnnnnner...&quot;'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-913872123196380291</id><published>2008-07-05T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:21:03.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a week old ____. ):</title><content type='html'>It's already been a week, time flies. I still wanna go back to OBS! ): I miss the group, I miss the instructor, I miss the camp things, I miss everything(except the mosquito bites, that is). &amp;amp; no one is answering my sms-ed, gah. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been frenzied, what with going back to school, re-adapting to the hectic business of doing homework, learning, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But literature yesterday was fun, I thoroghly enjoyed myself huachi-ing with Yinshuang. &amp;amp; we're so not over him lah my gosh :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess that's all, school is boring what can I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-913872123196380291?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/913872123196380291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=913872123196380291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/913872123196380291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/913872123196380291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-old.html' title='a week old ____. ):'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3373712724719812816</id><published>2008-06-30T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:44:15.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZIES ON THE LOOSE!</title><content type='html'>OHMYGOODNESS YINSHUANG AND I ARE LIKE, ABSOLUTELY FANATICALLY OBSESSED OVER _______!!!! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3373712724719812816?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3373712724719812816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3373712724719812816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3373712724719812816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3373712724719812816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazies-on-loose.html' title='CRAZIES ON THE LOOSE!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-6720634966458696426</id><published>2008-06-30T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:21:48.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-OBS thoughts/monday blues</title><content type='html'>I'd do anything to go back to that first day, to not switch groups, to be more enthusiastic, to treat my instructor better, to &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; him better ): That's the only regrets I have actually. I don't know why I was dreading the camp so much, it was almost the best thing that happened to me this year. Oh &amp;amp; Yinshuang, saddddddddddddddd ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever. Mondays suck nowadays, because:&lt;br /&gt;1. Who doesn't have Monday blues?&lt;br /&gt;2. Double periods for everything except recess. &lt;u&gt;Sian half.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ends later!&lt;br /&gt;4. Dance. Although I didn't go today because I didn't know there &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; one but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm in a whatever mood now. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-6720634966458696426?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/6720634966458696426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=6720634966458696426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6720634966458696426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/6720634966458696426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/06/post-obs-thoughtsmonday-blues.html' title='post-OBS thoughts/monday blues'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3840229715941212197</id><published>2008-06-28T15:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:55:45.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raleigh ready, Releigh PULL!</title><content type='html'>That was my favourite phrase of the entire camp. Watch Raleigh was awesome and thankfully I was found out after I changed group! Phew. OBS was fun until cannot fun anymore. BEST CAMP + CAMP INSTRUCTOR EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day one,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached our campsite. After getting into our groups, I was like super &lt;i&gt;sian diao&lt;/i&gt;, cuz at the time, I thought it was the worst group ever (what with all the weird guys and stuffs). So I secretly changed to Costeau&lt;i&gt;(pronounced coos-tow)&lt;/i&gt;, because ST was in it. But luckily I got found out and was relegated back to Raleigh&lt;i&gt;(pronouced reh-ley)&lt;/i&gt;, where I met my fabulous-awesome-bestest-cutest-nicest instructor ever! Hiap Luh&lt;i&gt;(pronouced hee-up loo)&lt;/i&gt;  rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some game, we went &lt;b&gt;kayaking&lt;/b&gt;. Super fun! Partnered Kenneth and we had to capsize ourselves( so dumb ah!). But we paddled around so it wasn't that bad, except that my shoes were full of sand by the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we washed up and stuffs, the guys went to pitch tents while us girls did the cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-spares boring details-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Two,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our morning circle, and after some team-bonding games, Hiap Luh(his name so cool! hahaha) gave us his bandannas, and I got the only blue one! Wheeeeeeee. He said it was to protect our scalp from sunburn. So nice lahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha so after that we did canvas fall, where we all had to hold a piece of canvas to catch a falling person. The last person to fall was HL, and he was like, so light lah. Then the guys all bully him, wrapped him in the cavas and it was super funny to watch them. Hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we set out for our land expedition. Almost died while walking lah, and we almost got lost but we didn't. Phew. After getting there, we had to pitch tents, and then the intsructors taught us something, in which Hiap Luh was super childish lah but super funny. Okay so then we had dinner, but it was very windy and it was drizzling, so we didn't cook. But Abhiyan suddenly had a nice streak and cooked noodles for me! After he came to my tent to look for instant noodles and I asked hahaha. &amp;amp; I never knew there was such a thing as &lt;u&gt;canned curry chicken&lt;/u&gt; hahaha but it was super delicious. Abhiyan's instant noodles are like super delicious too and we kept raving about it. Hahahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after sentry duty, the band people all talked together while Shakir and I were sitting there listening. Soon after he started telling lame jokes and lame "ghost stories" and we all laughed like crazy. Slept around 11pm becuase I was super tired but they all were still outside talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up super early, and then we kayaked back to Camp 2, and I partnered Quanfeng. We were super sian by the time we were midway there and we just paddled slowly back. My toe was super pain when we got there so I had to change into slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had a belaying