<?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-15388143</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:18:58.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams &amp; Nightmares.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>S</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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15388143.post-116842557773301587</id><published>2007-01-10T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:39:38.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pissed off.</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;I'm updating my blog because Candice wants me to.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm here to say I will be closing down my blog soon!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will start blogging again after the O's.&lt;br /&gt;Which is about 11 mths later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so?&lt;br /&gt;School is killing me. School is killing everyone. Its only the second week and I have problems staying awake in class. 6 hrs of sleep is def not enough for me when I sleep 12 hours everyday during the hols. I'm under so much pressure to perform, whether in studies or tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not get a chance to play this year after all. This is such a depressing statement. my coach is being a piss-off. Yeah, I know Jilly and I HAD lost a couple of matches but wouldn't he give us a chance? Next month is Zonals, who are playing? We don't know. He says he wants to focus more on tt rather than badminton. But still, he is not doing much for us. Trainings have never improved in any way when he knows the standard is dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going senile, being a pain in the ass. Will he stop picking on the same people everytime? Its so obvious he has something against them. When did we tuck in our shirts properly? N-E-V-E-R. I'm happy its my last year in this school, in the team. I have no idea what will happen to the team when we, the snrs graduate. I just hope the standard won't drop any further. I just hope my jnrs will heed our advices and work on them. How can he even say we are more united than the badminton girls? Big joke man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attacking is what I love, it is what that can bring us far. Won't he stop asking us to play defence because he is destroying the team. Defence was only powerful 10 yrs ago. Yes, when we were National Champions. But won't he stop boasting about the past achievements? That is history, look at the state of the team NOW NOW NOW. Playing defence all the way has been proven to be ineffective. He trains the jnrs to play defence. When it comes to tournament, he forces them to play attack and they can't change. He didn't have to tell them off. In the first place, it was his mistake. I know I don't have the right to say all this but just look at how the other strong schools play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attack is difficult to play and takes a lot of time to train? Isn't defence more difficult and more time-consuming? He says we can't train attack because we don't train everyday like other schools do. But how are we to when you WON'T STOP TALKING?! AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed off, angry, fustrated, exasperated!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected my sec 4 year to be so...&lt;br /&gt;disappointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116842557773301587?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116842557773301587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116842557773301587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116842557773301587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116842557773301587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-pissed-off.html' title='I&apos;m pissed off.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116688763157520729</id><published>2006-12-24T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:34:06.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO SEE.</title><content type='html'>Here I am, updating my blog after a very long time, again.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hoilidays, I have been attending every single training, whether rain or shine, whether I was sick or well. Besides that, I had little outings and stayed home most of the time. Do what? Watch tv, eat and stone at the holiday homework. December passed unbelievably fast and I'm left with two (freaking) Chinese compos and the E Math revision exercises that I forgot. Not good. I intended to finish all my homework on the last day of Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are lotsa pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/929977/141206%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/622223/141206%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Heartland day! Spent our time doing the plastic art thing. It was her first time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEC 4 FAREWELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/160217/211206%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/170339/211206%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/530244/211206%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/606223/211206%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon was spent playing Twister or watching those that were playing Twister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/782190/211206%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/687948/211206%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to snap one super unglam picture of her, but she deleted it. She snatched my camera from me and I just didn't dare to push her or smack her to get it back. You know she has a junior Taekwando blackbelt and is some weight category Taekwando champion, so I was afraid to fight. Hahaha. She punched YuTing once accidentally because she tried putting glue on her face. Don't mess with her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/270020/211206%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/180685/211206%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snrs with our presents for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/821836/211206%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/411803/211206%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the presents from them! Hand-sewn. Made with TLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/868454/211206%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/312557/211206%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/977245/211206%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/63025/211206%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/72043/211206%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/703641/211206%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Taekwando champion, and bbq champion. She should work for EZB bbq and be a bbq assistant. She just stood at the same spot the whole evening, not even resting once. Look at the seriousness in her eyes, careful not to overcook anything. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/354913/211206%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/565024/211206%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to drizzle and we took out our umbrellas and torchlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/597504/211206%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/393238/211206%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the jumping frenzy! (revealing of tummies frenzy too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/419853/211206%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/390451/211206%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/528841/211206%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/112337/211206%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/226715/211206%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/417601/211206%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPASM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/110385/211206%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/471917/211206%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/239303/211206%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/901367/211206%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/128805/211206%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/679076/211206%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another spastic one! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/424296/211206%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/962272/211206%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/663714/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/779677/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, which was on Friday, I had training. After that, Kimpy lost his temper and forced us to follow him to the LAH school. I LOVE THE HALL! Love its floor, its ceiling, its galss doors, its curtains, its cupboards. Love it, love it, love it. I can't wait when we host East Zone (again) in the gigantic hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/357885/221206%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/133493/221206%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/641281/221206%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/211522/221206%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/948791/221206%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/683090/221206%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/908638/221206%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/307202/221206%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/328608/221206%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/829336/221206%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/962325/221206%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/774652/221206%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/791578/221206%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/431008/221206%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/711005/221206%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/795590/221206%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to out TT area?! Ah, sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/894101/221206%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/309766/221206%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Candice's and Eve's bday party in the evening. Candice's parents bbq so well! The chicken wings they bbqed had crispy skin and tender meat! And when you bite into it, all the oil just ooze out. Whoooooooo. I'm craving for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/911112/221206%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/981863/221206%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/752701/221206%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/530201/221206%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/965671/221206%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/403851/221206%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/727959/221206%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/709849/221206%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pokemon shirt I made for her! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the end of my post!&lt;br /&gt;Videos of Candice and her Pokemon craze should be up soon! So be patient and wait!&lt;br /&gt;TATA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; more pathetic days to the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116688763157520729?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116688763157520729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116688763157520729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116688763157520729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116688763157520729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-time-no-see.html' title='LONG TIME NO SEE.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116559653985022145</id><published>2006-12-09T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:48:59.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty camera!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stb.msn.com/i/15/58C93F4727115B33E02531C0375D67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/15/58C93F4727115B33E02531C0375D67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This camera is so preeeettttttyyyyyyy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is studded with diamonds and is valued at $50,000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116559653985022145?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116559653985022145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116559653985022145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116559653985022145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116559653985022145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/12/pretty-camera.html' title='Pretty camera!!!'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116549428892236671</id><published>2006-12-07T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:57:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics and videos.</title><content type='html'>Here are just some pics and videos.&lt;br /&gt;Just some places I've been to and some things I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/484083/071206%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/202162/071206%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice's school shoes are way too white. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/932349/071206%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/152808/071206%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/668524/071206%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/711845/071206%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/80359/071206%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/517155/071206%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/380908/071206%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/379512/071206%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/240118/071206%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/709791/071206%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/961692/071206%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/478466/071206%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/833594/071206%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/972101/071206%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/467001/071206%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/947864/071206%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/974518/071206%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/481980/071206%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-OevZcLKhgY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Team Rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xf8-uxx0u1U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a super short video but is insanely funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more to come. I'm just lazy because they are taking so much time to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right wrist hurts so bad that its affecting my game(and my mood). Sigh. Of all of the time when I want to improve so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I'm not gonna be nice anymore. What do you get in return for being nice? No respect and a whole load of bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116549428892236671?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116549428892236671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116549428892236671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116549428892236671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116549428892236671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/12/pics-and-videos.html' title='Pics and videos.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116465148314636741</id><published>2006-11-28T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:22:18.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPASM POST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:50;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;: Pictures and videos in this post are spastic. &lt;strong&gt;HIGHLY&lt;/strong&gt; spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehhehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh Out Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll On the Floor Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do enlarge these wonderful pictures and have them big enough for you to scrutinise every face expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/681208/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/982705/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/486887/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/570729/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/838705/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/206703/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, will you all just look at AUDREY! She is just turning her head from left to right. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/391948/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/978849/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey is punching the air. Why does she do such weird actions? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/588871/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/331527/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just check this out. I seriously think Audrey should not appear in multi-shots.&lt;br /&gt;And Candice is not moving at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tU2n3DesOPw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!&lt;/span&gt; Must watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKp8lpQeoCM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I get almost every training. I'm going insanesanesanesane. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the best is always the last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/1600/90350/271106%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3476/340/320/729587/271106%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS THE PICTURE!!!&lt;br /&gt;By popular demand!&lt;br /&gt;Candy is still the most adorable! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116465148314636741?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116465148314636741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116465148314636741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116465148314636741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116465148314636741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/11/spasm-post.html' title='SPASM POST!'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116378306967544389</id><published>2006-11-18T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:04:29.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Training Training.</title><content type='html'>I know I'm suppose to post my p5's tt team photo. But I've been lazy. Soon, okay, SOON.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to blog about, so lets just look at my sister being evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/171106%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/171106%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pinched me sooo hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah Beng Yue&lt;/span&gt; if you are reading this, I have problems tagging your board. Anw about the KJH thing, its okay man! Hahaha. I know you prefer your lovely jap guys. Your current blogskin suits you perfectly! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to download the whole Audition game Twicia recommended for two days and I'm kinda sick of waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to confess, and that is I love the E Hall and I love going for trainings. The Sec3s and snrs crack me up so much. :D Candice and her "&lt;strong&gt;I look like Rain&lt;/strong&gt;, and I don't care what the fans say" is so amusing. Somebody should really burst her bubble. AND if you guys are gonna say I eat like a monster again, I will eat you all up when I'm hungry. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training is my life during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;My life during the holidays is training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116378306967544389?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116378306967544389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116378306967544389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116378306967544389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116378306967544389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/11/training-training-training.html' title='Training Training Training.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116283689381109201</id><published>2006-11-07T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T02:36:19.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANDICE!</title><content type='html'>Anybody reading the content below, must promise not to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Not even in your mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just about how cute Candice was (and still is)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she will kill me, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just said she is cute so that might save me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years ago, when we were only 11 years old, we were young, innocent and ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;Candice was a girl who loved her hair gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adorable she was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/071106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/400/071106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next year, our seniors pinned up our p5 team picture on the board and all of us just wanted to rip it down. I took it home and placed it in my photo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across it when I was packing up my room.&lt;br /&gt;I also found something that made me laugh..&lt;br /&gt;Candice's autograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/031106%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/031106%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice, do you really love yourself so much? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/031106%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/031106%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an autograph, Candice not a place for you to apologise to your team-mate/s. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that period of time, we were filled with so much disappointment because we lost to a school we could easily defeat and missed the top4 position by a nose... History kinda repeated itself just last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Jillian is part of the picture too, so if you wanna see...&lt;br /&gt;Just tag on my board and say 'YES, I WANT TO SEE JILLIAN!'&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself being pinched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it fun just to look back at the good ol' memories and laugh, my fellow team-mates?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad, so maybe I should put up the entire picture another day la! TSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116283689381109201?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116283689381109201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116283689381109201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116283689381109201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116283689381109201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/11/candice.html' title='CANDICE!'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116274446353032231</id><published>2006-11-05T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:34:23.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want those cakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family celebrated my mom's birthday at a Teochew restaurant. It definitely lives up to it's reputation as one of the top resturants in Spore 2005 (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/041106%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/041106%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/041106%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/041106%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/041106%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/041106%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/041106%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/041106%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/041106%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/041106%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/041106%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/041106%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/041106%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it so much! Yet there was only two pathetic tang yuan/ahballing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/041106%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/041106%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pond thing was filled to the brim with no water spilling out. I almost jumped 'onto' it thinking that it was a platform. Okay, I know its dumb but cmon, who can see clearly in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY, SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent my days packing up my room.&lt;br /&gt;Three bags of garbage and 30cm high of paper for the karang guni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through Newsweek when I came upon a picture which drew my attention to that particular article. Guess what its about? CAKES! They are not ordinary cakes, they are like pieces of art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look!&lt;br /&gt;I want these two cakes for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/littlevenicecake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/littlevenicecake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This costs £250. (o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/littlevenicecake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/littlevenicecake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's £300. (O_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just check out their wedding cakes! You will just want e-ve-ry-thing! &lt;a href="http://www.lvcc.co.uk/icedwedding.asp"&gt;Little Venice Cake Co. wedding cakes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I don't have to go for trng tmrw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116274446353032231?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116274446353032231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116274446353032231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116274446353032231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116274446353032231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-those-cakes.html' title='I want those cakes!'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116249840208457989</id><published>2006-11-03T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T01:14:43.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class outing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3A2 CLASS OUTING @ ECP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a summary of my day on the 1st of Nov&lt;br /&gt;- Grabbed a bite from a food court there&lt;br /&gt;- Waffles from the WaffleShop&lt;br /&gt;- Started to rain&lt;br /&gt;- Danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;- Swam in the sea&lt;br /&gt;- BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;- Gave Miss Kang a surprise&lt;br /&gt;- Sparklers and bubble blowing&lt;br /&gt;- HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to blog so here are the (many) pictures and captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such good western food at such an isolated area?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threatening dark clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny emo. Hahaha. Janice was singing Incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all soaked with rain and seawater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106030copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106030copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that two mysterious ppl with (water)guns in their hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two and their accomplice were terrorising the area shooting water at our already wet shirts. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I found them doing at the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making (water)bombs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bday cake for Miss Kang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her surprised expression. She didn't know that we were singing the bday song for her from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo was being selfish with the sparklers. I started calling her ahlian that night. I can't remember why but it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we had our BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are suppose to see KJH. Hahaha. Yay, our Prince Charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/011106061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodnight, I want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116249840208457989?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116249840208457989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116249840208457989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116249840208457989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116249840208457989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/11/class-outing.html' title='Class outing.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116249112445422729</id><published>2006-11-02T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T04:23:54.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinatown.</title><content type='html'>Chinatown learning journey on the 31st of Oct.&lt;br /&gt;Tea house, old Empire theatre which is Fairfield Methodist Church now and Chinatown Heritage Centre.&lt;br /&gt;Janice and I wanted to take pictures in the Chinatown Heritage Centre so badly but decided to obey the 'No Photography' rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twicia happily enjoying herself in the bus. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/311006%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/311006%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/311006038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can join my uncle during his tea sessions during CNY. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Class Outing some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116249112445422729?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116249112445422729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116249112445422729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116249112445422729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116249112445422729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/11/chinatown.html' title='Chinatown.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116223116759304117</id><published>2006-10-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:08:49.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KJH in I Weekly!</title><content type='html'>Training today was bad, again! What's the problem with me. I was feeling giddy the whole time. It must be the stuffy t-t room we were training at in Primary school. Damnit, I have to make my way there after the learning journey tmrw!!! Happy thing is I'm having lunch with Jilly and Haterrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so joyful before training, reason being I got I Weekly, NOT because of the Goong cover! It was because it featured KJH!!!!! Not one page, but TWOOOO! Ah hahahaha. I have spent about 20 mins scanning the article in! Its about some strawberry generation. I don't quite get it, if you want to know just grab the issue. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/KJHscan%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/KJHscan%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/KJHscan2%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/KJHscan2%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks friggin cute in the pic on the top right hand corner! Mary, if you are reading this, go get it!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/webpage.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/400/webpage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail is so cute. Haha. Look at the warning: Grrr! A popup blocker...&lt;br /&gt;I find the Grrr thing very amusing. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116223116759304117?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116223116759304117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116223116759304117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116223116759304117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116223116759304117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/10/kjh-in-i-weekly.html' title='KJH in I Weekly!'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116206863285903994</id><published>2006-10-29T04:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T04:52:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY FINISHED!</title><content type='html'>I finally finished doing my new blogskin. I'm sick of complicated and photoshopped styles so here's a sweet and simple one. It took forever to do! I was so reluctant to make a new one because I like my previous blogskin a lot. Anybody that wants it, I can give it to you, really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mouse is being an ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116206863285903994?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116206863285903994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116206863285903994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116206863285903994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116206863285903994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally-finished.html' title='FINALLY FINISHED!'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116204932672880710</id><published>2006-10-28T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T04:26:57.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATERRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATERRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. That word has appeared a number of times in my conversation with Candice. She just confessed she loves me to bits. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw here are pics taken on the last day of school (Thursday)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/261006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/261006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Macs for recess from our school. Is our school really that nice? ^.- Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/261006%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/261006%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Cheeseburger without cheese, McChicken without mayo and cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/261006%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/261006%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trophies! They carry a lot of sentimental values. My trophy is slightly broken. I left it along the corridor, so maybe someone kicked it by accident.. Anw the school is ordering another one to replace it! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/261006%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/261006%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie and her basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/261006%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/261006%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is hilarious man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/261006%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/261006%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo sitting next to the dustbin-box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/261006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/261006%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmaine do you really enjoy taking pics in that angle all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/261006%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/261006%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo was having a headache and she was whacking her head. