<?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-4801766317980413216</id><updated>2011-09-08T01:26:15.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P A R A N O I D shot.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801766317980413216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natsuko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801766317980413216.post-6336918830267369005</id><published>2009-11-04T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:00:59.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's weird for a moment</title><content type='html'>... Dad bought a new monitor which is much bigger than the original mac's screen (resolution).. and thus as I'm typing this I'm feeling weird! Cause' the whole screen is somewhat blurred..&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining and raining these days, I do hope it doesn't rain on Monday (or else my perfect day will be utterly RUINED.)&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I didn't say things clearly yesterday, so now I'll just add in more details.&lt;br /&gt;There was this teacher who kept on scolding and commenting on other classes' play. She was loud and fierce, I &lt;almost&gt; swore that if she were to scold me like that, I'll never act in chinese plays ever. Then after she calmed down, she walked to the chairs and talked to Claud, Gisele and me (not sure if Eli was being talked to too). She actually smiled at us and say why she is scolding until so.. mean. But I think I was the only one listening to her very attentively cause' I was nodding away to what she said, forcing a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Before the actual night we had to put makeup. I, the utterly hopeless girl when it comes to things like this, sought help from Liang Ning and Elizabeth. Initially I didn't want to put lipstick but I decided to because I felt that I will look weird on stage without it. Thanks Qiao Mei for the makeup essential... tools? materials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I feel like changing blog-skins again :X I'll post this one in blogskins then. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I can't bear to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801766317980413216-6336918830267369005?l=paranoidshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/feeds/6336918830267369005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-weird-for-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801766317980413216/posts/default/6336918830267369005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801766317980413216/posts/default/6336918830267369005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-weird-for-moment.html' title='it&apos;s weird for a moment'/><author><name>Natsuko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-4801766317980413216.post-1867715767100778376</id><published>2009-11-04T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:38:25.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like all the chinese dramas!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today was Drama Night. Can I describe it in sentences? Like, 1 sentence? I shall start now.&lt;br /&gt;I went to GA to find Carina + co.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth got us presents! AND SHE IS FINALLY BACK, MISSED HER SO MUCH WHEN SHE WAS GONE.&lt;br /&gt;We had a rehearsal, not full-dress rehearsal though.&lt;br /&gt;Then this funny guy called Eugene (is the spelling correct?) danced Lady Gaga's &lt;&lt;just&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After that I had to find picture for something but in the end they never use it during the play.&lt;br /&gt;Gisella, Claudia and I ate at School whilst Carina, Liang Ning and Elizabeth went to Eatz (?? SP) Culture.&lt;br /&gt;It rained. But the rain stopped after a few minutes so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;After that we wore our dresses for full dress rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;The same guy called Eugene suggested weird suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;Then the actual night.&lt;br /&gt;And the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's guitar tomorrow. :/&lt;br /&gt;And it's 11:38pm as I type this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801766317980413216-1867715767100778376?l=paranoidshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/feeds/1867715767100778376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-all-chinese-dramas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801766317980413216/posts/default/1867715767100778376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801766317980413216/posts/default/1867715767100778376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-all-chinese-dramas.html' title='I like all the chinese dramas!'/><author><name>Natsuko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-4801766317980413216.post-1041059448223377653</id><published>2009-10-27T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T06:40:51.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the paparazzi is there if you want them</title><content type='html'>Rehearsed for the drama night. Played Restaurant City.&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsing was funny, because honestly I walked faster than everyone else, cause' they were all wearing high heels and I'm the bastard one who decided to wear flats. Luckily, my stubbornness was for my own good. No fake-walking-like-model, no ranting of "I cannot walk"... but another difference is that they seem so tall like trees. But never mind, it's just temporary AHAHAH. I don't mind, seriously. If you wore high heels to outshine my height then here's what I'm going to say to you: You wear so high because you are a wannabe, and I wear so low because I was always one. I'm adding this in because when I was in tuition once, this girl wore extremely tall heels. I asked her why and she told me because she wanted to be taller than me. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;BRAGGING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801766317980413216-1041059448223377653?l=paranoidshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/feeds/1041059448223377653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/2009/10/honestly-paparazzi-is-there-if-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801766317980413216/posts/default/1041059448223377653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801766317980413216/posts/default/1041059448223377653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/2009/10/honestly-paparazzi-is-there-if-you-want.html' title='the paparazzi is there if you want them'/><author><name>Natsuko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-4801766317980413216.post-5123706127673143380</id><published>2009-10-25T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:31:54.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken promises</title><content type='html'>I knew this person. I entered her contest, and I won something that had to be paid yearly. After a while, she said she couldn't pay for it yearly, and asked me to pay it for myself. But to pay for that "something", I needed a credit card. I cried hard that night - couldn't let go of the prize. Then a few days later, she emailed me, saying that everything is settled, she's got a job and she's now able to pay for that "something". Earlier I emailed her again. I was elated.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you know what she said?&lt;br /&gt;"It was okay but now I am only taking in those who pay... am sorry to get your hopes up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, you may not know what I am saying, but never mind. I just wanted to voice out my thoughts. My life is half-screwed, and I don't understand why we have to bring the party dress tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(to tag, click POP!box)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801766317980413216-5123706127673143380?l=paranoidshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/feeds/5123706127673143380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-promises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801766317980413216/posts/default/5123706127673143380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801766317980413216/posts/default/5123706127673143380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-promises.html' title='broken promises'/><author><name>Natsuko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-4801766317980413216.post-6502712069518739524</id><published>2009-10-24T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:23:26.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, again.</title><content type='html'>Cause' I was shutting myself in my room &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too much,&lt;/span&gt; I've decided to open my blog out to the world. BOW TO ME!!! (lol) I went out with Liang Ning and Claudia ( others couldn't make it *SOB* it would have been fun if they came~). Location: Raffles City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exited the wrong exit and ended up having to cross a road to get there. How clever! Following which I bought a $9.90 party mask. Couldn't bear to leave with my money (the 1st thing I looked was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;price tag)&lt;/span&gt; though the $9.90 was the money forked out by my mother (she gave me $10! And I didn't return her 10 cents... eheheheh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope you like this layout. It's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very good &lt;/span&gt;example of the difference between using base-codes and using hand-codes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way&lt;/span&gt;, did I mention I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;using base-codes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801766317980413216-6502712069518739524?l=paranoidshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/feeds/6502712069518739524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801766317980413216/posts/default/6502712069518739524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801766317980413216/posts/default/6502712069518739524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidshot.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-again.html' title='hello, again.'/><author><name>Natsuko</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