activity and did the Triple D. Was super fun and I partnered Abhiyan, who practically pulled me up 2 or 3 logs, to the top. He's like super strong lah hahaha, whee! Then Hiap Luh gave another of his talks (I love his talks) and after that we got washed up, pitched tents and cooked again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhiyan cooked instant noodles for me again I swear he was being super nice all of a sudden. The rest of us either pitched tents or cooked rice, which was soggy because we put too much water in. Hahah but it was the funnest dinner of the camp becuase we finally got to sit together and talked. Robert's super funny and Yinshuang &amp;amp; I would laugh whenever he talkes. Super funny lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we finished packing opur store in record time and Hiap Luh was impressed haha. So we had 1 and a half hours to slack/pack bags/bathe, and Yinshuang and I were talking and laughing like crazy madwomen, probably because we were too tired and as a result, high. did alot of crazy things and when 2230 came, we met Hiap Luh, who made &lt;b&gt;Orange Milo/Ovaltine&lt;/b&gt; for us! We sat around in a circle, savouring the drink while Hiap Luh told ghost stories that weren't scary at all, hahahaha. ("DON'T HAVE LAH!") But his storytelling skills are super good lah. After that he said he'd wsah our cups for us and walked us back to our campsite! &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;THIS KIND OF INSTRUCTOR WHERE TO FIND!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we got back, we all were like, "what to do now, don't want to sleep leh." We looked around for people to talk to and tadah, we found &lt;b&gt;Quanfeng&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Joshua Kwa&lt;/b&gt;. We all played Truth(no Dare) but then people got sleepy, so they didn't play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; Joshua was super high! After like, idk how many isotonic drinks +milo +coffee. After spinning the torchlight for the first time, he took it and started singing the "ooh you touched my tralala" song. So high and we were all laughing at him for like, the 5 mins of his "performance". Hahaha you had to be there to witness it to experince the funny-ness of Joshua on isotonic drink :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 0100, Joshua and QF went back to their tents, ending the night games, and we were all super sleepy by then so we all slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Four,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 0545 after Constance screamed at Cousteau because they were making alot of noise.  Washed up, met Hiap Luh at 0600 where we played games, had reflections and alot of fun things, he drew a Handiplast on my arm! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had jetty jump and it was so fun! Yinshuang and I kept copying Robert, "ji chou yi xia!" We shouted out or commitments and the feeling of being in midair was exhilarating. Then yo uhit the water and whoosh, you're engulfed, but the lifevest helps you float to the surface. We alll jumped twice, Kenneth thrice. Hiap Luh jump twice too! Hahaha he swims super well lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from there, everything went downhill. We lost our store key, people stole stuff from us, and Hiap Luh, being the ultra-nice person that he was, paid for the key +block which cost $60+. Like, he didn't have to do that! And we didn't even get to say a proper goodbye to him ): Sad much? And he major pangseh-ed us lah! ))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the bus ride + KFC, Yinshuang and I were talking talking talking like a couple of bimbos. But it was funnnnnnn :D OBS rocked my world, I have no idea why I dreaded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span colour="red"&gt;CHEW HIAP LUH IS THE BESTEST EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, God answered all my prayers. No rain(very little and not crucial at all), no period, no mud, and it was very, very fun. Jesus rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: While checking my harness, Hiap Luh noticed the "sexy hunky 2G" on my shirt and laughed. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3840229715941212197?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3840229715941212197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3840229715941212197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3840229715941212197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3840229715941212197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/06/raleigh-ready-releigh-pull.html' title='Raleigh ready, Releigh PULL!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-2013999813167429048</id><published>2008-06-23T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:16:29.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;align="right"&gt;First day of school and we thought we could slack. But no, the teachers are smart. They prepared material okay! So in the end we still had to have lessons. Thankfully, it was still quite slack so not bad, got to catch up with people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, I got into Excel! Woooo. Happy to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Who doesn't know what cohort means?! Tsktsktsk. Noob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-2013999813167429048?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/2013999813167429048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=2013999813167429048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2013999813167429048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2013999813167429048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/06/excel.html' title='Excel!'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8171133201887712398</id><published>2008-06-22T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:25:51.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogskin change again.</title><content type='html'>I can't help it! I love this blogskin more. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After zone service, Lilian &amp;amp; I went home together. Apparently the girl was high on crack or something :P&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Scatterbrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF40SvLzsrI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OkI32-0MwBA/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF40SvLzsrI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OkI32-0MwBA/s320/DSC00984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214662915049894578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lilian-high-on-crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF40TNC_o7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/LzFlsuC-tyo/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF40TNC_o7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/LzFlsuC-tyo/s320/DSC00987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214662923065992114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF40TIU6SvI/AAAAAAAAAbk/yaWSqJ48NRI/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF40TIU6SvI/AAAAAAAAAbk/yaWSqJ48NRI/s320/DSC00995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214662921798961906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF40TvLlpwI/AAAAAAAAAbs/FKKYp1BHOEU/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF40TvLlpwI/AAAAAAAAAbs/FKKYp1BHOEU/s320/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214662932228843266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF40UuQM8cI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qKRv8bkTk2Y/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF40UuQM8cI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qKRv8bkTk2Y/s320/DSC01006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214662949159629250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 