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/261006%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/261006%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/261006%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/261006%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school was spent cleaning up our classroom (BIG SWEEP as our school called it. No one striked a lottery.) Took down the banner, ripped off the beautiful boards and just locking up the class made me feel very empty (as how Mary had described it). Oh man, the thought of (might) not having a classroom and Miss Kang not being our form again makes me feel so disappointed. Life gotta go on... At least I will still have my lovely classmates with me next year except for Jessica who is emigrating... Sighhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/281006%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/281006%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empress Orchid by Anchee Min.&lt;br /&gt;This book rocks my socks. I recommend it! Its about the last empress of China and her life. I have just been reading it the last few days and doing nothing the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/281006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/281006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister thinks this pose is cool eh. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/281006%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/281006%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was clearing her wardrobe and these two shorts caught my eye. Why? The green one on the left is GLITTERY. The one on the right is SHINY. Hahahaha. Anw they were tailor-made and are about 10 years old. Anybody interested in them, can tag on my board, price negotiable. My mom wants to sell them. LOL. I doubt anyone will even want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/281006%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/281006%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nasi lemak with super spicy chilli for dinner. I was struggling eating finish it. I found out that bananas are better than milk when you want to get rid of the spicyness in your mouth. If you know it alr, then I'm slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Sec4 Farewell. I can finally say I LOVE MY TEACHERS-IN-CHARGE! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU CHARLOTTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thanking her for teaching me some Adobe stuff. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116204932672880710?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116204932672880710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116204932672880710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116204932672880710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116204932672880710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/10/haterrr.html' title='HATERRR'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116178495927277049</id><published>2006-10-25T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:06:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalallala.</title><content type='html'>My day started out bad.&lt;br /&gt;First, I was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I got scolded. I was being ran down so badly right in my face. ANGRY SIA.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day went by quite well. During Christmas Service, Joanne Theo Charms and I were protecting Janice. HAHAHAHA. Actually it was mostly me loh! Cheap thrill! LOL.. If you wanna know why she is so special, go ask her! She might be quite shy so you have to try to understand. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training. First word: BAD. Second word: SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics taken today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New way of wearing your shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Harmaine and my high socks! Yay to high socks! (Its not like we like it like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls in girls' school sit like ah bengs la. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne's loving the sotong balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class banner - the best in the schoooool! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice is excited that she is skipping happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN HARMAINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my collection! I shall start to add in more peeps with their cameras! Here you see Rachel, Janice, Tricia and Maryanne! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/251006009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was talking to herself while driving on the way home because my sister and I were too lazy to answer her. Hahaha. Oh, and she has weird definitions of cars and their drivers. I won't put her definitions here, just in case I offend anybody. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with the girl who bullies me all the time and whom I actually protected during the Christmas Service. Here is something she typed that made me laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sound like a little counsellor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANICE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;coun what sellor lor&lt;br /&gt;xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its lame but you know, thats Janice! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/kjh19.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/kjh19.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming like Mary. Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116178495927277049?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116178495927277049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116178495927277049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116178495927277049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116178495927277049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/10/lalalallala.html' title='Lalalallala.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116170417269760388</id><published>2006-10-24T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:43:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat @ Amandal's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spent my day with my clique from my class last year.&lt;br /&gt;Only 4/5 of us turned up though. We had steamboat at Amandal's house.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time and we caught up with each other. We had even started planning for our next outing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/suann/blog/241006028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/241006%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/241006%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/241006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/241006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Honeydew smoothie, banana smoothie and oreo smoothie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/241006%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/241006%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/241006%20007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/241006%20007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What is Bird and Dory doing leh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/241006%20019.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/241006%20019.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/241006%20020.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/241006%20022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/241006%20022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/241006%20021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/241006%20021.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at Amandal's house till 9.&lt;br /&gt;Fetched Dionne and Ren home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hungry now. I must have ate too little just now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to Kim Jeong Hoon's cd.&lt;br /&gt;I love these two songs the most! :D&lt;br /&gt;One is his band's song and the other his solo.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't think its good, just be quiet and go away.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RqFnNlBHgv0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NVaG7-cOPg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, how I wish we don't have school tmrw. I'm feeling so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I still have ppl who owes me money and 2B3 class shirts that have yet to be collected. YOU GUYS ARE SO DEAD. By hook or by crook, you better pay up. Its been loooong and I'm not very happy about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/kjh40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/kjh40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;STILL CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnightttttttttt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116170417269760388?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116170417269760388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116170417269760388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116170417269760388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116170417269760388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/10/steamboat-amandals.html' title='Steamboat @ Amandal&apos;s.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116152473063004751</id><published>2006-10-22T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:45:30.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KJH KJH KJH! :D</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I got two cds today and they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/221006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/221006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/221006%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/221006%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;When I found out the music store ppl forgot to give me the giant poster, I went back to demand for it. Anyway it is out of stock and they will be getting it from another store for me. Hiakhiak. Now I can tell Mary, "I got the cd too!" and start screaming. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved $15 by getting the Princess Hours OST from Music Junction. Sembawang was selling it for $29.90. The packaging is different but who cares, it is still the original. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal school day tmrw...&lt;br /&gt;BIG sighhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just missed half an hour of the whatever my tutor friend movie on Channel U. TSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116152473063004751?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116152473063004751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116152473063004751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116152473063004751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116152473063004751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/10/kjh-kjh-kjh-d.html' title='KJH KJH KJH! :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-116136568225398140</id><published>2006-10-20T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:14:07.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY ALL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been loooong.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wait for four more days to update so that my blog would not be updated for two whole months. Okay, thats lame. So anyway, I couldn't wait because I had to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3A2 &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;WON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;INTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;CLASS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;VOLLEYBALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;TOURNAMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics I got from Mary's camy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/CIMG7086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/CIMG7083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/CIMG7088.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/CIMG7088.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/CIMG7089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/CIMG7089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/CIMG7092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/CIMG7092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played a lousy part lah. ): I made mistakes I hardly made when practicing. Anyway we never really expected to win but we did want to ever since we started training for this day. It was not once a week kind of thing, it was everyday for the last one week. All I have to say is our hard work paid off! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt and gained a number of things from this volleyball tournament. Games definitely unite ppl. After this tournament, I felt closer to my classmates and I can actually feel a stronger bond. I'm talking more to ppl I hardly talk to. Right now, I shall stay away from the volleyball for awhile. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we had a high-tea session for those who went for the modular workshops. Mary drew her amusing stickman characters on my piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/201006%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Kim Jeong Hoon in Korean. Both of us are crazy over him. But I don't drool over him! I bet Mary does. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/201006%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/201006%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to and I don't love you, Tricia. LOL. You can be famous for the weirdest laughter and weirdest behaviour. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored so here are two pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/2005%20019.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/2005%20019.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/Extra%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/Extra%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/kjh25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/kjh25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-116136568225398140?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/116136568225398140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=116136568225398140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116136568225398140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/116136568225398140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/10/heyo.html' title='Heyo!'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-115642273906539715</id><published>2006-08-24T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:32:19.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LURBE 3A2 WORX.</title><content type='html'>Today was sure enjoyed by everybody from my class (not including our test paper marks).&lt;br /&gt;YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Miss Kang treated us to pizzaaaaa &amp; coke, &amp;amp; we played Double Whacko as a class &amp; it was really fun, right 3A2? Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240806%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/240806%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240806%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/240806%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some peeps cut off. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240806%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/240806%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Flash light spoils pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240806%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/240806%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Picture perfect! :D&lt;/p&gt;I have a confession to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LURBE 3A2!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a class like 3A2, I wouldn't be enjoying school. [:&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that, definitely. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: url(http://img.quizgalaxy.com/folder.jpg) no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" height="400" width="282" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top" height="60"&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:11pt;color:#ee0000;" align="middle" colspan="2"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Your super-secret codename is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A NUNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" height="60"&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:11pt;color:#ee0000;" align="middle" colspan="2"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Your mission is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master the art of the Samurai then kill Quinten Tarentino&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=127"&gt;'What is your codename and mission?'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is funny! What's with my codename lah, so gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-115642273906539715?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/115642273906539715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=115642273906539715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115642273906539715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115642273906539715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-lurbe-3a2-worx.html' title='I LURBE 3A2 WORX.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-115529072538484294</id><published>2006-08-11T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:07:34.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress dao bao.</title><content type='html'>Pictures from SOP! Finally.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna blog on it, just pictures and captions [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Beeyootiful flowers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lunch at Swensens&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Charms' Mega Burger. (Look at whr she put the egg. Its with the coleslaw -_- Reluctant to eat it. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jilly's (MESSY) Mega Burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My (still looking appetising) Mega Burger. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Janice's portion of burger from Jilly which looks rather pathetic. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;At Singapore Conference Hall&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A toilet for men and women, together? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I see Theo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Joanne looking cool ah. [; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whoo, Band girls. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I spot Tricia and Joy-oy-oy. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tricia &amp; Eli with the lilies and turnips we gave them. Why turnips? Because they said they wanted tulips, and we purposely interpreted it as turnips! Yay. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;An index of the video we took after SOP. I'll upload it some other time or send it to LaoBeng to get her to upload it instead. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20033.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20033.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Walked all the way to the nearest MRT station with Dionne. It was suppose to be Tanjong Pagar, but we ended up walking to Raffles Place. Along the way, two Chinese tourists asked for directions to the nearest MRT station and we won't sure, so they followed us for about 10 mins and decided to get there with some other help. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20029.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20029.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20031.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20031.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/050806%20030.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/050806%20030.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some pictures along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Dionne and I were so bored that we started to act like tourists speaking in weird accents. We did get this kinda looks -.^ from ppl. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out. Watch the videos under Speak Good English Movement 2006 Launch. They are hilarious especially the 'Singlish with angmoh slang'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stomp.com.sg/stompcast/mostrecent.html#"&gt;http://www.stomp.com.sg/stompcast/mostrecent.html#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/armanicodewomen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/armanicodewomen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Armani Code for women by Giorgio Armani. &lt;em&gt;Introducing Armani Code for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; woman, the new seductive fragrance by Giorgio Armani. A combination an orange flower note, fresh ginger and the caress of a honey-sandalwood accord. The secret code of women.&lt;/em&gt; It looks good and sounds nice-smelling. Wouldn't mind a perfume like this if I would spend this $38.00 on a 1OZ bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Time for some TV, and to start on homework and studying for the upcoming tests. I can just cause the barometer to burst man. (If you don't get it, I'm talking about pressure. Haha.) Like what Dionne would say, "Stress &lt;em&gt;dao bao&lt;/em&gt;". HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-115529072538484294?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/115529072538484294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=115529072538484294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115529072538484294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115529072538484294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/08/stress-dao-bao.html' title='Stress dao bao.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-115418927099216501</id><published>2006-07-29T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:09:33.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sweet Stuff.</title><content type='html'>I was feeling hungry after dinner so I decided to try some sweet sweet stuff my mom bought from the supermarket. Don't scroll down if you are on a diet and have a sweet tooth, they are filled with sugar and are fattening (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/290706%20001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/290706%20001.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/290706%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/290706%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I had this first. Its Kit Kat in pastel packaging! Pretty. It kinda tastes like creamy fruit salad. Very strong banana taste. &lt;em&gt;Have a break, have a (Fruit Parfait) Kit Kat!&lt;/em&gt; :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/290706%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/290706%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And then, it was Hershey's Kissables! The name is cute. Ha. I prefer the original Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/290706%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/290706%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love this! Oreo Wafer Sticks is so good you will just savour every bite of it. Doesn't taste like Oreo cookies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad walked past earlier on and took a pair of scissors to 'pretend' to snip off some of my hair. I didn't bother until now. And guess what I saw on the floor? Yes, snipped off hair. My father and my sister can be best friends la, with Dionne and Theodora and the whole entire world who just like to irritate me. I shall learn the art of tolerance, and I will master it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging so regularly again when I said I would blog twice every month. Haha. I guess I'm just in the mood to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-115418927099216501?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/115418927099216501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=115418927099216501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115418927099216501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115418927099216501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweet-sweet-stuff.html' title='Sweet Sweet Stuff.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-115409636077422777</id><published>2006-07-28T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:43:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACTS OF JANICE YUE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/150306%20016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/150306%20016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have been Janice Yue aka Lao Beng's partner for the last 2 weeks and I've learnt a couple of things about her. Since we will be moving back to our classroom (sian), I decided to do something special for her. Hahaha. So, here are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;'The Facts of Janice Yue'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She yawns like a lion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves INDECENT ppl aka her fellow Lao Bengs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She heard new school as iSqueez (there is no link at all!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She draws a small line on your notes when she is bored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She writes at a speed of a bullet train&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So far, she has been losing bets with me and now owes me $5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She sings to you with an irritating voice that makes you wanna slap her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her pencil is her best friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She thinks her friends are Doofus and Stupid (F.R.I.E.N.D.S thing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a bad bad influence because you end up becoming irritating like her (Theo and I)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves yellow. To name a few, her specs, pencil case, cover of foolscap paper are all yellow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her calculator is depending on solar energy (Pls buy her a batt for it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is violent (Don't get her irritated, she will whack your butt so hard you will regret irritating her)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She finds Trigo annoying, and says "So annoying" at least 4 times throughout Math lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I told her I was blogging abt her, this is what she said - &lt;em&gt;Devil of temptation. says: go blog ahh!! &lt;/em&gt;THICK SKIN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't think of more, but will update them in new posts. You are not suppose to believe all of them. Hahaha. But I know she will whack me more. I doubt she can beat me anw. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall create facts of ppl for diff months. I have in mind who I should talk about next month. [:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to sleep! Spent 4 hours on Dionne's blog, but I'm not satisfied with it at all. TSK. I'm tired la, goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-115409636077422777?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/115409636077422777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=115409636077422777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115409636077422777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115409636077422777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/07/facts-of-janice-yue.html' title='FACTS OF JANICE YUE.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-115373928113654667</id><published>2006-07-24T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:18:04.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/pic4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey all, I have made up my mind to update my blog, ONLY when I feel like it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I came across the Speak Good English Movement's website while doing my research. So now I know, my so-called proper English ain't that proper after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodenglish.org.sg/SGEM/online_lesson/quiz.htm"&gt;http://www.goodenglish.org.sg/SGEM/online_lesson/quiz.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, LOH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-115373928113654667?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/115373928113654667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=115373928113654667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115373928113654667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115373928113654667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/07/singlish.html' title='Singlish.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-115357874181797864</id><published>2006-07-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:36:10.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-throb.</title><content type='html'>HELLO ALL!&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog freezed in time like what Tricia said. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall update TWICE every mth depending on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;Yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7am today for a workshop at school. Tskness. I needed my sleep so badly. I've not had a Saturday free ever since the June hols ended. Damnit. The workshop was alright.. Headed to Serangoon Gardens Market with Joanne, Charms and Janice for lunch. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/220706%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/220706%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had like a little feast kinda thing. Hokkien mee, fish &amp; chips, chocolate cake, carrot cake and roti john! Yummylicious. We should have more of this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/220706%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/220706%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice Yue FC will love this pic. They will eat like her, using both hands if they see this. LOL. She was eating like a glutton. Hahaha. She did not eat for 24 hrs. I can never do that. I need to eat every 4 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/220706%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/220706%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are messy eaters. Actually its me la. Hahaha. You can't blame me, the spoon was too small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/elvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/elvin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sucha heart-throb in the channel 8 9 o'clock show. Too bad if you don't think he is. Accoring to Theo, he graduated with Honours in English and Literature, in the REAL world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/220706%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/220706%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pic of the day - Charms shooting.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks its unglam, but I like it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, buhbye (for a long time).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-115357874181797864?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/115357874181797864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=115357874181797864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115357874181797864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115357874181797864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/07/heart-throb.html' title='Heart-throb.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-115183640347012034</id><published>2006-07-02T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:52:08.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Marathon! :D</title><content type='html'>Stayed up to watch England vs Portugal and Brazil vs France.&lt;br /&gt;HEART SHATTERS INTO A MILLION PIECES.&lt;br /&gt;-strangles Roberto Carlos(Bra)&lt;br /&gt;That DEFENDER did not mark Henry at all during the free kick.&lt;br /&gt;The New Paper called him the villian. I agree.&lt;br /&gt;Anw they were very disappointing ytd, with Ronaldo (Candice's fav player, being sarcastic) hardly being seen ard on the field. MAN, WHAT WAS HE DOING! You can't wait for the damn ball to get to you.&lt;br /&gt;I def have to praise Scolari, Portugal's coach for his strategies. He led Brazil to the World Cup 2002, winning the title.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hope France will win the World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have smth against Germany.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take the way I see all the titles of the articles: 'Germany will win World Cup'.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of soccer, before my blog becomes like Candice's which is a soccer review site. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;My class's time slot was from 1-3 ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010706%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010706%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniformity in attire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010706%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010706%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010706%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010706%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010706%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010706%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJS for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010706%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010706%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo looks so distressed.&lt;br /&gt;RELAX MAN. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010706%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010706%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot before our perfomance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010706%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010706%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the songs were pretty messed up, like we forgot the lyrics and sang the wrong lines.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have our lyrics with us. I think we did well though, with our interesting actions. Haha. Saw ppl laughing and a number of them were singing along. I guess we chose the right songs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010706%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010706%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little kids were singing after our perfomance.&lt;br /&gt;One word: ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010706%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010706%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010706%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010706%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010706%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010706%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl's Jr for break.