3&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF49sXNR_yI/AAAAAAAAAb8/wq_W48DIULg/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF49sXNR_yI/AAAAAAAAAb8/wq_W48DIULg/s320/DSC01006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214673250894872354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take 4! She's so cute right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF49sqmfX9I/AAAAAAAAAcE/gk6wB0wlfPQ/s1600-h/DSC01012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF49sqmfX9I/AAAAAAAAAcE/gk6wB0wlfPQ/s320/DSC01012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214673256100880338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF49szZ7PQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xD3_3KG9A_c/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF49szZ7PQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xD3_3KG9A_c/s320/DSC01013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214673258464099586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chio&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; right. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF49tGGuvzI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UO0l390lbro/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF49tGGuvzI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UO0l390lbro/s320/DSC01017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214673263483862834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8171133201887712398?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8171133201887712398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8171133201887712398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8171133201887712398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8171133201887712398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogskin-change-again.html' title='Blogskin change again.'/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SF40SvLzsrI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OkI32-0MwBA/s72-c/DSC00984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-4941833634989556346</id><published>2008-06-20T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:51:08.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/48/91/0000034891_20061021032114.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this guy is 30?! He acts as a 16 year old in Nip/Tuck. Crazy &lt;i&gt;bodoh&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4941833634989556346?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4941833634989556346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4941833634989556346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4941833634989556346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4941833634989556346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-you-believe-this-guy-is-30-he-acts.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-184865859005479589</id><published>2008-06-20T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:45:15.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After watching all 4 seasons of GA 3 times, I've moved on to: Nip/Tuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, watching people screw up their lives. Sadist much? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-184865859005479589?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/184865859005479589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=184865859005479589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/184865859005479589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/184865859005479589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-watching-all-4-seasons-of-ga-3.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-5091288962170430336</id><published>2008-06-12T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:21:31.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a goofy father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as we were walking past a departmental store...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SFCVaYwtK4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/t4YjFqh_z0g/s1600-h/DSC00978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210829049423539074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SFCVaYwtK4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/t4YjFqh_z0g/s320/DSC00978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday: Meat section @ NTUC was EMPTY. My dad with his fat belly posing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SFCVa3eTiRI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Adzju5KsTWY/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210829057667860754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SFCVa3eTiRI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Adzju5KsTWY/s320/DSC00967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't look any further: He's the reason why I'm crazy/random/weird/goofy. It's in the genes! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, &lt;u&gt;I FINALLY CHANGED MY BLOGSKIN!&lt;/u&gt; Finally got the time and motivation to do it heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-5091288962170430336?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/5091288962170430336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=5091288962170430336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/5091288962170430336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/5091288962170430336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-goofy-father.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SFCVaYwtK4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/t4YjFqh_z0g/s72-c/DSC00978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-7043556792916255944</id><published>2008-06-07T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:50:13.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/e-J3z2OFul/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/e-J3z2OFul/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/6A6njI/music/kTetc5jH/schnappi_das_kleine_krokodil/"&gt;Das kleine Krokodil - Schnappi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are &lt;i&gt;addicted&lt;/i&gt; to this song. x.x Can you imagine hearing it everyday?! Plus, it's my father's ringtone. Zzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-7043556792916255944?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/7043556792916255944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=7043556792916255944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7043556792916255944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7043556792916255944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/06/das-kleine-krokodil-schnappi-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-1847167222874670425</id><published>2008-06-06T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:07:00.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.jeremygaddis.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/11982893749011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-1847167222874670425?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/1847167222874670425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=1847167222874670425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1847167222874670425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1847167222874670425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8287955603854553719</id><published>2008-06-01T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:59:02.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is for those blur Literature people (like HM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet in school @ 2pm for &lt;u&gt;Glass Menagerie workshop&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet in school @ 11.15am for &lt;u&gt;Unseen workshop.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8287955603854553719?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8287955603854553719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8287955603854553719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8287955603854553719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8287955603854553719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-for-those-blur-literature.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-7389785178100738873</id><published>2008-05-31T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:11:51.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this on Stella's blog and I totally agree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;An apple a day keeps the doctor away,&lt;br /&gt;But if the doctor's handsome, throw the apple away :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! So funny! :D Oh today while on the way home, WL totally screamed at me over the phone. Everyone was looking at me lah! Okay that was the weirdest thing to happen to me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-7389785178100738873?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/7389785178100738873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=7389785178100738873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7389785178100738873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/7389785178100738873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-saw-this-on-stellas-blog-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-2735537298467973016</id><published>2008-05-30T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:25:24.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dance camp... was absolutely fun, but absolutely draining at the same time. Being Games IC was a unique experience but easy for me - I just used all the games we played in cell. Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Had 2 sessions of dance training, totalling 6 hours. Almost killed me but luckily KC was focusing more on posture, and basic stuffs. Whatever, shan't bore you with the details.&lt;br /&gt;At night, we all held a small party for Kay, a belated farewell party (that was cancelled earlier this year due to chicken pox- lol). Hohoho there was pizza and an &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;awfully&lt;/b&gt;chocolate&lt;/i&gt; cake! Wooo fun.&lt;br /&gt;After the whole party thing, it was games time! We played Handiplast first, and everyone discovered the violent streak in them (except for Brenda who revs up alot then her hits are super soft. super cute!). There was this Sec 1 girl who looked all bony and everything (as though she'd break if you hit her too hard), but LOOKS ARE DECEIVING. Her hits were like super hard can! Walao. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Before that, I played the game amongst the Sec3s and some sec 2s. Sinmay &amp;amp; Genevieve ended up with bruises on their thighs! Culprits: Shirley &amp;amp; I. Hahaha! Funnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;There's another side to the whole games story though. Trying to teach them the other games I had planned was disastrous, they just got bored listening to my explanation x.x So we ended up playing Murderer, and Forfeit Time was funny.&lt;br /&gt;So after everything, came sleeping time. The Sec 3s, together with Germaine &amp;amp; Novita, were playing games instead of sleeping. As usual, we camped at the basketball court. Yeahhh then when everyone else decided to sleep, Shirley &amp;amp; I talked until around 1.30 am when we finally decided to rest. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;First came training, which was HORRIBLE cuz I had muscle aches from the day before, so barre stretching was torturous.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed out to Alliance Francaise de Singapour for a performance, "Moonbird". It was an interesting show, with a little bit of everything in: singing, acting, puppetry. It wasn't just an ordinary performance, but the storyline was written in such a way that showcased a profound moral but portrayed in a childlike way so the masses would understand. And they taught a little bit of sign language! (interaction with the audience). Now I know how to say ABC(along with O, R &amp;amp; L), and alot of other words in sign language :D&lt;br /&gt;At night, we played more games. The last had the Sec 4s with some of us playing  volleyball in the basketball court, super fun &amp;amp; Zhi Wei was screaming like some madwoman. Actually everyone was screaming like madwomen. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we watched "Wishing Stairs", stupid horror movie which had a little bit of dance in it. So because of it, the Sec 3s were too scared to carry out our planned nightwalk route, from 4 stations it became 2. But it was still fun nonetheless, albeit less scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay too lazy to write already. Hahaha going to sleeeeeeeeep  now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-2735537298467973016?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/2735537298467973016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=2735537298467973016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2735537298467973016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2735537298467973016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/05/dance-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-3375061509998005710</id><published>2008-05-26T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:15:14.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd post in a day. I don't know what's wrong with me, must be too bored at home with nothing better to do. Maybe i'm making up for not posting during the MYEs. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so as I was doing some stuffs just now, I suddenly felt as though my BFF was the greatest bestest person I've ever known (to me, duh). Hahaha although she may be a lazy pig and all, but she's really the only person who really understands me, and she IS the only person who knows all my secrets (although both of us have forgotten most of them, but you get the idea).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDqbYVqavXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/29NCtetbiTg/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDqbYVqavXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/29NCtetbiTg/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204643161814252914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bestfriend and no one can take her away from me :D Nevereverever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I just felt like writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey you know what. I'm super jealous. I want to rewind the past and I wanna go for Hillsong ): Okay ultra random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-3375061509998005710?