&lt;br /&gt;Theo, Joanne, Charms and I shared a cup of small drink to save money. I know, cheapskate. Joanne was the best I tell you. She said we should refill 22 times if not its not worth it. She had a slight tummyache later for drinking too much iced lemon tea. TSK leh.&lt;br /&gt;I was smiling at this little boy there. Everytime I did it, he would stare at me from the corner of his eye like he wanted to eat me up. ):&lt;br /&gt;One word: FIERCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed for 3A1's perfomance for awhile but had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Did not get a chance to watch Jillian perform. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010706%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/010706%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last picture of this post. [:&lt;br /&gt;3A2. :D (Janice, Lingying, Shimun and Kim MIA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Ceremony tmrw, should be there to watch the guitar and guzheng girls plus this particular grp. Hiakhiak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has never been okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-115183640347012034?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/115183640347012034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=115183640347012034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115183640347012034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115183640347012034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/07/music-marathon-d.html' title='Music Marathon! :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-115150074167758248</id><published>2006-06-28T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:29:12.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary sch memories.</title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School passed in a blink of an eye. Thank goodness the class tees arrived last night and I managed to pass them all to my classmates. No stress about it now. Haha. THANK YOU Candice for helping me carry them up to my class! :D We presented our Geog structure today, the blue coloured water we poured in started leaking from all the holes. Everybody was laughing at us.. Ha. So my school shoe has a blue patch which looks like a birth mark (haha) and my fingers were blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Dory dropped by my class to meet Charms and so they played with me the "take a picture" game. I only got it after a million years when Theo told me. Hahaha. My dear classmates watched and laughed at me. ): TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Chong Fu Primary for the P6s last match with Jilly, Candice and JanNg. Sadly they didn't make it into the next round. And they are one unmotivated bunch of ppl. ]: The place brought back lots of memories. The most vivid one was the easy match we lost in 2003 that caused us not to make it into top4. I can never forget it. Never ever. It was too painful at that time. ): Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/280606%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/280606%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we saw in the canteen. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/280606%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/280606%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this too. Big fonts, rhyme just potrays the whole you-are-in-primary school feeling. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/280606%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/280606%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spasm leh, Candice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/280606%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/280606%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our jnrs who were so sweet to sit on the floor of the freaking small MINI-BUS to give us space. I hated the years in pri sch when we NEVER got a chance to sit in a bigger bus. Everytime squeezing in a MINI-BUS with some air-con that blows out hot air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/280606%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/280606%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played hopscotch when we returned! I miss those times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'They were so jealous of me cause i could throw my wallet within the box hahaha.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH, Candice we won't jealous of you la, you were cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/280606%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/280606%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pushed her on the ground and she fell on her knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/280606%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/280606%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scecretly took their picture since they didn't allow me too. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;BTW the girl sitting on the staircase, is Candice's &lt;em&gt;sister,&lt;/em&gt; aka Jia Xuan who's bday shockingly lands on the same day as Candice's! 20th December man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/280606%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/280606%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/280606%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/280606%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, a picture with my &lt;em&gt;sister&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;She is from the same house as me! :D&lt;br /&gt;And her name is SU Xia and mine is SU Ann.&lt;br /&gt;Candice says we both have the exasperated face. O.o&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera almost kicked the bucket today. JanNg dropped it accidentally and it knocked against the rocks on the floor. Its still alive with a few scratches. Heart attack man. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped by a certain person's blog from a link on a certain person's blog. When I read the posts and the profile on the blog, I literally went WHAT THE HECK and scrunched up my face with a disgusted expression. EWW. It reminded me of Charms's horrible experience on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/170606%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/170606%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think this is?&lt;br /&gt;If you say its a correction tape + earser, you are right!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it is so adorable?&lt;br /&gt;Dionney bought it for me and I'm very reluctant to use it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the com long enough, time to get off.&lt;br /&gt;BYEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-115150074167758248?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/115150074167758248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=115150074167758248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115150074167758248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115150074167758248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/06/primary-sch-memories.html' title='Primary sch memories.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-115122904684597004</id><published>2006-06-26T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:35:08.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;24/04/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Marathon Rehearsal at Michelle's house &amp; Class dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us met at YCK station and headed down to her house by bus and then her dad's car, where 7 of us squeezed in the back seat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of them were playing DDR when we arrived. I tried it, for the first time. (I know, I know, very &lt;em&gt;lao tu.&lt;/em&gt; I don't like to dance BTW) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/240606-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were not happy with these pics so in the end we took retarded pictures instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="84" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20008.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="84" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20006.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon whats with the same poses man. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After practising &lt;strong&gt;once&lt;/strong&gt; through, we walked out to the main road.&lt;br /&gt;It was a long and tiring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20018.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20018.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That two were the ahpeks of the day. And they are with Janice in the ahpeks' club. Hahaha. They carried their umbrellas like it was an accessory or smth. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20020.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20020.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab to Marina South.&lt;br /&gt;That is the taxi uncle's water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;dorable. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/240606%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Chin Huat Live Seafood for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;A pathetic 16 of us including Miss Kang turned up.&lt;br /&gt;Its worst than the BBQ! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20021.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20021.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live prawns, jumping and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20022.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20022.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you are all cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20024.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20027.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/240606%20027.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20029.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/240606%20029.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff the meat in the mussel shells.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it if you don't get it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left ard 8. We were sticky and oily.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped Charms, Theo, Joanne home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/240606%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/240606%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda a first and last time experience. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun anw.&lt;br /&gt;Hope our next class event won't be such a failure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No lessons&lt;br /&gt;- Music Marathon Rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;- New timetable sucks big time&lt;br /&gt;- Saw a name in the new timetable we never hoped of as our PE tcher&lt;br /&gt;- Fun fun funny&lt;br /&gt;- Stare at Xioa Hui who wouldn't stop stoning&lt;br /&gt;- Plan temp class seating arrangement&lt;br /&gt;- New classmate&lt;br /&gt;- Tricia is my BRUDDER&lt;br /&gt;- Trng cancelled&lt;br /&gt;- p6s called me up and started threatening me&lt;br /&gt;- Funny chatting with Janice who is MIA&lt;br /&gt;- My &lt;em&gt;sister&lt;/em&gt; AKA SuXia makes me go HUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT, its 1:23AM.&lt;br /&gt;And there is sch in 6 hours time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-115122904684597004?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/115122904684597004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=115122904684597004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115122904684597004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115122904684597004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/06/what.html' title='WHAT.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-115090912919305415</id><published>2006-06-22T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:22:56.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAKA! :D</title><content type='html'>I'm updating my blog again! Finally, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I might be closing it down anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know the World Cup fever is on.&lt;br /&gt;Dionne and I went to this magazine store at Gardens to get England team's poster. I got for Twin. :D The Brazil one was sold out. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/worldcup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/worldcup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought two of these World Cup stickers thing. And we got unknown players. Seen some of the faces before but never really heard of their names. Haha. Besides John Terry.&lt;br /&gt;We are not obssessed with the players, its their skills we are obssessed with. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Dionne loves Crouch. (everybody scream :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother scrolling down if you have no interests in&lt;br /&gt;football-&gt;Brazil-&gt;Kaka.&lt;br /&gt;HA. Its just pics and pics. I'm also showing Dionne that he's cute since she tells me he isn't cute in the pics that she found.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/brazil-kaka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/brazil-kaka1.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/brazil-kaka2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/brazil-kaka2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/brazil-kaka6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/brazil-kaka6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/brazil-kaka7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/brazil-kaka7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/brazil-kaka8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/brazil-kaka8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/brazil-kaka4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/brazil-kaka4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/brazil-kaka5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/brazil-kaka5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/brazil-kaka3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think he is so &lt;em&gt;shuai&lt;/em&gt;? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I bet Xioa Hui wants to marry him but...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/brazil-kaka10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="306" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/brazil-kaka10.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;His wife is pretty and she's only 18.&lt;br /&gt;Good-looking couple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/brazil-ronaldinho3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/brazil-ronaldinho3.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW this is Ronaldinho when he was 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/brazil-ronaldinho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/brazil-ronaldinho1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he still looks the same 19 years later.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-115090912919305415?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/115090912919305415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=115090912919305415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115090912919305415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115090912919305415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/06/kaka-d.html' title='KAKA! :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-115002875620788292</id><published>2006-06-11T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:12:26.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/080606%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/080606%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/080606%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/080606%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/080606%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/080606%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/080606%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/080606%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We had fun with Macs twister fries and fries. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;People's Park and movie @ PS.&lt;br /&gt;Long story how we settled for the show @ PS in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister just said &lt;em&gt;ham ching pang &lt;/em&gt;as&lt;em&gt; ham tam cheng. &lt;/em&gt;What on Earth is that? ROFL. She even told my dad last time she wanted to eat &lt;em&gt;guo tiao&lt;/em&gt; when it was &lt;em&gt;you tiao&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw recently I have been hooked on disneychannel.com games. One of them is The Suite Life of Zack &amp; Cody &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://psc.disney.go.com/disneychannel/sohotsummer/games/game1/index.html?isCommercialSite=true"&gt;Kitchen Commotion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I watch a lot of Disney Channel shows and I'm proud of it. :D Hahaha. Oh, and I can't wait for the High School Musical movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis just read what I typed here and whacked me very hardly with a pillow (from Janice). She has a violent nature. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my grp's lovely geog structure. Fellow pure geog students, don't try to steal ideas from it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/110606%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/110606%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to finish up my Chinese compo today but I ended up decorating my wall. I took down all the bands and singers posters and replaced them with pretty ads from the mags. Didn't snap a pic of it to post up though. Some other time I guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now.&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-115002875620788292?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/115002875620788292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=115002875620788292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115002875620788292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/115002875620788292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/06/smile.html' title='Smile! (:'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114978705250985512</id><published>2006-06-09T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:07:00.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, roboty. ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/080606%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/080606%20005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sis broke my robot earring. I was angry, VERY angry. ): Anw I'll blog about Diorenanny's outing some other time. It was a total rushing from one place to another outing but it was great. Haha. Thanks babes for making it wonderful. &lt;3&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; @ Joanne's hse tmrw morning and trng in the afternoon. I'm so proud of our Geog structure. -beams :D&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114978705250985512?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114978705250985512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114978705250985512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114978705250985512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114978705250985512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/06/sorry-roboty_114978705250985512.html' title='Sorry, roboty. ):'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114952412681104166</id><published>2006-06-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:33:00.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongeback Moutain. Hurhur.</title><content type='html'>An article in The Sunday Times talked about the videos on the internet, and so I decided to look up for a video they mentioned - Spongeback Mountain. Spongebob Squarepants meet Brokeback Mountain. If you have not watched it, you should take a look. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deYlMdjLwsg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deYlMdjLwsg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114952412681104166?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114952412681104166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114952412681104166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114952412681104166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114952412681104166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/06/spongeback-moutain-hurhur.html' title='Spongeback Moutain. Hurhur.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114944506016938795</id><published>2006-06-04T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:23:04.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUICK QUICK COME BACK! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/collage1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/collage1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on the 30th of May, after Maths &amp; Science Funtasia. Kimberley was being a sweetie :D and waited with me for an hour for my mom. And because of that, she missed her HollandV show. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of holidays are over. And very soon Diary Eater will be back. Haha. 10 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've done some shopping the last few days. Its the GSS, and I must get into the shopping mood! Haha. People's Park with Ren &amp;amp; Dionne soon, I can't wait! :D Eh, its not because I read Urban that I wanna go that place now. It was one of my fav places, long long ago. Heh heh. I love the way you get to bargain with the stall owners and find many interesting things there. Besides its just next to Chinatown station. (I sound like I'm advertising that place? HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa projects to finish up... I just found how to build an earthquake structure from Google. Hiak hiak! :D It will def save a lot of trouble figuring out how to build one though there are lotsa stuff to be edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm online actually just for a reason - research for Geog.&lt;br /&gt;However I've replied an email, visited Friendster, blog and now do this quizzy thingy. Hahaha. (I was doing my Chem wksheet halfway when I came on =x) I have no self-control at all man.. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was ripped off from Friendster and its called 'How Asian are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[1] You take your shoes off before entering the&lt;br /&gt;house&lt;br /&gt;[2] You eat rice often.&lt;br /&gt;[3] You use chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;[4]You can speak an asian language.&lt;br /&gt;[5] Your parents want good grades from you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents insist you don't date until college.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents want you to go to Berkeley or&lt;br /&gt;Stanford or Harvard or some other good university&lt;br /&gt;like that.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents believe in Feng Shui.&lt;br /&gt;[6] You listen to those horoscopes/zodiac signs.&lt;br /&gt;[] Your parents love to gossip with the other&lt;br /&gt;parents about you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have relatives other than your immediate&lt;br /&gt;family living with you.&lt;br /&gt;[7] Most or all of your friends are asian.&lt;br /&gt;[8] Your ancestors came from Asia.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are obsessed with the computer and can't&lt;br /&gt;get enough.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know how to put a computer together.&lt;br /&gt;[9] You listen to asian music.&lt;br /&gt;[10] You can actually understand the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;[11] You have to keep things from your parents,&lt;br /&gt;even if they're not bad, because you know they'd&lt;br /&gt;THINK it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your relatives love to bring you clothes that&lt;br /&gt;are bright in color with cute cartoons on them. If&lt;br /&gt;you're lucky, it might even have english words on&lt;br /&gt;them that don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;[12] You love your ethnic food.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have taken/still take piano and/or violin.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Classical music is the best music ever, next to&lt;br /&gt;asian music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You are good at math [except geometry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multiply by 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So, I'm 48% asian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alllllrightttttt. I'm so not westernised. ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took forever to blog this. Time now: 0212AM.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I've decided not to get those slip-ons. Candice, you won't need to slaughter me. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114944506016938795?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114944506016938795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114944506016938795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114944506016938795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114944506016938795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/06/quick-quick-come-back-d.html' title='QUICK QUICK COME BACK! :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114926119977201315</id><published>2006-06-02T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:24:33.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VANS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/Vans%20Slip-Ons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/Vans%20Slip-Ons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/Vans%20Old%20Skool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/Vans%20Old%20Skool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;I need opinions. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;My mom thinks the Vans Slip-Ons look like ahpek shoes.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of them?&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer? &lt;em&gt;Hmmm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dearies. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114926119977201315?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114926119977201315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114926119977201315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114926119977201315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114926119977201315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/06/vans.html' title='VANS!'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114866156134148938</id><published>2006-05-26T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:39:21.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVE ME ALONE! ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3A2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS VERY URGENT, PLS CHECK YOUR EMAILS FOR THE CLASS T-SHIRT DESIGNS. IF YOU DIDN'T RECEIVE IT PLS LET ME KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy with the shirt designs. Yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;I was doing it from 3 to 7 and Tricia took over, added some stuff and finished it at 10.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe Tricia called me Mummy? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;What a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Her message went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Hello mummy i just got dismissed and im soooo hungry!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Tricia dear. I'll come and fetch you now. Don't worry I'll buy dinner for you now. We shall eat grass tonight.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reply was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cow dung plus some of its milk. And you can have some of my waste and weeds.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically laughing my head off. I didn't know cow dung has milk (I know she is refering to the cow but the way she phrased it meant the cow dung). ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;Tricia, oh, Tricia. -shakes head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last study session tmrw. ): and TRAINING! -SCREAMS&lt;br /&gt;Can I not have another trng with his talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLEASE, WITH MY KNEES ON THE GROUND?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-E-A-V-E if you want, cmon, no one's stopping you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really need to...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114866156134148938?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114866156134148938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114866156134148938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114866156134148938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114866156134148938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/05/leave-me-alone.html' title='LEAVE ME ALONE! ):'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114830216313390384</id><published>2006-05-22T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:55:32.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Future, or not?</title><content type='html'>School was a tiresome today though it flew past.&lt;br /&gt;Trng was cancelled after school.&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Non of the halls are available for us.&lt;br /&gt;And why?&lt;br /&gt;BLAH BLAH. I'm not saying. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had physical for an hour instead.&lt;br /&gt;It was strenuous and backbreaking!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just lousy la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I collapsed on the floor after running, jumping, frog jumps.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'm loving it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hiakhiak. Looking forward to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;Muscles muscles muscles!&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything to burn away all those calories and for the sake of my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what I'm having for dinner besides some porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/220506%20food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/220506%20food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINFUL INDULGENCE O.O&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Unhealthy and fattening.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't resist it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;BTW I have been putting on weight!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm not joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry, I'll keep to my diet and you won't see me losing 20kg in a mth. Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've not shown signs of putting on a lot of weight for almost 12-14 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee passed me my bday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/220506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/220506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it is adorable? :D&lt;br /&gt;SUPER! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The bat is just the size of your palm!&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing my head off when I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;Jillian went O-M-G.&lt;br /&gt;Its a really special gift.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ren. :D I'll display it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tornado is going to sweep my class tmrw approx. around 7.55 to 13.45.&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared for the worst 3A2.&lt;br /&gt;If you guys get it. :D&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not literally meaning a real tornado that is a rotating column of air ranging in width from a few yards to more than a mile and whirling at destructively high speeds, usually accompanied by a funnel-shaped downward extension of a cumulonimbus cloud.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the last week of the term 2?&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't feel like it. ):&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are depressing for me.&lt;br /&gt;They fly and when it ends, I'll start regretting not doing this and that.&lt;br /&gt;I should have gone for a modular workshop on Time Management.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been contemplating about my future. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to grow old and I can't believe that O's are next year.&lt;br /&gt;Just one more year.&lt;br /&gt;Ten years down the road, I could be getting married or trying to establish my career.&lt;br /&gt;I may turn out to be a failure in life. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I shall take it one step at a time and not think so far ahead of time. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a KIASU. -rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I think I should finish my homework.&lt;br /&gt;To prepare for my titration prac tmrw too.&lt;br /&gt;Teenage life is sad, our whole world just revolves around school, school and school.&lt;br /&gt;As everybody(older generations) says, study hard now and your future will be bright.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the wrong generation! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;According to my mom, 13points for O's during her years were the best!&lt;br /&gt;What is it like now? 6 or rather 0 after deducting all the extra stuff.&lt;br /&gt;S I G H ?&lt;br /&gt;Am I making any sense? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Can't think straight right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114830216313390384?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114830216313390384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114830216313390384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114830216313390384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114830216313390384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/05/bright-future-or-not.html' title='Bright Future, or not?'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114813909260351937</id><published>2006-05-20T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:54:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm never able to understand it.</title><content type='html'>My bday this year was just spent simply with some of my friends and family. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modular workshop in the morning. Pretty boring...&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to PS for lunch with Jan, Ren, Charms, Dionne and Jilly at Swensens. (;&lt;br /&gt;Treated them to Earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;We had loads of fun with the dry ice.&lt;br /&gt;Did not get my free Firehouse though.&lt;br /&gt;Was too bloated. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/200506collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/200506collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Heeren thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;The bottom part of Dionne's shoe came out at the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;It was such an embarrassment. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The other shoe's came off outside her house. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;Jan, Charms, Jilly left and the three of us walked ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/200506%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/200506%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a same robot earring.&lt;br /&gt;Spent 7bucks on stickers. =x&lt;br /&gt;Ren left to meet her dad.