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/3375061509998005710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=3375061509998005710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3375061509998005710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/3375061509998005710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/05/3rd-post-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDqbYVqavXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/29NCtetbiTg/s72-c/DSC_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-1212196385464840675</id><published>2008-05-26T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:22:38.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDqOzVqavVI/AAAAAAAAAak/G6q9YnzdHBI/s1600-h/DSC_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDqOzVqavVI/AAAAAAAAAak/G6q9YnzdHBI/s320/DSC_0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204629332019559762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU SEE THE PORES ON MY NOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Shreya's camera is &lt;i&gt;powerful&lt;/i&gt; man. I mean, it was THE first thing I noticed. No, not the stupid expression I had on, but the PORES. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I'm feeling completely satisfied because my favourite characters are together! Yes WL I know he's married and has twin SONS (in your words, omgx!) but you know, &lt;u&gt;he's still the hottest thing alive.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And APL is ahbeng to me. I don't care. As HM says, it's all a matter of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have a new mozilla theme. It's green. Call the cops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-1212196385464840675?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/1212196385464840675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=1212196385464840675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1212196385464840675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1212196385464840675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-you-see-pores-on-my-nose-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDqOzVqavVI/AAAAAAAAAak/G6q9YnzdHBI/s72-c/DSC_0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-8210023699862225338</id><published>2008-05-26T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:54:30.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygawsh I totally loved the sesason finale of Grey's Anatomy. So happy to finally see MerDer back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE TO WAIT A YEAR FOR SEASON 5! iT'S ANNOYING! And it's going to be O Levels, which makes it even harder for me to watch it. Dammit. I WISH THERE WERE SNEAK PEEKS, but obviously there wouldn't be since it's &lt;i&gt;not even in production yet&lt;/i&gt;. GRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell the extremity of my feelings by all the CAPS in this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8210023699862225338?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8210023699862225338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8210023699862225338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8210023699862225338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8210023699862225338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/05/ohmygawsh-i-totally-loved-sesason.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-4598318264572550452</id><published>2008-05-23T22:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:32:59.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photo heavy post, people! Went to Shreya baybeh's house today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WE're so chio!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbSm1qavBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/8KIrLDv69hw/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbSm1qavBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/8KIrLDv69hw/s320/DSC00911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203577984155040786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbSnVqavCI/AAAAAAAAAYM/WuwZw9VCfs8/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbSnVqavCI/AAAAAAAAAYM/WuwZw9VCfs8/s320/DSC00922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203577992744975394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shreya loves this photo. Taken with MY PHONE'S CAMERA, power ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbSnlqavDI/AAAAAAAAAYU/vSgpAOYuTAg/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbSnlqavDI/AAAAAAAAAYU/vSgpAOYuTAg/s320/DSC00927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203577997039942706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chio! Haha Shreya takes ultra-chio photos today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbSoFqavEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BhLm56FHhVE/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbSoFqavEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BhLm56FHhVE/s320/DSC00931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203578005629877314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talking to Kermit, so fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbSoVqavFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Js5Y8C18xyI/s1600-h/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbSoVqavFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Js5Y8C18xyI/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203578009924844626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scandalous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbTnVqavGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/u0mVBChnseg/s1600-h/DSC_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbTnVqavGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/u0mVBChnseg/s320/DSC_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203579092256603234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbTnVqavHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4JDkqLnFs94/s1600-h/DSC_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbTnVqavHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4JDkqLnFs94/s320/DSC_0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203579092256603250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look like some auntie that got taken advantage of. Haha! *ignores double chin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbTnlqavII/AAAAAAAAAY8/5iKVeb7qUi4/s1600-h/DSC_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbTnlqavII/AAAAAAAAAY8/5iKVeb7qUi4/s320/DSC_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203579096551570562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My face is RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbTnlqavJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3vEyxJtqdO0/s1600-h/DSC_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbTnlqavJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3vEyxJtqdO0/s320/DSC_0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203579096551570578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm retarded, yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbTnlqavKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/aG9QJkt7nQ8/s1600-h/DSC_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbTnlqavKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/aG9QJkt7nQ8/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203579096551570594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbUOlqavLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/SWbsry5lxok/s1600-h/DSC_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbUOlqavLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/SWbsry5lxok/s320/DSC_0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203579766566468786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello, Mr Slanted Eyes-Falling-Off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbUO1qavMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/utGfOsxTkMc/s1600-h/DSC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbUO1qavMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/utGfOsxTkMc/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203579770861436098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shreya was awestruck by this crazy face of mine and had me do it again for a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbUO1qavNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/wJgeE0THGKM/s1600-h/DSC_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbUO1qavNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/wJgeE0THGKM/s320/DSC_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203579770861436114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Evil One forced me to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbUO1qavOI/AAAAAAAAAZs/lMkZgMf63jM/s1600-h/DSC_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbUO1qavOI/AAAAAAAAAZs/lMkZgMf63jM/s320/DSC_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203579770861436130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA. Shreya's attempt to reconstruct me into the nerd I was in primary school, complete with centre parting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbUPFqavPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/KG5SYej_tnA/s1600-h/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbUPFqavPI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/KG5SYej_tnA/s320/DSC_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203579775156403442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oldddddd pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbVFlqavQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YAWIWMuR9Qc/s1600-h/DSC_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbVFlqavQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YAWIWMuR9Qc/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580711459273986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teehee. I was playing with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbVF1qavRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/HaQGfisvs3A/s1600-h/DSC_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbVF1qavRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/HaQGfisvs3A/s320/DSC_0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580715754241298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbVF1qavSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7BtHmFmOIs/s1600-h/DSC_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbVF1qavSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q7BtHmFmOIs/s320/DSC_0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580715754241314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shreya's bed is so comfyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbVGFqavTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xyR5PyMgaIo/s1600-h/DSC_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbVGFqavTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xyR5PyMgaIo/s320/DSC_0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580720049208626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the shoes which she drew Domo on herself; she's gonna make me a pair too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbVGVqavUI/AAAAAAAAAac/mrN9LDW_jic/s1600-h/DSC_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbVGVqavUI/AAAAAAAAAac/mrN9LDW_jic/s320/DSC_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580724344175938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lubb maii bestie worzxzx. xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4598318264572550452?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4598318264572550452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4598318264572550452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4598318264572550452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4598318264572550452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/05/photo-heavy-post-people-went-to-shreya.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SDbSm1qavBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/8KIrLDv69hw/s72-c/DSC00911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-2880395393913343749</id><published>2008-05-11T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:04:53.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I said I'd take a hiatus, but I was blog-surfing and soptted this picture on Ariel's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://xf4.xanga.com/13bc6a4632735187745572/z144230898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Santa Cruz&lt;/b&gt;. Hot to the max! He may actually be hotter (not to mention sexier) than Patrick Dempsey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SCb76WWxhmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/t2ldhpd_kJg/s1600-h/patrick_dempsey09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SCb76WWxhmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/t2ldhpd_kJg/s320/patrick_dempsey09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199119799697901154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has the most perfect eyes, most perfect mouth most perfect nose. Who cares if he's married with twins  and 40-ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will not allow you to tell me they aren't the hottest and sexiest men ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-2880395393913343749?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/2880395393913343749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=2880395393913343749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2880395393913343749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2880395393913343749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-i-said-id-take-hiatus-but-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SCb76WWxhmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/t2ldhpd_kJg/s72-c/patrick_dempsey09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-4066253795228159907</id><published>2008-05-02T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:20:59.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks WL. Although I hate you sometimes, but you're still veryvery nice to me and I love you. Thank God for Wei Lin and Charissa and Asha and HM and HY and everyone else who've helped me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou. Love you all manymany.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-4066253795228159907?