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dionne's hse for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to accompany her for her Wushu but it was too last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, next time next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;I like her belt. (: Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/200506%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/200506%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godma's hse for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/200506collage2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/200506collage2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the presents Jan gave me.&lt;br /&gt;Four pens stucked in a glass bottle.&lt;br /&gt;The only way was to break it.&lt;br /&gt;And I did. ]:&lt;br /&gt;I love the pens. Thanks JanWATER. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/190506%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/190506%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/190506%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/190506%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the nonsense Tricia wrote on the wrapper. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm known as SOOOOOOOOOOOANN. &lt;em&gt;What? Lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who made my bday a memorable one. :D&lt;br /&gt;The wishes and the presents.&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to name everybody out. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is more than words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114813909260351937?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114813909260351937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114813909260351937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114813909260351937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114813909260351937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-never-able-to-understand-it.html' title='I&apos;m never able to understand it.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114742435011530052</id><published>2006-05-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T16:59:10.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/100506%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/100506%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking&lt;br /&gt;When you fall everyone sins&lt;br /&gt;Another day and you've had your fill of sinking&lt;br /&gt;With the life held in your&lt;br /&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;br /&gt;These hands are meant to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;Move along &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move Along by All American Rejects.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/entertainment/2006-04/09/xin_1904030911449362414910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/entertainment/2006-04/09/xin_1904030911449362414910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keira Knightley is so gorgeous. :O&lt;br /&gt;I love her necklace. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsday.com/media/photo/2005-11/20630125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.newsday.com/media/photo/2005-11/20630125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.openmusic.ru/gallery-concert/0021-american_music_awards/0021-american_music_awards_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe this is Lindsay Lohan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114742435011530052?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114742435011530052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114742435011530052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114742435011530052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114742435011530052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/05/go-ahead-as-you-waste-your-days-with.html' title=''/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114726873063166689</id><published>2006-05-10T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:47:06.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Add Math Test wasn't as difficult as what I thought it would turn out to be.  Was so freaked out the night before that I had a Math nightmare. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is JUST one more test left.&lt;br /&gt;Elective Literature.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;I've not studied, or read anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I'm tired of mugging non-stop for the whole of last week.&lt;br /&gt;I still have one more newspaper article to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceiling light is flickering and I'm alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia and Eli are violent butt whackers.&lt;br /&gt;STAY AWAY FROM ME! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Big P-E-R-V-E-R-T-S! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Janice, Charms, Tra and Joanne at Compass Jack's Place. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/100506%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/100506%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/100506%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/100506%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/100506%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/100506%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/100506%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/100506%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/100506%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/100506%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/100506%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/100506%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spaghetti from the Student's Meal was pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;It was just half the potion of a Kids Meal.&lt;br /&gt;Charms and I are big eaters and that was definitely not enough for us.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne's chicken cutlet was dripping in oil. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;Our dessert was supposedly mixed fruits but it turned out to be half peaches.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not worth our $. xD&lt;br /&gt;Janice didn't eat her peach, so we played number game with it.&lt;br /&gt;Added salt, sauce and chilli on it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And Janice didn't eat a single bit of her peach!&lt;br /&gt;Got Mothers' Day present for my mom. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah. And Home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to spend the whole afternoon tmrw sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, finally some proper sleep! Heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114726873063166689?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114726873063166689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114726873063166689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114726873063166689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114726873063166689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114684127043074321</id><published>2006-05-05T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:17:40.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWICIA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four tests down, three more to go. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been pushing myself too hard for these tests.&lt;br /&gt;My partner stresses me a lot a lot.&lt;br /&gt;She was first in class last term and nothing seems to be difficult for her.&lt;br /&gt;She motivates me indirectly. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total hours of sleep I had since Monday:&lt;br /&gt;4 + 4 + 6 + 2 + 3 + 5 = 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm immune to tiredness now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking I won't have enough time. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop stressing yourself, Suann! &lt;/em&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to study after doing some research for my English articles, but Dory was persistent in asking me to do a new blogskin for her and I sacrificed my study time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Be honoured, Dory. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you realised, my Haloscan has been eating up my comments. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of changing to a tagboard, should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114684127043074321?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114684127043074321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114684127043074321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114684127043074321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114684127043074321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114641846178855904</id><published>2006-05-01T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:48:13.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be lying if I said I was okay.</title><content type='html'>I was studying Geog a few hours ago and had an urge to do a new blogskin. Haha. This took up about 3 hours of my time. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog is rotting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent my phone for servicing two days ago when I dropped it into a puddle of rainwater.&lt;br /&gt;Now my camera charger is spoilt and I have to send it for servicing too.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed a camera, both broke down on me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$40 an hour is too much!&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother asking what it is about. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to head off to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;But before I do so, revision on weathering!&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be lying if I said I was okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114641846178855904?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114641846178855904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114641846178855904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114641846178855904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114641846178855904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-be-lying-if-i-said-i-was-okay.html' title='I&apos;ll be lying if I said I was okay.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114562003790415997</id><published>2006-04-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:50:34.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up, seriously.</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why our tic must put us down. And because of that, we're gonna &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prove&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. PROVE YOU WRONG. We are so determined to fight the battle and win it back for PL, and there you go having negative thoughts. The other one just listens, acts serious, doesn't cheer, no sense of motivation at all. You call yourselves TABLE-TENNIS tics. Hello, as tics, you guys should encourage us and plan things for us properly. It doesn't mean we will love you when you buy dinner for us. Purlease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of them just makes me pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be fine w/o supporters. We will fight the battle, as a team, alone. Its okay. Its okay if you want us to feel awful when we play against our opponent and they have groups of supporters cheering on for them. Its okay if you are just lazy to call for supporters and say they shouldn't miss lessons. If other tics can do it, why can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time I'm gonna say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is getting me fustrated.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese lianbi, Geog worksheet, Physics worksheet, English vernacular list, Lit text-based, study for Physics Quiz and Chinese test.&lt;br /&gt;MsKang was talking about our grades today.&lt;br /&gt;Does stress really make a person perform better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;You are making me tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm in a bad mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets sing a song. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114562003790415997?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114562003790415997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114562003790415997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114562003790415997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114562003790415997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/04/shut-up-seriously.html' title='Shut up, seriously.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114527574265011430</id><published>2006-04-17T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T20:43:01.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PL'S GONNA WIN! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHO'S GONNA WIN GONNA WIN GONNA WIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE'RE GONNA WIN GONNA WIN GONNA WIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHO'S GONNA WIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE'RE GONNA WIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jillian was saying this cheer before trng and I felt very motivated by it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Finals is in 8 days time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling excited and stressed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I don't wanna have both teams in the 4th placing and since Bdiv has a chance of beating Cedar, we should grab that opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it would be a tough fight, not being thrashed by them.&lt;br /&gt;I have confidence in us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets put our best foot forward for our last match, Pingpongers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PL'S GONNA WIN!&lt;/strong&gt; Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the Badminton match on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;Hope at least one of their teams can make it into top 2. [:&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make a poster for them, since Jilly and Candice did one alr.&lt;br /&gt;We're just like a family since we share the same coach. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from a chained email from JaniceYoong.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olny srmat poelpe can.&lt;br /&gt;cnuoldt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was&lt;br /&gt;rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a&lt;br /&gt;rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht&lt;br /&gt;oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is&lt;br /&gt;taht&lt;br /&gt;the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be&lt;br /&gt;a taotl mses and you&lt;br /&gt;can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is&lt;br /&gt;bcuseae the huamn&lt;br /&gt;mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a&lt;br /&gt;wlohe.&lt;br /&gt;Amzanig hu!h? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any supporters for us on the 24th and 25th? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114527574265011430?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114527574265011430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114527574265011430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114527574265011430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114527574265011430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/04/pls-gonna-win-d.html' title='PL&apos;S GONNA WIN! :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114493564012868875</id><published>2006-04-13T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:56:52.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy! :D</title><content type='html'>Yay. I'm blogging again! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;One reason is because I'm feeling happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;My team-mates made me so happy again! :D&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was happy was when we beat ChungCheng which was two weeks ago. Hahaha. Maybe it isn't really a long time la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day passed so fast!&lt;br /&gt;Made me happier. :D&lt;br /&gt;Physics prac was easy and boring.&lt;br /&gt;MsKang tried to trick us with some Dementia tests.&lt;br /&gt;She gave us kisses (Hershey's la). Dark choc. (:&lt;br /&gt;We had about 2 and half periods free so its 1 and a half hour w/o a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;So cool.&lt;br /&gt;We chitchatted, planned for some conference tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Kimberley is so violent pls.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm going to keep a 1m distance from her from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;I just took her shoe and passed it to my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;What she did to me was traumatising. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;She grabbed my whole foot from the ground and just forced my shoe out.&lt;br /&gt;Painful okay.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I hit my head against the table and her PE shirt drenched with sweat dropped on me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm known as dinosaur or soft toy to her.&lt;br /&gt;So it means I'm cute. :D Hahahaha. Being bhb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had two periods of Geog and school ended! :D Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Went to find Jillian. I'm always finding her.&lt;br /&gt;Mission Jillian. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It was not successful though.&lt;br /&gt;Met Candice and we went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pissed with Dory for slamming me against the wall and throwing my shoebag to the other end of her classroom. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had training (w/o Kimpy, triple Yay).&lt;br /&gt;Waited for the sec2s to leave the EHall so we could start it.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Richa, Ann and Sarah. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So noisy pls. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hall to take the nets and balls.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing way too much during trng.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I felt Candice was such a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we were playing 'mini squash'.&lt;br /&gt;And the problem was me cause I didn't want to hit harder.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of drama. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I partnered Candice and we played doubles!&lt;br /&gt;We are called &lt;strong&gt;HuGgIeX&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;We beat Morzy and Jilly.&lt;br /&gt;So we had a free drink from each of them! :D&lt;br /&gt;Made me even happier! :D Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microphones, microphones.&lt;br /&gt;It brought so much joy and fun into our lives k. :D&lt;br /&gt;We played with it during trng.&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;strong&gt;captain&lt;/strong&gt; was distracting us with it.&lt;br /&gt;After trng, we did martial arts with wangfeihong music.&lt;br /&gt;Jillian, Candice, Morzy, Audrey and Birdy.&lt;br /&gt;Drama mama.&lt;br /&gt;Birdy videotaped it down in her phone.&lt;br /&gt;Its a must-watch! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;We did that till 630 when the auntie came up and chased us home. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Cafe Cartel.&lt;br /&gt;Sat in there for 5 mins and walked out because we had not enough $. ):&lt;br /&gt;Next time next time.&lt;br /&gt;Macs for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Gossip session pls.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and McJuicy! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Something I wouldn't stop insisting.&lt;br /&gt;Its McCrispy actually. =x&lt;br /&gt;They made me very happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend &lt;/em&gt;(don't ask me why I call her that and who she is, just happens that I call her that everytime I talk about her. hahaha) is watching the West Side Story musical now and I'm feeling very jealous.&lt;br /&gt;If she was watching Burn The Floor, I would have made a trip to the venue and grab the ticket from her. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burnthefloor.com/home/btf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.burnthefloor.com/home/btf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the website to find out more. &lt;a href="http://www.burnthefloor.com"&gt;www.burnthefloor.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't the title make you more interested? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burn the Floor - Extreme Ballroom stars a company of 26 of the world's best dancers, musicians and singers and is produced by Harley Medcalf and directed and choreographed by Jason Gilkison.&lt;br /&gt;This is ballroom dancing stripped to its raw essence: a man and a woman up close and personal - sweaty, spectacular and breathtakingly sexy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheapest tix -&gt; $48. Haha. Sponsors? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw &lt;em&gt;my friend &lt;/em&gt;just told me the Badminton C div are meeting SCGS in their semi-finals!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited okay.&lt;br /&gt;They can beat them la, and make it to the greenmat (1st/2nd placing).&lt;br /&gt;They will most likely be meeting Raffles or St.Nics.&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Very excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy truckloads of lollipops for &lt;em&gt;my friend&lt;/em&gt; if they win. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay, Jan&lt;strong&gt;ICE&lt;/strong&gt; Yue Kha Mun is now known as JanWATER. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;She's not cool anymore because she lost to me in some 'No lor, yes lor' game and she's calling me evil.&lt;br /&gt;How can a kind soul like me be called evil? ):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;She's making me wear a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to say she's cold if you don't get it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, so now I'm the bunsen burner...&lt;br /&gt;What a joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to sum it all up..&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling happy!&lt;br /&gt;I'm making it simple by not trying to make my post chim and boring.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what will spoil my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M2M Everything lyrics is nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;Though JanWATER doesn't think its that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JanWATER, the new kind of water, better then newater because its JanWATER!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114493564012868875?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114493564012868875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114493564012868875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114493564012868875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114493564012868875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-happy-d.html' title='I&apos;m happy! :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114422468704080826</id><published>2006-04-05T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:11:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid throat infection.</title><content type='html'>I just read Candice's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh Out Loud.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry I didn't push down the surrounds with you and hug Michelle. I know I saw you lift it up and throw it back onto the floor. Yes, I agree it was retarded. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping for more than 12 hours everyday since Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I hate making my bed my favourite place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm sick and I've no other choices.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a throat infection, a THROAT INFECTION!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid throat infection.&lt;br /&gt;Sick since Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I'm much better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't participate in Innovation Week, couldn't make it to cheer for the Badminton girls on Mon. I'm missing out so much fun. So my level is enjoying the camp now. Can't even go for the campfire now because I'm on medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are playing against Raffles tmrw for semi-finals. Haha. The thought of them just makes me wanna laugh. Cmon, they are so strong la. Like an unbreakable concrete wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my favourite place on earth, for now. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114422468704080826?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114422468704080826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114422468704080826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114422468704080826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114422468704080826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/04/stupid-throat-infection.html' title='Stupid throat infection.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114261491687167636</id><published>2006-03-18T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T01:45:08.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disfigured and Ugly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/150306%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/150306%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/150306%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/150306%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class's pet. [: Known as &lt;strong&gt;Mr.Stone&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/150306%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/150306%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/150306%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/150306%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/150306%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/150306%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/150306%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/150306%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia, stop day-dreaming will yaaa. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/150306%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/150306%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/150306%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/150306%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/150306%20068.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/150306%20068.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full moon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog about our whole class outing and that MissKang did not turn up for it.&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to let the pictures do the talking. (:&lt;br /&gt;It was at EastCoast.&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the rest of the pictures in an album, soon.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully before the end of next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training's in 9 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Twinnie will know how bad I've been playing the last few trainings.&lt;br /&gt;I fall on my knees everytime, my feet is always rooted to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Nationals are 3 days away. [:&lt;br /&gt;What a time to play like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things on my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take my brain out and bring on a vacation,&lt;br /&gt;leaving all that had or has happened behind for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so weird between us now if you realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Dionne and Renee at our usual restaurant. [:&lt;br /&gt;Took really horrible neos (haha).&lt;br /&gt;But had a really great time with the two of them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go off to dreamland now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just reminded me of this disgusting dream I had of you and you.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop thinking about it because..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;A brand new morning with a brand new attitude. (:&lt;br /&gt;Geog project to do tmrw..&lt;br /&gt;- Yawns for the hundredth and one time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I can't stand the uZap ad.&lt;br /&gt;Its driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zap zap tummy, zap zap tummy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zap zap butt, zap zap butt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zap zap thighs, zap zap thighs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;D: Disfigured and ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114261491687167636?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114261491687167636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114261491687167636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114261491687167636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114261491687167636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/03/disfigured-and-ugly.html' title='Disfigured and Ugly.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114213592645139677</id><published>2006-03-12T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:08:30.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest team. (:</title><content type='html'>I shall post the pictures that we took during the prize presentation one over month ago, I think. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;The trophy wasn't the colour we wanted, but we are sure we will get the gold coloured ones next year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/27Feb06%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/27Feb06%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/27Feb06%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/27Feb06%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/27Feb06%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/27Feb06%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried taking a team photo.&lt;br /&gt;There were too many cameras around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/27Feb06%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/27Feb06%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/27Feb06%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/27Feb06%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/27Feb06%20018.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/27Feb06%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/27Feb06%20020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/27Feb06%20020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures above tells us that Jilly is highly spastic and her face is always half covered by something. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;And that Candice loves cameras, truly madly deeply. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks!&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of MrLow and his Physics notes. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114213592645139677?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114213592645139677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114213592645139677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114213592645139677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114213592645139677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/03/dearest-team.html' title='Dearest team. (:'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114191199008133705</id><published>2006-03-09T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:51:26.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>I forgot what I wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda looking forward to my [half] class outing on Wed. :D (which was actually suppose to be 1B2's but it was cancelled due to some unforseen circumstances)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is making me think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Chrysanthenum tea, the TV ads, songs..&lt;br /&gt;Anything could be linked back to one point.&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds funny.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and laugh if you feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rather slow in my reaction these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I could be getting STM.&lt;br /&gt;Stoning is my favourite hobby now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be alone because I start to feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel alone the minute I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;This stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trng was bad.&lt;br /&gt;Scared Maggie and Alliteration.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey flashed her tummy at me.&lt;br /&gt;I made Twinnie depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed with the tables and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dionney for the spongebob! (:&lt;br /&gt;Your little note was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will heal everything. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114191199008133705?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114191199008133705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114191199008133705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114191199008133705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114191199008133705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114180613218908087</id><published>2006-03-08T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:53:12.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the good times that we had?&lt;br /&gt;I let them slip away from us when things got bad&lt;br /&gt;How clearly I first saw you smilin' in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired but I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Standin' on the edge of something much too deep&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word&lt;br /&gt;We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night&lt;br /&gt;You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely song. (:&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah McLachlan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I know a thousand sorrys cannot make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from a chained email from someone, one sentence in it was:&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so true. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Suann.&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP SUANN.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pls shake me and get me back on earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, memories, sweet memories.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pillow is wet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114180613218908087?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114180613218908087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114180613218908087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114180613218908087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114180613218908087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114173730676374124</id><published>2006-03-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:19:30.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;)':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114173730676374124?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114173730676374124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114173730676374124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114173730676374124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114173730676374124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114148936296288935</id><published>2006-03-04T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:27:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life ain't a breeze now.</title><content type='html'>I just realised I've not blogged for 15 days alr. Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to blog nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to update it and I've been caught up in studying and handling with the tragic test results. Failed Physics! Haha. Almost failed Chemistry too. I'm in the Science stream and I did so badly for my Science subs. Lets just say, Science just doesn't really interest me. I miss being in Sec2, and last year's system! Life was such a breeze then, now everybody is panicking, getting agitated, feeling our hearts shatter. I'm exaggerating la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty good, in fact I think it was really productive. :D&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 735, took my own sweet time to get to school and was 20mins late.&lt;br /&gt;Had Study Session. Jilly and I were the only Sec3s that attended, so it was kinda like one to two tuition. A Math A Math A Math. Log Log Log. -chants. LogBaseResult. Omg, I think Math is driving me nuts. Our tutor is in the final year of NTU and she's taking engineering. So cooool. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Serangoon Gardens to meet Traaa.&lt;br /&gt;Met Kimpy at Macs, forced me to take his fries, so I had to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne was late, wanted to slap her.&lt;br /&gt;Bought the new paper because Traaa wanted to read about a particular school which confiscates the students' coloured bras and make them go braless for the rest of the day, even during PE.&lt;br /&gt;I think its insane and sick. Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;So anw, we did our ProjectWork by surveying the ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Left for Heartland. Surveyed again.&lt;br /&gt;Got Fankeh's present - A funky dustbin! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Charmsy's. (:&lt;br /&gt;Bus to J8.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne the Great missed the bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Cut through Bishan Park.&lt;br /&gt;Burned loads of calories.&lt;br /&gt;Were suppose to meet Charmsy and Fankeh at CoffeeBeans.&lt;br /&gt;We took our own time writing Fankeh's card.&lt;br /&gt;So many funny incidents.&lt;br /&gt;Bought her a mini cake from Breadtalk.&lt;br /&gt;Sang bday song.&lt;br /&gt;Made her embarrassed. :D&lt;br /&gt;Continued surveying.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of our time sitting at Macs chit-chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think my post is so long and draggy. I'm about to fall asleep anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;ITS 12 MIDNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;FANKEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Esprit with Mom and bought the tee I wanted plus two socks. :D&lt;br /&gt;Met Yenlin there.&lt;br /&gt;Collected my new specs.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to get a new pair of sch shoes tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;And get a haircut soon.&lt;br /&gt;Will be going with Audrey, can somebody accompany me too?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. &lt;em&gt;I don't wanna be alone with her, my snr's not very stable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Jokingggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to edit Dionne's photo by putting lotsa pimples on it because she was doing that to my pic on her com.&lt;br /&gt;I shall do it when she gets to far. Hiakhiakhiak. :D&lt;br /&gt;I think she should blindfold herself, she sees too many cute ppl ard. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, tata.&lt;br /&gt;Time to go off to dreamlandddddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114148936296288935?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114148936296288935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114148936296288935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114148936296288935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114148936296288935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-aint-breeze-now.html' title='Life ain&apos;t a breeze now.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-114019091932920742</id><published>2006-02-17T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:57:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODY BASTARDS.</title><content type='html'>I'M FEELING 90%&lt;br /&gt;affronted, annoyed, antagonized, bitter, chafed, choleric, convulsed, cross, displeased, enraged, exacerbated, exasperated, ferocious, fierce, fiery, fuming, furious, galled, hateful, heated, hot, huffy, ill-tempered, impassioned, incensed, indignant, inflamed, infuriated, irascible, irate, ireful, irritable, irritated, maddened, nettled, offended, outraged, passionate, piqued, provoked, raging, resentful, riled, sore, splenetic, storming, sulky, sullen, tumultuous, turbulent, uptight, vexed, wrathful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND 10%&lt;br /&gt;aghast, balked, beaten, blue funk, cast down, chapfallen, complaining, defeated, depressed, despondent, disconcerted, discontented, discouraged, disenchanted, disgruntled, disillusioned, dissatisfied, distressed, down, downhearted, foiled, frustrated, hopeless, let down, objecting, shot down, taken down, thwarted, unhappy, unsatisfied, upset, vanquished, worsted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my vocab ain't that good, got it from the Thesaurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wondering why I'm feeling like that?&lt;br /&gt;Read on if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;You will get a chance to know how FUGLY Ass Hole School got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reasons why they were such losers though they won:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SILENT COACHING [&lt;em&gt;ROCKS&lt;/em&gt; MAN]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JEERING [&lt;em&gt;ROCKS&lt;/em&gt; TOO MAN]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;CHILDISH ASSHOLES [ &lt;em&gt;ROCKS&lt;/em&gt; MORE MAN]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;reason 1&lt;/span&gt;. YAY. I have SOOOOOOOOOO much to tell the world about it&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugly man said he is a &lt;strong&gt;qualified&lt;/strong&gt; umpire. Does &lt;strong&gt;qualified &lt;/strong&gt;umpires silent coach?&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;HOW IRONICAL.&lt;br /&gt;Told JanNg that he is a &lt;strong&gt;qualified&lt;/strong&gt; umpire and acts like he knows EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;HUR. WHAT A JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;So we watched him and he used other means to try to silent coach to his players.&lt;br /&gt;HMM. I didn't know its alright to do so in Table-Tennis.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't do once, you did 939448342313 times.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;Then his &lt;strong&gt;dear&lt;/strong&gt; players whom know we were watching him tried to block him.&lt;br /&gt;Got his players to silent coach for him too.&lt;br /&gt;CHILDISH.&lt;br /&gt;Desperate to &lt;strong&gt;cheat&lt;/strong&gt; to that extend.&lt;br /&gt;TSK TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Reason 2&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;So you BOYS think that its manly to jeer at out team eh?&lt;br /&gt;We caught your team mate for silent coaching,&lt;br /&gt;You all jeered.&lt;br /&gt;We were on the verge of losing,&lt;br /&gt;You all jeered, to distract our player.&lt;br /&gt;When we cheered at the wrong time,&lt;br /&gt;You all jeered again.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what kinda &lt;strong&gt;HUMAN BEINGS&lt;/strong&gt; your school PRODUCES.&lt;br /&gt;NOT &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; LEH, SO MANY LOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Reason 3&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;So you wanted to pick a fight with us over our very good umpire, JanNg faulting your player.&lt;br /&gt;Scream shout with your attitude. HUR.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;qualified&lt;/strong&gt; umpire who is a coach behaving like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMBARRASSING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"If they fault us, you fault them too."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I think that sentence shows how childish he is.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the players too.&lt;br /&gt;Stare at us with the I-want-to-eat-you-up face when we are trying to catch your coach from silent coaching.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you guys guilty enough to cheat, still want to give us some face.&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY ____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay that we lost. Its okay that we broke the 15years record. Ya know, we must give these &lt;strong&gt;losers&lt;/strong&gt; a chance to &lt;strong&gt;cheat&lt;/strong&gt; and show how great their cheating skills are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we walk away with dignity and pride.&lt;br /&gt;You guys don't even seem to have moral values,&lt;br /&gt;behaving worst than animals.&lt;br /&gt;Jeering, man &lt;strong&gt;JEERING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Distracting our singles player who is playing the deciding match is such a &lt;strong&gt;despicable&lt;/strong&gt; act.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;What losers with capital Ls on your heads.&lt;br /&gt;Jeer at small little things.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, are you guys just born ytd? Behaving like &lt;strong&gt;little babies&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Call yourselves &lt;strong&gt;sportsmen&lt;/strong&gt;, when you have &lt;strong&gt;no sportmanship&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you guys ashamed of what you did?&lt;br /&gt;What your coach did?&lt;br /&gt;Not a single bit?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel a least bit desperate that you must resort to underhand methods to get the trophy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be seriously fine with us if we played a&lt;strong&gt; fair&lt;/strong&gt; game with you.&lt;br /&gt;And we lost.&lt;br /&gt;But you &lt;strong&gt;cheated&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You broke the table-tennis rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY ___ OF A _____.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure what it is.&lt;br /&gt;It can be Apple of a Tree,&lt;br /&gt;Seed of a Fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to spoil your own school's reputation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCH A BIG DISGRACE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disgusting!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody go EWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;-Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VACUUM CLEANERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good after blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our coach was the greatest too.&lt;br /&gt;Blamed the C div.&lt;br /&gt;Said they were not worthy of being champs.&lt;br /&gt;Like you spend loads of time with us.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of encouraging us, you run us down everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping we will do better, but don't you know it makes us feel WORST?&lt;br /&gt;Cmon man, do you have to rub it in?&lt;br /&gt;Add salt all over the wound?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Jilly's blog.&lt;br /&gt;She updated, finally!&lt;br /&gt;Her post is slightly less detailed but more &lt;em&gt;chim&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in our lives, vulgarities just came out of our mouths like a flowing river.&lt;br /&gt;Shocked and stunned by what I did, but I know I was filled with way too much anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will get their retribution, or what you can say, Karma.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jnrs, lets just move on yeah? I know it hurts, very badly. Lets start the record again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took about 2 hours to type this thing.&lt;br /&gt;Started at 0955 and not is 1140.&lt;br /&gt;I have too much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton girls that were there, you guys rock la. :D&lt;br /&gt;Samantha, Joyce and her friends who stood behind that Fugly guy. (:&lt;br /&gt;And to the rest,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;For cheering and comforting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despair will not become my friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-114019091932920742?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/114019091932920742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=114019091932920742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114019091932920742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/114019091932920742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/02/bloody-bastards.html' title='BLOODY BASTARDS.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113984829807276442</id><published>2006-02-14T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:45:45.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable.</title><content type='html'>Those that heard about our loss to that school, no use continue reading this. I'm just typing out what I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not supposed to turn out that way. Birdy shouldn't have gotten sick.. She had no choice anw. Sigh. I'm just greatly affected by it. The only way we are gonna get champs is that school to lose to one school and the whole round about points thing will determine the winner. You guys must be thinking why must we get champs, second place is good enough. Maybe maybe. But it has been a long time since the B div got a second placing. Maybe it might turn out to be better for us in Nationals. Its like everything was planned to happen. Argh. I shan't say anymore. I feel like it never happened but it was all a dream.. I think its time for me to wake up and get back to reality. Its nobody's fault, everybody played well especially Butty, I guess it was just something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY HELL. I'M SO PISSED EVERYTIME I THINK ABOUT IT. SO THEY THINK SILENT COACHING IS SO COOL LA. FINE FINE, YOU WIN, YOU WON. USING UNDERHAND METHODS WON'T, I EMPHASISE, W-I-L-L N-O-T GET YOU FAR. DARN IT. LIKE JILLIAN SAID THE WHOLE TIME - F F F F F F F F. PFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I wanna thank Fankeh aka &lt;em&gt;Tomato Flavoured Log&lt;/em&gt;! :D You've been such a great support. (: Thanks Dionne for walking all the way from your netball area to the walkway to talk to me, to Joy, Charlotte and the rest that encouraged us and stuff. (: Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine. Whats done is done! Move on and try to do better.&lt;br /&gt;Self-motivation. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113984829807276442?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113984829807276442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113984829807276442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113984829807276442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113984829807276442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/02/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113967803575860057</id><published>2006-02-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:46:04.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIONNE! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY AMANDAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIONNE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics taken on 04Feb to celebrate Dory's brithday, very late though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/04Feb%20003.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/04Feb%20003.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/04Feb%20012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/04Feb%20012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/04Feb%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/04Feb%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/04Feb%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/04Feb%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20009.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today..&lt;br /&gt;Overslept and was 15mins late for the Mentors' Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to do. ARGH. I have to do a proposal for the person in charge there? Sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed Jillian to her music centre for her guitar lesson. Sat under the freezing air-con for half and hour, playing the Nature Park game in my hp while waiting for her. Took a cab to cine to meet Dionne, Renee, Fankeh, Charmsy and Dory. I couldn't stop laughing at Fankeh. HAHAHA. Little Jap Kid. :D Pastamania for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20001.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20003.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20003.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20012.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20012.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20015.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20015.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presenting the Little Jap Kid with lots of expressions. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked ard, took postcards for our class board. Took neos. (: Renee, Dionne and I got the same earrings in diff colours. So cooool. [: We didn't manage to get tix for the shows at the time we wanted, so we walked to ps. Dory left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11%20Feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/11%20Feb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click the pic to enlarge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the arcade there. Some ppl were trying to test our patience la. Act cool, act cool. So, Renee left to meet her daddy and the 5 of us played Daytona. :D Screamed, yelled, shouted. Fankeh and Charmsy just won't stop crashing into me. That is if they realised. Haha. We came out feeling deaf and blur. I almost got this Mickey &amp; Minnie soft toy ohkay! I'm still so irritated. I was thaaaat close to picking it up! ARGH. The two of them left, Jilly, Dionne and I walked ard ps. Got a new pencil case from Flash &amp;amp; Splash and a lovely tee from Outfitter Girls. I owe Jilly $27. Whoops. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dionne's hse for awhile. Got garlic bread and her &lt;strong&gt;very very&lt;/strong&gt; sweet Vanilla Frappe from Delifrance. On the way in the bus, I lost my balance and accidentally pulled her shirt. Sorreyyy. =x Hahaha. Did not mean to expose you. Lol. Dionne's house door lock was stuck, so we sat outside taking pictures and gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20018.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dionne, you dared me to put this pic, so here it is! Heh Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20021.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom fetched. Dinner at Godma's. Homeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie got my sis and I these mouth-watering chocolates from Royce.&lt;br /&gt;Its bitter! My fav. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/11Feb%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/11Feb%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to end off and get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Nighty Nights! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on studying mood the whole day when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like V Day will be spent studying too. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113967803575860057?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113967803575860057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113967803575860057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113967803575860057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113967803575860057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-dionne-d.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIONNE! :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113864358370430787</id><published>2006-01-31T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:56:58.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew on your AMath textbk.</title><content type='html'>Went to dad's sis's hse today for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I was eating so much tidbits there. Lots and lots of chocolates. Baci, Ferrero Rocher.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle has this Chinese tea set and I found it very interesting. Ha. They have this tray specially for collecting the tea that spills out of the cup while pouring the tea into them. The tray costs $100plus pls. I find it ridiculous la. Haha. He has numerous types of tea leaves and flowers. Whoa, I never knew there were so many kinds. Ranging from the really expensive to the types that can last for up to 50 years. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and started practising AMath questions to prepare myself for the test. I really do feel like eating up the textbook sometimes. Haha. The radio kept me company. I wouldn't know what to do w/o it. Heh. I think Don &amp;amp; Drew from 987fm are very lame. Omgggg. Lol. Their CNY song - HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's bro's hse for Indian dinner tmrw. Why Indian, its because my aunt ain't Chinese. (: Pretty fun to have another race in the family. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ATTACK OF DFC'S PRESIDENTS! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the President of Dionne FanClub, and I officially declare I'm gonna &lt;strong&gt;ruin&lt;/strong&gt; its reputation. I don't care whether Dionne's is going to fire me because I'm the PRESIDENT! Lol. I have the full control over it. Fankeh, if you're reading this, lets work together and destroy it! :D Because Dionne wanted to squeeze your seeds out. How mean is that la. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is so lame okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to more practising of AMath questions. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113864358370430787?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113864358370430787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113864358370430787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113864358370430787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113864358370430787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/01/chew-on-your-amath-textbk.html' title='Chew on your AMath textbk.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113851465818238898</id><published>2006-01-29T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:57:31.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; New &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Year&lt;/span&gt; to all! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried this handwriting analysis thing from Charlotte's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Handwriting Analysis" src="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/generated/20060129/J9f4QxBCmu.jpg" width="250" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of your analysis say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.&lt;br /&gt;You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones.&lt;br /&gt;You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented.&lt;br /&gt;You are not very reserved, impatient, self-confident and fond of action.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;What does your handwriting say about YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not very reserved.&lt;/em&gt; ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm impatient&lt;/em&gt;. Very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm self-confident.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm fond of action&lt;/em&gt;. Fighting? Using a lot of hand gestures? Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113851465818238898?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113851465818238898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113851465818238898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113851465818238898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113851465818238898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny.html' title='CNY.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113838236154987005</id><published>2006-01-27T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T01:41:55.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Nuts.</title><content type='html'>School is driving me nuts pls. I'm going to sit down and study during my free time this cny holidays. I've not been really listening in class, falling asleep during some lessons. Failed my EMath test, really badly. Arghh. Its time to wake up. MUST MUST rmb there is AMath test on Wed. Totally forgot about it till I read my classmate's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tournament's on Friday? So fast. Heh. It'll end very quickly too. 4 schools in this zone to compete with only. Ha. Dri-fit shirt is actually quite ugly, but I'm still looking forward to wearing it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball was so fun! Scream, whack, kick. Did skipping and some other exercises. No more PE lessons for me for the next two weeks. ): Chem's killing me. Practicals, oh Practicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;3A2 won the class theme competition! :D And we got the highest score in the whole school. I'm so proud of our class. :D Heh. Check out &lt;a href="http://myponders.diary-x.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maryanne's blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the pics. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look disgusting in the passport photo we took. I looked like I wanted to burst out laughing or smth. I'm gonna take a proper one outside. Argh. Miss Kang said that it was very funny when she pass Fankeh and me our photos. What the... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw my sis is not taking care of her fishes.&lt;br /&gt;A fish tank once filled with 7 fishes is now left with 3 after one week.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No buildings will fall down&lt;br /&gt;No quake will split the ground&lt;br /&gt;The sun won't swallow the sky&lt;br /&gt;Statues will not cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113838236154987005?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113838236154987005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113838236154987005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113838236154987005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113838236154987005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/01/eating-nuts.html' title='Eating Nuts.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113784672636446600</id><published>2006-01-21T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:34:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving You. :D</title><content type='html'>Whatever that happened this week felt like it happened last week? It had been a long and busy school week. Everybody was rushing through the class deco and banner, and we worked as a class to finish up everything. :D I'm loving my class more and more each day. (: Hopefully, everybody will mix ard more and we'll be a strong and united class! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was pretty good. (: Diorenanny! Bought quite a number of stuff for Vday. I know its early. Ha. But I won't have the time to do so next mth when my week starts to get packed. Pizza Hut for lasagne. Had a great time. :D Thanks Dearies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinching under the arm (it sounds sick? Haha) is like the new thing among my friends to keep somone awake. Dionne and Renee are such bullies pls. They pinch me so hard and they won't let go. Owww. I get Jessica to pinch me during lessons when I'm starting to fall asleep, and it works! Heh. Don't tell me you're tired, or I'll pinch you. Hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got me the Nokia 7360 ytd. :D The coffee brown one. Ahh, I love staring at it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended trng for 1 hour, then off for the Mentors' Meeting. We did nth for 1 hour because our great grp leader, Amanda Chew Qian Yi overslept and reached school at 11plus. Jensen was late too. Planned the project and I think we're gonna have a lot of fun doing it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/Jan%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/Jan%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/Jan%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/Jan%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/Jan%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/Jan%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball with DebbieH, Twicia(Tricia), Amanda, Carolyn, Jensen and another mentor for awhile. Left after 10 mins. Met Yuting outside, sat down and talked till our moms came. Lunch and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework homework.&lt;br /&gt;EMath test on Mon. ):&lt;br /&gt;Trng on Tues. ): Bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113784672636446600?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113784672636446600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113784672636446600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113784672636446600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113784672636446600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/01/loving-you-d.html' title='Loving You. :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113697693749569557</id><published>2006-01-13T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T21:24:08.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits, oh Fruits! :D</title><content type='html'>I didn't even know it was Friday the 13th till I heard the DJs discussing about it on the radio this morning. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another school week is over. This weekend I'm stuck with lotsa homework. There is training tmrw too. I'm starting to dread everything - school, training. I shall look on the brighter side. (((((: I get to see my lovely class, lovely friends, have trainings with my lovely team-mates, all the oh-so-lovely things. Haha. I'm being really crappy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some stuff planned up and I'm pretty excited. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During PE today, Joanne and Tricia made me laugh like crap. Hahaha. Their reactions still keep replaying in my mind. Lol. We played poison ball and our grp lost all the games except one. Hur. As the time passes, I'm getting used to my class and I'm starting to love them. (: Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not grow during the whole of last year. Took our height and weight ytd and I'm still stuck at 159. Argh. I'll try skipping and every other thing to make me grow taller. I must, I must! I'm starting to get my appetite back again, and I have been munching on unhealthy food when I'm hungry. Sickening pimples! I think my body's very &lt;em&gt;heaty. &lt;/em&gt;Breakouts after breakouts. My face condition was better last year. ): I'm going to watch my diet... It never happens when I say that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/nokia7360amber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/nokia7360amber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/nokia7360brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/nokia7360brown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia 7360!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get this phone. Its such an eyecandy, for the designs. The materials they used to make the phone makes it more attractive laaa. Hahaha. I saw it last year but it caught my eye recently when I was reading the newspapers. The price they advertised was $198 including contract, I got very excited pls. Then I wenta Singtel to check it out, the price was actually $398. Damnit. Mom wants me to wait for the price to drop. Not really desperate for it though, so maybe I'll look out for smth nicer and bug my parents for it as an early bday present. :D Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 2005. Where are you? ):&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch the 9 o'clock show now, have my dinner and try ta start on some work.&lt;br /&gt;What am I having for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Chips.&lt;br /&gt;Unhealthy food, again.&lt;br /&gt;Fruits shall neutralise it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;What logic pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113697693749569557?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113697693749569557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113697693749569557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113697693749569557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113697693749569557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/01/fruits-oh-fruits-d.html' title='Fruits, oh Fruits! :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113682785802980514</id><published>2006-01-10T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:34:03.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>The first week of school was pretty fine. Its back to another week of school. And a public holiday is just right here. YAY. Haa. I'm gonna be a good kid and revise my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with Chinese lessons now! Hur. Mrs Ding rocks pls. She cracks us up, a lot a lot. Chinese seems to be so entertaining. :D If you wanted to know, I hated Chinese last year. Haha. One more good thing during Chinese lessons is that Dionne and Renee are in the same class as me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/040405%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/040405%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANNY&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Its so fun chatting with Ren and Dionne. Gave them a long speech just now on msn. Haha. I wasn't really in a good mood and they placed a smile on my face. I just wanna give them a kiss each. [: This pic was taken really long ago, okay maybe not so long but it was during 04Apr05 during Art lesson. I miss those times. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of the clique, you guys know who you are, just wanna say Thanks for everything. Haha. I miss those times with you guys too. Ahh, I don't wanna elaborate. Will continue my long story some other time. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever. When something good is happening, something bad comes along. I can't accept that fact. It happens all the time, anywhere, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls don't make a conclusion when you did not even hear my explanation. I'm not going to say much. You should know what kinda person I am, its not like you just got to know me. Cmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many contradictions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired not because of one. Its two, three, four and five. Everything is getting me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep my &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; thoughts away. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113682785802980514?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113682785802980514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113682785802980514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113682785802980514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113682785802980514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/01/lovely-thoughts.html' title='Lovely Thoughts.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113614974965811917</id><published>2006-01-02T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T05:13:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#$%$#^$$@ printer.