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/4066253795228159907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=4066253795228159907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4066253795228159907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/4066253795228159907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-wl.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-1598673052800127483</id><published>2008-04-27T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:58:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short one to remind you that I'm still alive. Just that there's nothing much to post about so bleahs. Will update after MYEs possibly? But anyway,  I will reply to tags when I can (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-1598673052800127483?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/1598673052800127483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=1598673052800127483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1598673052800127483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/1598673052800127483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-short-one-to-remind-you-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-41399094497907133</id><published>2008-04-19T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:21:30.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SAm5BCkPYYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Yq1yo3QgoRI/s1600-h/eliz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SAm5BCkPYYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Yq1yo3QgoRI/s320/eliz.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190883473041088898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SAm5BCkPYZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/oAZcF8q9yIE/s1600-h/jas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SAm5BCkPYZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/oAZcF8q9yIE/s320/jas.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190883473041088914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look alike &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mehhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-41399094497907133?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/41399094497907133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=41399094497907133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/41399094497907133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/41399094497907133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-elizabeth.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SAm5BCkPYYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Yq1yo3QgoRI/s72-c/eliz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-9216438041916303135</id><published>2008-04-18T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:07:50.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SAicKLtwfgI/AAAAAAAAAXk/yis93lyHdBg/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SAicKLtwfgI/AAAAAAAAAXk/yis93lyHdBg/s320/DSC00137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190570269301833218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I regret cutting bangs. I MISS MY FRINGE! ))))))))))))): Can't wait for June/July when my hair will (hopefully) look like this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-9216438041916303135?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/9216438041916303135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=9216438041916303135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/9216438041916303135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/9216438041916303135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-regret-cutting-bangs.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jaxx2EFyJI/SAicKLtwfgI/AAAAAAAAAXk/yis93lyHdBg/s72-c/DSC00137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27270019.post-2699106518615327964</id><published>2008-04-17T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:48:56.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Having done all, to stand."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Alex, I will take your advice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywayyyyyy school's been a total mess(mentally) and the only calming factor is prayer meetings in the morning which is kinda cool woots. And Google rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-2699106518615327964?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/2699106518615327964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=2699106518615327964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2699106518615327964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/2699106518615327964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/04/having-done-all-to-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</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-27270019.post-8772349048973103131</id><published>2008-04-15T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:40:44.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was planning to start writing on a totally happy note. But noooooo I had to go blog-hopping and &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; totally ruined my mood. I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND. WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you changed. Your progress sometimes seem to be a constant up-and-down, then sometimes its just.. stagnant. It's not even there and it's going down, down, down. I don't know what to do anymore, I've done everything I could have possibly done and I have nothing, absolutely nothing to say or do anymore. You're the only person, the only person I've ever bothered about this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you make me feel insignificant. You make me think, what am I doing all this for? Just so that I can get ignored by you? I ask myself why am I even bothering. But just then the answer comes into my mind: I try time and time again with the hope that someday you will listen. But that day never comes. I'm sure you know how it feels like to be ignored. &lt;i&gt;You think I like it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are just running around in my mind but somehow I just can't type it out. It's just too many and too fast. Maybe you don't treat me or this whole thing seriously. I DON'T KNOW. But I want to know. I want to know what's hindering you. I want to know why you treat me this way. I way to know everything about you that will help me to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the time being, I can do nothing. Nothing except pray and have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you even try to make fun of this post I will hunt you down and &lt;i&gt;slap your face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27270019-8772349048973103131?l=misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/feeds/8772349048973103131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27270019&amp;postID=8772349048973103131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8772349048973103131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27270019/posts/default/8772349048973103131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misconstrued-perceptions.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-planning-to-start-writing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMINE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964870099922583351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