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm finally blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, wishing everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here updating partly because Charlotte has been bugging me to upload the last clique outing pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with some peeps earlier on, maybe I'm looking forward to school.. Nah I don't think so, the I-don't-want-to-go-back-to-school feeling is still there. 2 mths not wearing the school uniform, school shoes plus the ever-so-high school socks, I think its gonna be weird putting them on again. We are back to the mundane routine. I have to wake up at 5.40 rather than 6, 20 mins earlier for the rest of the year because my sis's in the morning session. I shall sleep in the car on the way to school every morning then. One way to make use of time. Heh. I shall take school as something pretty exciting, filled with &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; surprises. Ugh. Take changes as challenges, not a threat. Look on the brighter side of life, and be happy. (; Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the pics taken during our clique outing(8 out of 10 peeps only. Tsk.) on December the 9th. There are more pics, but here's some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/dec%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/dec%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/dec%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/dec%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/dec%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/dec%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faces blocked.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/dec%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/dec%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just finished typing out the Commonwealth Essay. My damn printer is giving me so much problems. Been sitting in front of the com for the past half an hour trying to make it print, thats why I rather blog than rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/dec%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/dec%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nice little brownie CommaHead made for me for Christmas. :D I like the little snowman. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was pretty long ago, just have nothing better to do now. So I'm just typing whatever I feel like typing out. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimpy has made me want to strangle him nowadays. Who's playing this year, we don't know. Training = no training. It has been like that for the last few trainings. I have lost my motivation and determination. I can say I'm about to give up training if Kimpy continues to make our trainings fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not gonna wait for my sickening printer anymore. Its 5AM pls.&lt;br /&gt;#@$%^$@#$% printer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113614974965811917?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113614974965811917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113614974965811917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113614974965811917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113614974965811917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2006/01/printer.html' title='#$%$#^$$@ printer.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113553883748478765</id><published>2005-12-26T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T03:32:58.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Loh.</title><content type='html'>I have not been updating my blog regularly, so I might just let it rot till I feel like blogging again. Christmas was just spent with fam. Nothing much.. Wenta Mobil after dinner and spent $40plus on ice-cream. Got RockyRoad ice-cream again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haveta upload/post the previous clique's outing pics. I shall do that another day. Right now, I just wanna go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week to 2006. New class, new atmosphere, new level. Not really looking forward to it. Left with 2 mag articles reviews, to edit Commonwealth essay and Chinese compo. I shall sit down and try to finish them tmrw. However the google box is such a big distraction. Haha. I shall exercise self-control. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smth to look forward this coming week, or rather this week. That is, Sec4 Farewell. (: My Godma has decided to cancel her Malaysia trip so she is cooking her spaghetti for me to bring to the farewell. Yayy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, shall end off here.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113553883748478765?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113553883748478765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113553883748478765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113553883748478765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113553883748478765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/12/la-loh.html' title='La Loh.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113466960454193291</id><published>2005-12-15T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T02:09:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wristwork.</title><content type='html'>Training was kinda horrible today. I was feeling so exasperated. 17 ppl, including the p6s playing on 3 tables, so we played cross-table the whole time and the hall was so warm and humid. Some doubles match later. Partnered Tangqian. I learnt smth valuable from her! :D Ha. And that is wristwork for services. Never really thought about it all the time, till now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw.. during this week's Tuesday's trng, Candice was trying out her spin&lt;em&gt;ny&lt;/em&gt; service and when I wenta receive that shot I kinda smacked my knuckles on the table. I realised it still hurts now. Argh. Candice, if you're reading this I really think you should train on it, and use it on Kimmie! :D Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had this video filming thing today, Kimpy saying Happy New Year to Spore. We just stood there and smiled or stoned for about 15 secs? Haha. We'll be on tv on New Year's Eve from 8pm-12am. I think I'll rot in front of the google box and start getting &lt;em&gt;ji dong&lt;/em&gt; when I see our faces on the screen. Lol. The filming was less than 10 mins and the crew was 40 mins late. Tskkk. Sadly, Jillian wasn't able to turn up for the filming because of her church camp. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 0107AM now and I'm still blogging. I'm doing research on colours for the Commonwealth essay, chatting, playing online games while blogging. Just ended my conversation with AmandaChew online. That lame person. Lol. We were discussing about out peerlite grp, Goal-Diggers. :D I miss you guys man! I doubt any of you will read this anw. Tsk. I'm so happy we are gonna do a community project together! Hahaha. A community project is gonna take up so much time.. Stress stress stress. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hungry again. Have a sudden craving for ice-cream now. Just any brand, any flavour.. My freezer ran out of ice-cream for about a mth, I think I should ask my mom to buy some. About 4 tubs would be great. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom stresses on the number of days left before sch starts, &lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;/strong&gt;. She is like a live countdown timer. Lol. Repeatedly reminding me to do my homework, study study study. I think her nagging really helps la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is kinda dead, I know. Haha. Too lazy to update and I'm running out of time. Time and tide waits for no man..&lt;br /&gt;Anw, goodnight! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113466960454193291?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113466960454193291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113466960454193291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113466960454193291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113466960454193291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/12/wristwork.html' title='Wristwork.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113405597214535302</id><published>2005-12-08T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:46:50.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stranger. (;</title><content type='html'>Stayed up till 3+ this early morning. Was watching Frankenstein on the Hallmark channel. Kinda creepy but somehow I pitied Frankenstein and stuff. Tragedic show? Kind of. Didn't manage to stay up to watch the show finish, was feeling tired and had ta wake up in 8 hrs time for trng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met RachKoh, Candice and Twin for lunch before trng at Heartland. Yoshinoya. Our Sec2s' new fav song: My Humps by BEP. Haha. During this time last year we were crazy over Just Lose It by Eminem. I have been in an 'off form' recently.. Bad bad bad. Argh. I shall do smth about it, I can't go on producing horrible results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just three more weeks...&lt;br /&gt;Just three more weeks before 2005 ends, and school starts! -SCREAMS &amp;amp; AND RUNS IN CIRCLES. Hahaha. I shall stop procrastinating and start doing my freaking holiday homework. ARGH ARGH ARGH. Plus there is the Commonwealth Essay. Tskkkkkk. It also means competition is nearing. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Liar liar, pants for hire' - That is what Patrick said to Spongebob. Haha. It reminded me of my sis in the earlier part of the year when she went round telling everybody 'liar liar, chase the fire'. Omg. And I followed what she said and wenta tell everybody that too. I think Dionne was one of them that corrected me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off now, to do some homework. Sighhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113405597214535302?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113405597214535302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113405597214535302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113405597214535302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113405597214535302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-stranger.html' title='My Stranger. (;'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113362732851973168</id><published>2005-12-03T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T00:44:25.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A green frog :D</title><content type='html'>The Green Frog song is damn cute okay. Hahaha. Paddy would know what it is, for she sang it for me and I recorded it without her knowledge. Lol. She had sore throat and her voice was cracking away but she sounded like some small little girl singing can. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw wenta collect Dad's Race Entry Pack at Suntec for him. He isn't feeling well so he won't be participating in the Standard Chartered Marathon tmrw. After looking at some of the catalogues, I felt like participating in it. Haha. Not the full 42+ km marathon, but maybe the quarter or team's one. Hmm. I'll think about it but before that I haveta train my stamina, it really sucks. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/-%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/-%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cake is good! Chocolate Mousse. (: Rich, creamy chocolate, really sinful. Hur. Bought it from Pan Pacific hotel. I give it the thumbs up! :D And if you're trying to count the number of candles, my dad is 46 years old. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to scan in the class tee because Charlotte wanted me to but since I was wearing it, I decided to take a pic instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/-%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/-%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing M, and can you pls look at the sleeves. I had ta fold it up like so many times. Everybody got the sizes mixed up and I know some peeps ordered L. I wonder how you guys are gonna wear it. Nightgown? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne is irritating the hell out of me. Nudging me non-stop as in really non-stop. Just nudge nudge nudge nudge nudge. Can't stand the linglingling sound. ARGHH. And she got me addicted to the 'That's So Raven Pinball'. If you watch Disney Channel, you will know a show called 'That's So Raven' exists - the psychic teen. Hahaha. Give it a try! :D &lt;a href="http://psc.disney.go.com/disneychannel/thatssoraven/games/pinball/index.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Click&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today!&lt;br /&gt;Outta here..&lt;br /&gt;:D xD ;D (: (x (; [: [x [;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113362732851973168?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113362732851973168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113362732851973168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113362732851973168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113362732851973168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/12/green-frog-d.html' title='A green frog :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113345821628507898</id><published>2005-12-02T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T03:00:10.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT UP. SHUT UP.</title><content type='html'>#$%!@#&amp;(^%^&amp;amp;*#$(&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Outrageous Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/shocked.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minnie Skurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/"&gt;Outrageous Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I just did it for fun.&lt;br /&gt;But what a name for me la. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ripped this off from Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What have you been doing these past few days?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trng trng trng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Last movie you watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Sky High. Its time I should start catching other movies. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Favorite song/s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion. :D &lt;em&gt;Freakk&lt;/em&gt; sent it to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What are you planning to do this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Planning to sleep through it. Haha. I'm lacking of sleep. Trng's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you smoke?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Any people in love with you right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My sister la. Haha. She loves me so much that she enjoys irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Do you prefer SMS or talking on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I prefer talking on the phone. You get to hear the person's voice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Am I? Yes? No? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What are you doing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Talking on the phone, rotting on the com, listening to music from the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. When was the last time you received a text msg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Just a second ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Ten words that fit you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I want to see everybody now now now now now. ( I added so many 'now's to make up the ten words. Hahaha. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Name your best friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- The Big Group la. (: Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. One person you want to spend the rest of your life with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I don't know? I'll live alone laa. So sad.. Haha. Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What were you doing before this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Replying a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What are you thinking now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have no idea. Too many stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Talked on the phone, messaged till I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What did you last say to a friend last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Goodnight? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What attracts you to a girl/guy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm. Their personality and behaviour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Spending time with the ppl I love. (: Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Shirt and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What do you want to tell someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I'm hungry. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- 20th May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. When is your crush's birthday&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;- I do not have a crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. When did you last smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Just. Haha. Smiling at the com because of Bird. She is talking nonsense online, again. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trng till next tues.&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;A break from the three trngs.&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep till the late afternoon. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;If you are thinking why shouldn't I just skip trng, I can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna work hard for next year la.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered our tees for next year ytd.&lt;br /&gt;One red, one black.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad not bad. :D&lt;br /&gt;We got kinda hyper after eating some bananas Kimpy gave us which was from MrsHan.&lt;br /&gt;Now I think bananas are very nice to eat. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think dirty pls. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing neopets for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;My sis got me interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to sleep though but I should still get off.&lt;br /&gt;Nighty nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far across the distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And spaces between us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113345821628507898?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113345821628507898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113345821628507898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113345821628507898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113345821628507898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/12/shut-up-shut-up.html' title='SHUT UP. SHUT UP.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113328789357546556</id><published>2005-11-30T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T02:15:56.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moodswinging Moodswings.</title><content type='html'>Moodswinging moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;Making me think too much, making me feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Backache from sitting in front of the com too long, again.&lt;br /&gt;Trngs three days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, today, tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Tired shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I'll scan in the class tee when I'm free since Charlotte the Marlotte is so eager to see it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go off to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;Lalalaaaaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113328789357546556?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113328789357546556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113328789357546556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113328789357546556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113328789357546556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/11/moodswinging-moodswings.html' title='Moodswinging Moodswings.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113320275967167216</id><published>2005-11-29T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T02:39:36.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohums.</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging for the sake of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Just updating my rotting blog.&lt;br /&gt;Blahhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so lazy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So how's life now?&lt;br /&gt;Fine..&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm trying to answer my own questions.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to do a new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Came over some pics while browsing some outdated magazines I found under my coffee table today, and had a sudden inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I must have inspirations before I can do blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;I still owe some others theirs. Oops. =x&lt;br /&gt;Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do them soon when I'm inspired by smth again. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding all the class tees now.&lt;br /&gt;Those that ordered, can you pls contact Jessica or me.&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet you in sch some day that you are going and we are too.&lt;br /&gt;They cost $13 each.&lt;br /&gt;The class name and motto are almost the same colour as the tee, and I don't know why it turned out that way.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have just put them as black rather than light purple.&lt;br /&gt;But you guys wanted that colour, you see.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its all printed anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backache for sitting in front of the com for too long again.&lt;br /&gt;Trng in 11 hours and 42 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Hur. I'm too free to bother to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113320275967167216?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113320275967167216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113320275967167216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113320275967167216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113320275967167216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/11/hohums.html' title='Hohums.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113285224902611598</id><published>2005-11-25T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:17:11.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You too much.</title><content type='html'>I have been very lazy to blog recently. Haa. Or rather too busy la.&lt;br /&gt;Trainings 3 days consecutively is killing us. Muscle aches everywhere. Hur. I'm yawning non-stop while typing this. Came online because &lt;em&gt;SOMEBODY'S Freakk&lt;/em&gt; wanted me to. I'm trying to do the Lit holiday homework now. Its some research on Macbeth right? The content on the websites are making me sleepy. I guess I'm in no mood to read. I'm looking at images of some singers and actresses instead. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/LindsayLohan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/LindsayLohan.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Came across some Linday Lohan pictures. I seriously think she should put on some weight. OMG. Look at her pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I forgot what I wanted to blog. Arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;Outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113285224902611598?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113285224902611598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113285224902611598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113285224902611598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113285224902611598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-miss-you-too-much.html' title='I Miss You too much.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113237210076404584</id><published>2005-11-19T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:50:02.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/todaynews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/todaynews.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is from &lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/pdf_mid.asp?id=1911NLW008&amp;pubdate=20051119&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;publication=TODAY&amp;sp=0"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today online&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can also see it from the normal Today newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is very amusing. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the words written on the board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bird Flu: Its your fault. Go vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://goveg.com"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GoVeg.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is such an interesting website. Lol. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;There is smth about boycotting KFC also.&lt;br /&gt;Being a vegetarian isn't really a bad thing..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should think about it eh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But nah, I can't do it. =x&lt;br /&gt;Meat is just too delicious. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about chickens, I can't wait for &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/chickenlittle/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chicken Little&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to open.&lt;br /&gt;Its soooo cute. Omg. Especially Fish Out Of Water. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/animatedfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/animatedfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody go ORHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Bossini is selling Chicken Little's tees.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get the Fish Out of Water one. (;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;It is just tooo adorable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/chickenlittle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/chickenlittle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all too cute. Haaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113237210076404584?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113237210076404584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113237210076404584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113237210076404584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113237210076404584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/11/chickens.html' title='Chickens...'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113233431802745807</id><published>2005-11-19T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T01:34:29.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Retarded Distraction. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Just finished doing Dory's blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;I must tell you she is much much much fussier than Dionne.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I changed her blogskin 4 times okay.&lt;br /&gt;And during that time, she tried to find her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;She slammed down the phone on me and went to call it.&lt;br /&gt;In the end it was in her dad's car and something happened that made me laugh like crap.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;She said she hadta close the gate if not a&lt;strong&gt; BURGER&lt;/strong&gt; will come in.&lt;br /&gt;And she said it in such a calm manner that made in funny.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, maybe it ain't that la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw about the pic I wanted to post, yep, its here. HaHaA.&lt;br /&gt;Dory gave me a duck(chick pea) last time because she says it resembles me,&lt;br /&gt;I think its more like the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;I took the picture of the duck(chick pea), she took the other herself.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to put them together! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/chickpeandory.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/chickpeandory.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look so alike right? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for todayyy.&lt;br /&gt;Its time ta sleep. My sore throat is getting better! Yay! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I can start eating all the nonsense again. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna put on some weight during the hols. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I like Madonna's Hung Up.&lt;br /&gt;I like the dance beat and the lyrics are kinda interesting? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every little thing that you say or do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hung up&lt;br /&gt;I'm hung up on you&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your call&lt;br /&gt;Baby night and day&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of waiting on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are kinda repeated though.&lt;br /&gt;But it gets me movingggg. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to get her cd. Dad likes it too.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe he should get it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Peepsos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My retarded distraction. ((((: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113233431802745807?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113233431802745807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113233431802745807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113233431802745807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113233431802745807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-retarded-distraction-3.html' title='My Retarded Distraction. &lt;3'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113220414430742988</id><published>2005-11-17T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T15:58:54.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To care or not to care.</title><content type='html'>Came back from camp ytd. One word for it, is Great. :D Haaa. Had a really fun time with my group mates - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goal-diggers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! I love our grp name. (; NACLI somehow feels like a resort rather than a campsite - Air-conditioned rooms with attached bathrooms. Sounds too good to be true. Ha, but it was. Am too lazy to elaborate on the camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave trng a miss today because I had a very bad sore throat and was feeling too lethargic. It pains me to skip training now. Got the sore throat after the camp partly because I did not take enough water. ): Can't eat chips and junkfood for the moment. Arghhh. Shoots, I'm starting to get a headache nowwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry and I'm fustrated. I'm just not too happy. Pms-ing? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a pile of hw and I have not started on any. Whats the date today? The 17th of November. One and a half mth more to go but time really flies, so I should get my butt movinggg. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To care or not to care?&lt;br /&gt;To bother or not to bother?&lt;br /&gt;I will not care and will not bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113220414430742988?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113220414430742988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113220414430742988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113220414430742988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113220414430742988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-care-or-not-to-care.html' title='To care or not to care.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113187996228878095</id><published>2005-11-13T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T19:06:02.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll miss you.</title><content type='html'>My blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be bothered to update.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Off for camp tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I'm not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;3D2N not able to contact anybody. ):&lt;br /&gt;One good thing is that I'll be seeing Amandal, Jillian and my grp mates there too. (;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to start packing my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post a pic here but couldn't find it, so I'll post it when I'm back from the camp. I'm sure Dory will be shocked when she sees it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swensens for dinner. Grilled sambal salmon again. :D Ha, my fav. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113187996228878095?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113187996228878095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113187996228878095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113187996228878095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113187996228878095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/11/ill-miss-you.html' title='I&apos;ll miss you.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113109955156106264</id><published>2005-11-05T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:03:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clique Bbq</title><content type='html'>Clique bbq 2 days ago. Wanted to update but was feeling lazy. Ha. So we met at 2 outside Kovan NTUC to buy the stuff that we needed. Bus to Amandal's house. Were suppose to set up the fire, but we didn't, instead we lazed ard the pool and got ourselves wet. Bird came later. I was pulled into the pool by Dory and got my shirt wet. Wthhh. I can't swim for nuts. We took a really long time to set up the fire. Ate a satay and sausage before I left. Quite pathetic. Haha. Left at 7. I'm summarising everything cause I'm in no mood to blog. =x Some pics we took that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video. You can see Dionne acting like a retard, then Dory coming in to show off. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.jusspress.com/videolink.php?userid=12687&amp;currentDate=20051103&amp;amp;currentTime=171112" frameborder="0" width="320" scrolling="no" height="310"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jusspress.com/"&gt;Upload Video at JussPress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wenta this Prima Revolving Tower Restaurant for Mom's birthday dinner. From the name you can see that the restaurant is revolving. Haha. The view there was beautiful. Singapore's night life. Food was so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. I'm rotting at home now. Suppose to do Dionney's blogskin but I don't have the pics she wants to use, so I can't do it. &lt;em&gt;Dionne, its your problem now, not mine. Hur.&lt;/em&gt; Had a sudden inspiration to do a blogskin last night, so stayed up till 4 doing it. :/ Woke up at 12+. Made &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Freakk&lt;/em&gt; wait for my phoncecall. Oops, sorry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Swensen's sambal salmon is really good. Omg. Ate it last night, and I'm craving for it now. Somehow the salmon reminds me of Bird. Lol. When we were at NTUC shopping for stuff for the bbq, she kept insisting she must have salmon. Hahaha. That childish annoying Bird the Banana. Hurhur. She was online last night till 3+ doing &lt;em&gt;suck-up-to-you&lt;/em&gt; quizzes and playing games. Blehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I have not eaten my lunch. Haa. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113109955156106264?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113109955156106264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113109955156106264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113109955156106264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113109955156106264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/11/clique-bbq.html' title='Clique Bbq'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113069310602837445</id><published>2005-10-31T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:49:54.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU BIRD BANANA! :D</title><content type='html'>Have been chatting with Bird Banana (Bird the Banana/Banana the Bird) for the last one over hour. Long time since I had a long chat with her. Hahaha. She is very entertaining and annoying at the same time. Lol. Look at one part of our convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRDDEH; SUANN YOU SNOW SHOW YOURE SO SICK says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also like to annoy you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRDDEH; SUANN YOU SNOW SHOW YOURE SO SICK says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but i dont like playing with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRDDEH; SUANN YOU SNOW SHOW YOURE SO SICK says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;GO AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuAnn; Give or Take. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;play what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuAnn; Give or Take. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;CHILDISH FREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuAnn; Give or Take. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRDDEH; SUANN YOU SNOW SHOW YOURE SO SICK says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuAnn; Give or Take. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT FRIEND YOU ALR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuAnn; Give or Take. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRDDEH; SUANN YOU SNOW SHOW YOURE SO SICK says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;FINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRDDEH; SUANN YOU SNOW SHOW YOURE SO SICK says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME BACK MY THINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuAnn; Give or Take. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuAnn; Give or Take. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuAnn; Give or Take. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, i want to friend you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuAnn; Give or Take. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets be best friends okay? -speaks in innocent tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRDDEH; SUANN YOU SNOW SHOW YOURE SO SICK says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okay we can be best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuAnn; Give or Take. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRDDEH; SUANN YOU SNOW SHOW YOURE SO SICK says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-nods head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRDDEH; SUANN YOU SNOW SHOW YOURE SO SICK says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you we were acting like Kindergarden kids. Hahaha. We were being damn sick also. Because of my chat with her, I didn't work on the note for Renaa and her. Tsk. Hur. I will miss you loads la. No more seeing you ard in my class talking nonsense. ): Why are you talking about our class now? Makes me feel like crying. And I have trng at 9 tmrw. Rahhh. Talking to &lt;em&gt;Freakk &lt;/em&gt;too. I have less than 8 hours sleep. Those two just distract me from my sleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw went for dinner with family. My dad was being out of point. This is the convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I have a flu.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I have an underwear.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are being very out of point.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Then U-turn la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Doesn't make sense &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt; okay. I just know I have a dad that says he is 18 when asked what his age is. He just woke up from a nightmare. He was shouting la. He said there was a flood and somebody wanted to kick his car. Righttt. Weird father I have. Tskkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off ta sleep now. And I just can't end the convo with Bird. She just won't stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like training. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw if you wonder why Bird is put in &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;, its because purple is an international gay colour, so get what I mean. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113069310602837445?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113069310602837445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113069310602837445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113069310602837445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113069310602837445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-miss-you-bird-banana-d.html' title='I MISS YOU BIRD BANANA! :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113057346550704576</id><published>2005-10-29T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T16:18:26.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos. Lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;17 Oct 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.jusspress.com/videolink.php?userid=12687&amp;currentDate=20051017&amp;amp;currentTime=105324" frameborder="0" width="320" scrolling="no" height="310"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jusspress.com/"&gt;Upload Video at JussPress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;The two highly spastic prefects. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21 Oct 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.jusspress.com/videolink.php?userid=12687&amp;currentDate=20051021&amp;amp;currentTime=130538" frameborder="0" width="320" scrolling="no" height="310"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jusspress.com/"&gt;Upload Video at JussPress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;They were having an ohm-ing competition, see who could ohm the longest. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;28 Oct 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src=http://www.jusspress.com/videolink.php?userid=12687&amp;currentDate=20051028&amp;currentTime=091744 width=320 height=310 frameborder=0 scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br \&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.jusspress.com/&gt;Upload Video at JussPress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;'For good times and bad times, I'll be on your side forever for. Thats what friends are for.' (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watching the many videos I took of you guys, I can't help but start tearing. Hmm. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113057346550704576?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113057346550704576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113057346550704576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113057346550704576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113057346550704576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/videos-lol.html' title='Videos. Lol.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113052747629398444</id><published>2005-10-28T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:23:44.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherished Memories.</title><content type='html'>Its the end of the final term for the year. Sec3s next year. How fast. It is gonna be more challenging according to the teachers. Great great great. &lt;em&gt;Watch me struggle and sink down man&lt;/em&gt;. Not prepared to take the pressure from my new class. Got out report books today (at 2.10). School ends at 145 la. Edna just wanted to wait for everyone to pay their library fines and get back to class before giving us our report books. Sadly I'm not in the same class as anybody in the clique. Just hope Amandal's appeal get accepted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I dropped the frame Veronica gave us. And it broke. I almost wanted to cry. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said today there will be thank-you notes, here are they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2B3 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A class filled with weird and interesting ppl. I have sure learnt much from you guys. We have gone through a lot, like when we were under CindyTeo. Everytime our classroom had to be squeaky clean - blackboard must not have any chalk dust, no trace of dust on the floor. We have never been quite united, never able to settle anything like our class tee. Because of you guys, I can tolerate things easily now. Haha. Many of you are really thoughtful and helpful ppl and I'm glad I got ta know you guys. (: EdnaMode hates us so much. We are just a noisy bunch of ppl. CindyTeo couldn't stand us also. Lol. I think any teacher that comes under us must be very friendly like Vanitha, then we will be &lt;em&gt;guai. &lt;/em&gt;Our whole class has split into different classes. I hope at least 3/4 of our class will turn up for the ClassOuting, that is if you guys want one. Anw I wanna thank this class of mine. Till today I still do not regret not studying for PSLE. Haha. I will miss the whacky times we had together.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you 2B3. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scanned in the class photo. Do save them if you all want. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/classphoto.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/400/classphoto.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Clique; The Big Group :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are one of the reasons why I look forward to school everyday. Now I'm separated from all of you, abandoned in a class, alone w/o any of you all. ): I have spent the last 2 over hours working on a collage. Hope you guys like it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/cliquecollage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/400/cliquecollage.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amandal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton. (: Hahaha. Noisy as can be. I want to thank you firstly for supporting me always, helping me in certain ways (; . Secondly, thanks for indirectly making me choose option4. Thanks for also always listening. (: One great bud. Stickysticky la. We stick to one another like glueeee. Lol. If your appeal does not get accepted, I'm sure to be really disappointed. But if it really doesn't, I think you will enjoy being in your class with Dionne and Renee. Take care and continue going crazy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubby cheeks/toilet partner/Pottydolly! xD I will miss going to the toilet with you, continuously touching your hair and cheeks. LOL. You have been a great friend I must say. I just love your company. (: We knew one another in P1 but only till this year did we become closer. Thank you for listening and always being so supportive. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend! :D Haha. Knew you since P1 too. Though you always irritate the hell out of me, getting me so agitated, you have been a greeeat friend. (: Always there. Nothing would be boring w/o you ard. Full of nonsense. We could have ended up in same class, but sadly we didn't. Hope your classroom will be next to mine next year so I can pay regular visits to your class. Haha. I'll miss you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doralynn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duckface Bestie. (: I realised we quarrelled over nothing last year. Enemies for like one year. Ha. Got closer to you only during this Sep. Thanks for listening and making me get more worried everytime. Stop harassing ppl okay. Lol. Don't act angry alr laa. So annoying can. Hahaha. Your conscience, Dory the Fish sucks okay. &lt;em&gt;'Hello, this is Dory, who's that speaking.'&lt;/em&gt; ARGH. -Screams. I'll miss you too. ): I will call you regularly, you better do too ah.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first partner in Secondary School! :D I think we had a lot of fun in Sec1. You were so annoying. Hated and at the same time enjoyed sitting next to you. Dirty-minded freak. Always talking about out-of-point things. Haha. Stop sabo-ing me okay. Will miss your nonsense. (: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to roam ard sch last year with you. We gossiped about everything. Haha. I can get all the latest gossips from you. Lol. I still rmb we used to write letters. I still have them and will keep them. (: We are not very close now but I enjoy your company. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sick brain! Hahaha. You know I can't stand talking to you la. Lol. Anything you talk about will always link to &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. I'll get you a bottle of detergent to wash your brain okay. Haha. Where did you go after we got our report book? Tsk. Didn't even say a goodbye. You and Nicole. Aiyoo. I will miss your company and crappp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey my business partner! Haha. I enjoyed working with you for the art project and AlphaCamp tee. I will miss you loads. ): You are one very observant prefect. Haha. You know what I mean. Lol. Don't be so worried about this and that la, &lt;em&gt;xiao jie&lt;/em&gt;. I'll just be next door, I hope. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veronica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you will read this. You don't even surf the net la. Tsk. One shopaholic mann. Haha. I will miss talking to you about everything from Hollywood gossips to songs. You can always update me on the latest entertainment news. Ha. Sitting next to you for about one month was great ah, ex-sucker partner. Lol. I will miss going crazy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notes are kinda short. Wrote longer messages for you guys somewhere else where you all can keep it. (: Pls take care. Lets all try to attend every BigGroup outing we have and keep each other updated. I will miss every single one of you. LOVE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank &lt;strong&gt;Yingxiu&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Evon&lt;/strong&gt; too, for advising me on which combi I should choose. You guys did make a difference. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my &lt;strong&gt;great Mom&lt;/strong&gt; for nagging non-stop everyday, indirectly making me study. Haha. I wouldn't know what would happen to me without you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million thank yous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to scan in my P1 photo too. So here it is. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/classphotoP1-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/400/classphotoP1-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte is circled with the maroon one, the green one is Veronica and the red one is Dionne. If you see clearly, you can spot many others. Haha. Happy finding me! xP My P1 classmates, don't scream when you guys happen to see this. =x Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today. Its 325 AM. I have yet to finish the stuff for my clique. Tskk.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113052747629398444?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113052747629398444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113052747629398444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113052747629398444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113052747629398444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/cherished-memories.html' title='Cherished Memories.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113042845632857266</id><published>2005-10-27T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:14:12.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't leave me Big Group! Lol.</title><content type='html'>Last day of sch is just tmrw. How fast time flies. Last day with my class, last recess with my clique, last time sitting in my classroom laughing and talking, last day having EdnaMode nag at us (Yes! Lol.). Everything just seems too fast. Ytd just felt like it was first day of sch. How scary. All the memories with my (annoying =x) class are running through my head now. -Sobs. I shall save my tears for tmrw. Can't imagine if I have to go through another 2 years with sickening ppl. Not trying to insult or anything. But going through 2 years with 2B3, the class pisses me off whenever we can't decide on anything. So yeah, I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not finished doing the clique stuff. Sadly, I can't give them tmrw. So it will be next Wednesday. More clique outings, I demand! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall keep my speeches for tmrw. Thank-you notes for my classmates will be up too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many trngs during this hols. Arghh. &lt;em&gt;Training to win. Motivation motivation. &lt;/em&gt;LOL. No primary sch trngs for me man. N-OoOo. Btw Jillian and I &lt;strong&gt;ran&lt;/strong&gt; from the main hall to the EHall for about 3 times trying to find the nets today. Exhausting man. Anw MsLoh came ta try playing table-tennis. Shan't comment on anything. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am too tired to continue what happened today. Shall blog abt it tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic for you all to laugh at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/lala%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/lala%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess who? Its that lead actress that appeared in the latest video, sleeping on the tables. LOL. If you still can't figure out who she is, she is Dionne Hoe Shu Min, the ever childish one who watches all those kiddy shows. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: (: (: (: (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;Celine Dion - Because You Love Me,&lt;br /&gt;Its a nice song. (;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;em&gt;Freakk&lt;/em&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113042845632857266?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113042845632857266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113042845632857266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113042845632857266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113042845632857266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-leave-me-big-group-lol.html' title='Don&apos;t leave me Big Group! Lol.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113007549722352631</id><published>2005-10-23T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:01:25.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some pics taken on Thursday. Had a crazy and fun time with clique-o, wrapping ourselves with toilet paper to support Debbie, Diane and Shimun for the Chinese Singing Competition. Sadly, we didn't win anything. But I think we had a crazy and fun time together. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/%2705%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2B3's mascot, Dionne. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/%2705%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all mummy-fied. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics taken on Safari Day. Charlotte and Nicole didn't come. The rest of us dressed up as jungle ppl while Bird and Dory as trees. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/%2705%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dionne and her doll, Angeline aka Rabbit Face. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/%2705%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/%2705%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Denise the tiger and I. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/%2705%200811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us with Rajah's kids. They are so cute, especially her son. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/%2705%20076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow we look more like Greek goddesses than jungle ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/%2705%200751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuting and her dog, Chanel. I like to call it Crunch. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/%2705%200712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emeline and I. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113007549722352631?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113007549722352631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113007549722352631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113007549722352631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113007549722352631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/pics.html' title='Pics.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-113000077757736830</id><published>2005-10-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T23:56:56.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer Lite Training Camp :D</title><content type='html'>I just reached home from Peer Lite Training Camp. A 2day 1night one. Learnt how to conduct PC lessons. I'm exhausted and I'm hungry. Hur. Just ate two pieces of bread and cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was not bad. Group leaders, Wina and Jarelyn are really lameee. Lol. Our grp is called Thou, we are their Thou Sheeps and they are our Thou Shepherds. Rofl. We had an &lt;em&gt;eating competition&lt;/em&gt; at every meal. Yenlin, Joanne and I are always the first few that finish and the leaders, the last few. Haha. Went out to get our dinner today with a budget of $3 for each person, so we had $27 in total. Had to prepare a balanced meal. Bought burgers from Macs, bottles of green tea, bananas and oreos. The laughing gas was ard me. Lol. Couldn't stop laughing at anything everything. WTH. Overall, the camp was quite fun. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Spikyhead&lt;/em&gt; kept me company through the night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story. Julia was annoying as ever. Her head is so heavy. She agrees that there is nothing in there. Alrighttt. She saw things she shouldn't see. Lol. The cubicle had a freaking lizard. And you know, I can't stand those small little disgusting creatures, so I ran out, and blah blah blah! Haha. Not telling you what happened. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the pics from Thurs(Chinese Singing Competition) and Fri(SafariDay) another day. My mom is nagging like there is no tmrw now. Therefore this post is a short one. I'm feeling tired too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw check out Dionne's username:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE LOOOK AT MY HANDSOME BOYFREWN ILOVE HIM TO BITS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her personal message is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey boyfriend u are so hot that i melt i love ur body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds sick okay. The boyfriend she is refering to is the bus-driver in China. Lol. Sickooo. She says she has 10 boyfriends now. Such a flirt laa. HAHAHA. And I hate her Angeline doll. I call it Rabbit Face. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, goodnight! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls cheer up my dear TomatoHead! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-113000077757736830?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/113000077757736830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=113000077757736830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113000077757736830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/113000077757736830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/peer-lite-training-camp-d.html' title='Peer Lite Training Camp :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112964209784398133</id><published>2005-10-18T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:43:54.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When?</title><content type='html'>Had the Sec2 Subject Combination talk today. Hmm. I'm most likely going for option 8. Anyone choosing the same? Lol. Hur. Amandal is choosing the same option as me but we might not end up as classmates. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the Inter-class Netball match later. My group, which was my class's Group 1 lost to A2 by 1 ball. Anw it was a good game. (: Screamed our lungs out for the second group. Hmm. But they lost to B2. Everybody was tired and exhausted. Recess. And then some Jiangnan trip thing. Amandal was being way too enthusiastic and annoying. Disturbed the ppl ard her and acted like some swaku person. Tsk. There were stalls set up by the girls that went for the trip. Everybody was crowding ard each stall so we didn't manage to buy or see anything though we wenta disturb Bird and Yunzhen. Lol. Bird can't persuade ppl to buy things man. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended. Dropped Amandal and Veron. Went for lunch with Mom and Sulin. Oh, my so irritating sister. Headed to AngMoKio later to buy the cloth for SafariDay because Dionne and Renee couldn't get it from PS. Anw I got it at a much much cheaper price. Ha. Compass Point later to get some of the camp stuff for the Peer Lite Training Camp. Blah blah blah. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the OSCAR thing just now. Hur. The occupation that matches well with my interests and abilities is a &lt;strong&gt;curator&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;hairstylist&lt;/strong&gt;/reporter/journalist. Like what? I'm not interested in any of them and never even thought of becoming one. Lol. Decided to try it another time. This time I had no matching job. Tried again, and my occupation is an actuary. Its some thing that needs to have some good pass in advanced Math and it requires one to calculate this and that. So not my type. Hahaha. But it has a good pay. $2300? Yeah. Lol. But no, thats not my ambition. :/ More like on the marketing or personnel side. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that visits every hse to collect money for newspaper delivery, came earlier on and told me to study hard. Haha? Cause he says it is way much better to get an education and he doesn't have one and blahblah. Okay. I will take that advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doralynn irritated the hell out of me today. Lol. I know she is on cloud nine now. Hur. Eh, I want to be there also. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tmrw and on the following day. Argh. I shall be happy about it and think positively. &lt;em&gt;The reason we are training for so many days, is because we wanna do well next year - get into a freaking top 4 position and we can do it.&lt;/em&gt; Hur. Self-motivationnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bored la. Oh.. Yes, I forgot. There is one game that can save me from boredom temporarily. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;DaiPaiDong, here I come! :D Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112964209784398133?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112964209784398133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112964209784398133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112964209784398133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112964209784398133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/when.html' title='When?'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112947108268256490</id><published>2005-10-16T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:09:55.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not gonna wait for too long.</title><content type='html'>Lalalaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer, tv, radio and phone is what keeps me occupied everyday. I'm working on some stuff for my clique mates now. So far I have finished 3 only. Have some blogskins to do also. But I have no inspiration. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad kinda spoiled the pompom thing Dory gave me. Tsk. He was too rough with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tmrw. Argh. Kimpy, oh Kimpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still waiting...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112947108268256490?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112947108268256490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112947108268256490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112947108268256490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112947108268256490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-gonna-wait-for-too-long.html' title='Not gonna wait for too long.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112931384718835131</id><published>2005-10-14T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T02:27:02.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H-A-P-P-Y. :D</title><content type='html'>Founder's Day celebration at PLMC. School is 89 years old. Hurhur. Kimpy made us hold posters and scream for him. -covers face. I'm super embarrassed about it. Lol. Jingwen and I were covering our faces with the posters. Hahaha. Argh. Usual way of celebrating with singing, choir, handbell, blah blah. Shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Amandal and I waited for Paddy for 1 over hr for Primary Sch Founder's Day Celebration to end to go cut our hair.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; In the meantime, we had our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Cut my hair, Amandal trimmed hers, the auntie suggested Paddy not to cut hers.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Walked to HougangMall.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Boring boring boring.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Lingerie shops are known as obscene places for Paddy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; They left. Got an orangejuice and fries from Macs.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Mom fetched as usual. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep. Wanted to watch the Herbie dvd with sis. Woke up at 0730. Headed to CompassPoint. Got some stuff and a much needed printer. Home at 1030. Macs for dinner. Talked on the phone. Played DaiPaiDong again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yawns. I'm so tired. Lalalaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dissolve the nerves that have just begun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to Marvin all night long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the sound of my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop listening to the Always cd, the finest collection of timeless love songs. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-A-P-P-Y? :D Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more game of DaiPaiDong before I sleep. Hahaha. Addicted to that freaking game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112931384718835131?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112931384718835131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112931384718835131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112931384718835131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112931384718835131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/h-p-p-y-d.html' title='H-A-P-P-Y. :D'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112920352639173044</id><published>2005-10-13T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T20:07:27.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will forever treasure the moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.jusspress.com/videolink.php?userid=12687&amp;currentDate=20051013&amp;amp;currentTime=032128" frameborder="0" width="320" scrolling="no" height="310"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jusspress.com/"&gt;Upload Video at JussPress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This video is kinda blur. If you can't see, the main actress is Dionne. Lol. The supporting cast is Renee, Charlotte('s head) and Amandal('s hand). HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's inter class netball match was cancelled because of the rain. Had some shooting competition instead. Drizzle wouldn't stop. Tsk. Anw took quite a few pics today. Lol. Really nice and retarded ones. Disturbed ppl and stuff. Hahaha. I'm gonna miss my dear classmates... Oh, shut up Suann. Btw Dionne wouldn't stop saying Kong Sex Pills ever since last night. Sick man. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dory got me a duck soft toy. Lol. A duck because I'm known as duckass to her. But do you know what is written on the tag of the &lt;strong&gt;duck&lt;/strong&gt; soft toy? It is &lt;strong&gt;Chick Pea&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha. Thanks anw, Duckass. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/2005%200081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/2005%200081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav pic of the day. Lol. Posing in a toilet. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/2005%200261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/2005%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Read the equations. Hahaha. Guess who wrote it? Dionne Hoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/2005%200181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/2005%200181.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dionne is going through labour. Hahaha. Look at her tummy. Amandal stuffed our pinafores in there. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/2005%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/320/2005%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love every single one of you. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/2005%200021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/2005%200021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute little pink&lt;br /&gt;thing from the what-the-hag&lt;br /&gt;person. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112920352639173044?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112920352639173044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112920352639173044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112920352639173044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112920352639173044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-will-forever-treasure-moments.html' title='i will forever treasure the moments.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112913087060833054</id><published>2005-10-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:54:45.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wenta Dionne's hse at 11. Played the &lt;a href="http://funnyflash.com/details.php?id=166&amp;l=g&amp;amp;pg=6"&gt;DaiPaiDong game&lt;/a&gt;. Lol. We are crazy over that game now. Waited for her to &lt;strong&gt;doll herself up&lt;/strong&gt;. Met Charlotte, Veron, Renaa, Renee &amp; Amandal at PS at 1230, half an hour late. All because of Dionne. Haha. Had lunch. KFC for Dionne, Renaa, Amandal &amp;amp; I and MosBurger for the rest. Then Dory &amp; Bird arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught CorpseBride. Dionne sat next to me. Everytime I took a piece of nacho, I dipped it in a whole of lot cheese and smeared it on her face. Lol. The movie was great. (: The last part was really touching. Dionne cried. Hahaha. We entered Spotlight later. Tried to find some cloth for AnimalDay. Made a lot of noise there. Took Bird's wallet. Lol. Hilarious laa. Window shopped. Met Paddy &amp;amp; her cousin. Dory dragged me everywhere. Tskk. Bought a shirt with Amandal. We spent so much time choosing la. Ha. Bought a pair of slippers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte, Renaa &amp; Veron left. Hanged ard ActionCity. Took neos later. Retarded crap. Haha. But it was nice. (: Dory got me a green pompom thingy for a really belated bday present. Haha. Thanks, Duckface. :D My mom calls it the spiky idiot. Lol. Anw left at 0515. Back to Dionne's hse. Played FunnyFlash games. Can't stop playing them. Lol. Mom fetched. Out for dinner. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here playing the games, again. Haha. Dionne &amp;amp; I are challenging one another. I'm just too good with the HK Cafe game. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/121005%200072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/121005%200072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 9 of us. (: Nice mirror image. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/121005%200082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/121005%200082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/121005%200102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/121005%200102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corpse Brideee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/121005%200172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/121005%200172.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drag queens man. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/121005%200183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/121005%200183.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dory loves mirrors man. Tsk. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thats all for today! (: Lalalaa. Time to sleep. And Dionne's still trying to play games. Tsk. I didn't lose neither did I win, and she said the loser will be called &lt;strong&gt;KongSexPills&lt;/strong&gt;. Its one of the sick ads on the webpage. Dionne is just dirty minded la. Lol.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my world lala...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112913087060833054?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112913087060833054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112913087060833054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112913087060833054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112913087060833054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/ps.html' title='PS. (:'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112904208271197412</id><published>2005-10-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:48:02.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animation Clip.</title><content type='html'>Check out this animation. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Titled &lt;a href="http://www.funnyflash.com/details.php?id=160&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preggers: The Life of Britney Spears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Super mean mannnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112904208271197412?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112904208271197412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112904208271197412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112904208271197412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112904208271197412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/animation-clip.html' title='Animation Clip.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112903766221139610</id><published>2005-10-11T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:36:41.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EOYS ARE FINALLY OVER! YESSSS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rejoice rejoice! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Like finally. I have been on the net the last 6 hours making my new blogskin and playing com games. Lol. Spent my time on the phone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math &amp;amp; History paper were the worst. Shan't talk about them. Burned midnight oil every night. Last minute studying again. Tsk. Survived coffee and chicken essence. Eww, the stinky chicken essence. Lol. But its very effective. So worth the gulping down. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw after our Chinese paper, rotted in the school from 10 to 1150 with Dory, Veronica, Dionne and Renaa waiting for Renee's briefing to start and to end. Took pics with Dionne's fav male tcher and our ever-rocking Eng tcher. Haha. Planned to go to Cafe Cartel for lunch but didn't in the end because Dionne and Renaa had the Founder'sDay rehearsal. Headed to Macs instead. Ran and skipped our way there. Lol. Dory added two pieces of nuggets into my box without me realising. I just ate and ate. Omg. Lol. Chitchatted. Dionne and Renaa left. Then mom came ta fetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see some cars at the showrooms. Dropped me home at 2plus. So I have been here since then. Tsk. Off for dinner now. Will be back to play some game with Dionne. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I'll be able to have enough sleep. Oh, wonderful sleeeeep. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks with my classmates. Two more weeks as 2B3'05, as a class. How sadddd. Tsk. Shan't think abt it anymore. -sobs. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112903766221139610?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112903766221139610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112903766221139610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112903766221139610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112903766221139610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/eoys-are-finally-over-yessss.html' title='EOYS ARE FINALLY OVER! YESSSS.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112884814315260041</id><published>2005-10-09T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:57:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't do this to me, PLS.</title><content type='html'>Two more papers to go!&lt;br /&gt;Whooohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for EOYs to be over.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't finished studying Geog. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching tv and slacking ard the last two days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the net becos parents wanted to view some cars.&lt;br /&gt;They are planning to get a new one. o.O&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has registered to run this year's Standard Chartered Marathon again.&lt;br /&gt;A full one of 42 something km.&lt;br /&gt;Just running for NAPFA killed me.&lt;br /&gt;Its just 12 km. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a random one.&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling so distracteddd.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112884814315260041?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112884814315260041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112884814315260041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112884814315260041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112884814315260041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-do-this-to-me-pls.html' title='Don&apos;t do this to me, PLS.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112763653599575385</id><published>2005-09-25T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T16:22:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I do? Let everything go?</title><content type='html'>I'm not in a studying mood at all.&lt;br /&gt;And EOYs are one week away.&lt;br /&gt;Totally unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what is going on now.&lt;br /&gt;Lalalaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Study la, Suann.&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with Ren now.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, we are obssessed over all those emoticons on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marion Raven - Here I Am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm standing in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Everything is said and done&lt;br /&gt;Atomic winter in my soul&lt;br /&gt;From the absence of the sun&lt;br /&gt;The only remedy I know&lt;br /&gt;Is I gotta let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112763653599575385?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112763653599575385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112763653599575385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112763653599575385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112763653599575385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-should-i-do-let-everything-go.html' title='What should I do? Let everything go?'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112722039612056623</id><published>2005-09-20T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T20:46:36.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't phunk with my heart, pls.</title><content type='html'>I'm so bloody tired everyday, e-ve-ry-day!&lt;br /&gt;When I'm having so much sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Wasting my time laa.&lt;br /&gt;Came home today and napped to 730.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh. Its raining nowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics lesson was super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Dory's pinned-up fridge. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Was called out with Bird to do some circuit.&lt;br /&gt;If we didnt finish it in time, we hadta do a catwalk.&lt;br /&gt;We saboed our own grp members becos we wanted them to do the catwalk.&lt;br /&gt;Amandal and Linyi were the victims. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;We hid the switch then the key to the switch.&lt;br /&gt;In the end they also didnt do the catwalk laa. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Some video LyndonLim made us watch. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Screamed and couldn't stop. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling really lethargic for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt even have the energy to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rained after school.&lt;br /&gt;Walked out with Amandal.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped her at her hse's bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to Chinese LC.&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to Chinese Oral.&lt;br /&gt;6 more days to Paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;7 more days to Science Practical.&lt;br /&gt;8 more days to English Oral.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Channel8 nine o'clock show is getting interesting. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so free to watch tv when ppl are getting stressed and mugging away.&lt;br /&gt;I should feeeel the stress.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel any in my class.&lt;br /&gt;We seem so relaxed laa.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya. Outta here nowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112722039612056623?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112722039612056623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112722039612056623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112722039612056623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112722039612056623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-phunk-with-my-heart-pls.html' title='Don&apos;t phunk with my heart, pls.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112687556133798734</id><published>2005-09-16T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:27:46.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me smile. (: (: (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RENEE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/160905%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/160905%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole didn't come so there was no chocolate fudge on our self-decorated cake for Ren.&lt;br /&gt;Bluffed Ren that we forgot to bring her present. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Gave it to her in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne is so clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;Asked her to help me squeeze some chilli sauce, she squeezed it so hard that the whole cap came off and the chilli sauce all splattered on the floor. Aiyooo. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed up to do the project.&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, MrQuek was playing minesweeper with MsNeo, our previous IT teacher.&lt;br /&gt;He was losing but with Ren Amandal Dionne Dory and I helping, he won!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dory is such a big bully la. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I forgot what I wanna blog.&lt;br /&gt;Rightt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112687556133798734?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112687556133798734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112687556133798734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112687556133798734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112687556133798734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-make-me-smile.html' title='You make me smile. (: (: (:'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112679003073918504</id><published>2005-09-15T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T23:08:00.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiyaa.</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging again after so long. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is feeling so tired everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep during Chem. I feel sleepy &lt;em&gt;everytime&lt;/em&gt; during Chem. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Amandal made me laugh like crap today. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doralynn is ever so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a new nickname - Duckface.&lt;br /&gt;Like she doesn't look like one. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;And she wouldn't stop singing the SpongebobSquarepants theme song.&lt;br /&gt;She is really noisy in class.&lt;br /&gt;Telling ppl that I love her. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Amandal is another one that goes round telling ppl that I crush her.&lt;br /&gt;Wth. Rofl. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;The week is ending and we will be two weeks away from EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk. Shall stop going home to sleep and spending the rest of my day watching tv, doing nothing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Time is flying, flying oh-so-fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I managed to load AdobePhotoshop CS2 and I'm damn bloody happy about it. Hahaha. Made me feel so much better. I totally live on AdobePhotoshop. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my sis bought a caterpillar from sch. How disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/hey%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/hey%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/hey%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/hey%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it died this morning. It haven't even turned into a pupa. Hahaha. Maybe its becos my sis stares at it too much la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Channel8 9 o'clock show is super out of point. How can someone speak to you from the past through a handphone? Haha. I don't get it at all. I thot it was some crime solving show. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outta here now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112679003073918504?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112679003073918504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112679003073918504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112679003073918504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112679003073918504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/09/aiyaa.html' title='Aiyaa.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112633234737326577</id><published>2005-09-10T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T14:08:01.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I ever stand a chance?</title><content type='html'>Talking to Dory the irritant on the phone now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging about her becos she said she wanted me to in my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;Ha. She says it sounds desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Now she is calling me a tookerbrain, asking me to shutup, she hates me.&lt;br /&gt;Wth. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has ta either call or sms me once a day. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;She loves me too much alr laa. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Its more like we discuss what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;Dory says she is VERY happy. Yahaha.&lt;br /&gt;She is being paranoid over her papercut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not know how long she is taking to cut it man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took one day to finish the entire thing can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied Bio until 330 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Message message message.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get to sleep until 430.&lt;br /&gt;Thought about a lot of things la. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Like the past, present and future.&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final episode for the Channel 8 nine o'clock show ytd was so touching.&lt;br /&gt;So sweett. Awww. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;New serial - Axis of Truth 2.&lt;br /&gt;All the mudering and psychotic ppl.&lt;br /&gt;It freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;Btw I can't see blood or ppl getting murdered.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;I am not, maybe Charlotte is. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study Science.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to take forever to study finish.&lt;br /&gt;Dory is singing now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, spare my ears man. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112633234737326577?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112633234737326577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112633234737326577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112633234737326577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112633234737326577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/09/will-i-ever-stand-chance.html' title='Will I ever stand a chance?'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112625702524447751</id><published>2005-09-09T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T17:19:15.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We will watch the sunset together.</title><content type='html'>Didn't go for trng today. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of ppl didn't. =x&lt;br /&gt;We are in for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been revising much.&lt;br /&gt;3 chpts of Bio and some exercises of Trigo only.&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Should be putting in more effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be back tmr! (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking abt those that went for the China trip.&lt;br /&gt;How fast time flies.&lt;br /&gt;The Sep hols are ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the EOYs to be over.&lt;br /&gt;Amandal and I have planned a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Some clique outing, bbq, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;We are just too excited for the hols la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall spend most of my time with you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren's bday is next week.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Gotta get her present soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once sch reopens, exactly 3 weeks later it will be the EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;Before that, we will have Science Practical Exam, English &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Chinese &lt;/strong&gt;Oral Exam, Paper 1s.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just typing them out to scare myself, so that I will get my butt moving and stop slacking.&lt;br /&gt;Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I was reading some &lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/gossip/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MSN Celebrity Gossips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So you see Jay-Z is dating Beyonce right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/music/hotgossip2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One article&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; states that he marked Beyonce's 24th birthday by surprising her with baubles worth an estimated &lt;strong&gt;$2.75 million&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The more you read that article, the more you will want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;They spend&lt;strong&gt; $195,000&lt;/strong&gt; a week to charter a yacht okay.&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk. Its quite good being the rich and the famous sometimes eh.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;They have some latest gossip on Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie too.&lt;br /&gt;You can check it out &lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/celebs/article.aspx?news=190932"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study now laa.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of gossips. Hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112625702524447751?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112625702524447751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112625702524447751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112625702524447751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112625702524447751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-will-watch-sunset-together.html' title='We will watch the sunset together.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112601469134612203</id><published>2005-09-06T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:09:00.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me happy. (:</title><content type='html'>Back from (a not very good) training in the afternoon. I hate trainings in the afternoon btw. Hardly have much time to study when you reach home. Tskk. Anw we trained in the hall with &lt;strong&gt;3 tables&lt;/strong&gt; for&lt;strong&gt; 13 persons &lt;/strong&gt;with the Badminton girls. We played &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; stroke the whole day. We were so bored so we kept resting. Kimpy scolded us for being so lazy and all. Hmpf. Chips for break. I have sore throat and I been eating a lot of junk food while taking cough medicine. So it looks like my sore throat won't be cured if I go one like that. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice was being so disgusting the whole day. Eww. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked out with Yuting, that crazy insane kid. Haha. She brings so much laughter into my life. (: Lol. Dad fetched. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to BeeFriend on the phone. Then my Dad and Sis started being irritating. They wouldn't stop calling the house and my handphone. I wenta answer the second line which were them and they slammed down the phone. They did that for a couple of times. WTH. I was so irritated that when I put down the phone, I was screaming at the top of my voice. Hahaha. How annoying. Now he is playing his Don't Phunk With My Heart ringtone next to my ear. -SCREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to study Geog tonight. Have not been doing anything productive during the last 3 days. I shall start today though I'm feeling tired and I haveta be at PrimarySchool at 8+ tmrw for their training. Ugh. Was made to go becos my Sis is going for it? Rightt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My History notes are with Val! And where is she? In CHINA! Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bright sunflowers shall be for you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Adobe Photoshop just had ta spoil at the wrong time. Great great great. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Maia Lee's cd ytd. Emotionally Advised - thats the cd name. Hmm. Nice songs. (: Especially I Don't Need You, Scum and Shy. Interesting beat and music. Her cd is seriously not baddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dory is holding my Corinne May cd! Ahhh. Eventhough I have the songs in my com, I just miss it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start studying now. Before that I shall eat a Wall's Calippo. (: Hah. I'm addicted to icecream. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112601469134612203?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112601469134612203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112601469134612203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112601469134612203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112601469134612203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-make-me-happy.html' title='You make me happy. (:'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112575663479244679</id><published>2005-09-03T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T23:18:24.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECOMMENDATIONS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.opinionheads.com/NAUGHTYLAND.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naughty Land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this clip.&lt;br /&gt;Its about Micheal Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;They totally critcise him man.&lt;br /&gt;Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This website was introduced by Debbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com/flash.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fat Pie Animations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'WARNING! These will upset children and the elderly, and please watch these at your own risk if you are doing acid or mushrooms. No complaints, I've warned you.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what the website states.&lt;br /&gt;This website has so many sick cartoons la.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this episode of SaladFingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com/salad2.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Episode2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super disgusting laa. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Charlotte abt that website becos she was feeling really bored.&lt;br /&gt;And she thinks its sick as in dirrrttty.&lt;br /&gt;She says SaladFingers is like doing &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; with his spoon.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Explore that website if you wanna know more. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Vision of You by Maia Lee is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Hur. Charlotte likes it too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112575663479244679?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112575663479244679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112575663479244679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112575663479244679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112575663479244679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/09/recommendations.html' title='RECOMMENDATIONS.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112566415905008654</id><published>2005-09-02T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:32:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its true.</title><content type='html'>Last day of Term3.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like any ordinary sch day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE; Netball against Bird &amp; Val's grp.&lt;br /&gt;We won! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that exciting as the previous match with Dionne's grp.&lt;br /&gt;But anw we had fun la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT; We didn't do what we were suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;And that bloody thing is like counted in our Final mark for Math.&lt;br /&gt;How great.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of bothering to do anything, we played online games! :D&lt;br /&gt;Got the website from Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://funnyflash.com/index.php?l=g"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to play.&lt;br /&gt;Super cute and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Especially this game called H.K. Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Its is Ren's, Dionne's and my fav! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped Val at the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;Instant noodles and RockyRoad ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Have been on the net and the phone since 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the BeeFriend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Her mom is super duper freaky.&lt;br /&gt;I haveta shut up next time. =x&lt;br /&gt;We have been talking on the phone for more than 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know laa. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;We are still on the phone. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about nothing actually. Righttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that going China are leaving tmr at 0115AM.&lt;br /&gt;Will miss them lots.&lt;br /&gt;I shall message Ren and get her to read the msg to those close ones.&lt;br /&gt;One swt msg. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, &lt;strong&gt;Amandal is back from the hospital!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;She still sounds really weak.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, who won't after losing sooo much blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better use my time wisely during the Sep hols.&lt;br /&gt;There will be hardly anytime to study when sch reopens.&lt;br /&gt;Tskkk. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop lazing ard and wasting time doing practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off now.&lt;br /&gt;Take care darlingggss. 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Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Should get them flowers next year.&lt;br /&gt;Dionne got the teachers white roses.&lt;br /&gt;Veronica got some really nice stuff for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teachers' Day Concert was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;The performances were entertaining la.&lt;br /&gt;Yingxiu was so cute. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Dionne sat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;She kept irritating me! Agrh.&lt;br /&gt;I peeled her rose petals everytime she irritated me.&lt;br /&gt;The white roses are so niceee. (:&lt;br /&gt;But I still prefer red roses.&lt;br /&gt;The crimson red ones. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat in class with Val until 1130.&lt;br /&gt;Then walked out.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped her at the bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jack's Place with Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Had a sudden craving for their Fish&amp;amp;Chips and mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. So niceee.&lt;br /&gt;Went home.&lt;br /&gt;Sis gave me some origami paper, so had nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Just folded stuff then fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 0730.&lt;br /&gt;Got a shock. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for 5 over hrs.&lt;br /&gt;At least for once I feel so alive. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Amandal.&lt;br /&gt;She sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;But her blood platelets(spelling?) are still low.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna visit her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's eating kimchi now.&lt;br /&gt;Wth. The whole house stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9 o'clock show just ended! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dionne is singing ReachOutForTheSkies on the phone for me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no light at the end of the tunnel tonight&lt;br /&gt;just a bridge that I gotta burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112549636505996983?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112549636505996983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112549636505996983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112549636505996983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112549636505996983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/08/pls-tell-me-its-me.html' title='Pls tell me its me.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112531953390165663</id><published>2005-08-29T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:47:45.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick sick sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Saturday/270805&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school for CIP.&lt;br /&gt;Reached sch at 0730.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Val until 0750.&lt;br /&gt;She didnt come so went in with Yunzhen.&lt;br /&gt;Val arrived at 0830 later.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. How early.&lt;br /&gt;Painted butterflies in the sickbay.&lt;br /&gt;You know Yunzhen is really scared of paint.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Bird is so childish la.&lt;br /&gt;She was shouting and throwing paint at Yunzhen and me.&lt;br /&gt;Hur.&lt;br /&gt;Yunzhen's butterflies are the weirdest and funniest man.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/270805%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/270805%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thot all insects' legs are in the centre of the body not all over? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/270805%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/270805%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Count the number of legs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day we should catch a butterfly and show it to Yunzhen.&lt;br /&gt;When we painted finish, EdnaMode couldn't stop nagging.&lt;br /&gt;She drove all of us up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Made us scrub paint off from the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Told her it won't go off, she insisted they will.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up chipping my fingernail.&lt;br /&gt;She nagged for about an hour before letting us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Heartland with Val and Yunzhen.&lt;br /&gt;Yunzhen's mom fetched us there.&lt;br /&gt;Got some pirated dvds. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;All the fast-food restaurants were really crowded.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we bought a drink from ColdStorage and food from OldChangKee.&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy Turkish icecream later.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The temporary stall.&lt;br /&gt;The seller is a Eurasian.&lt;br /&gt;He made my icecream disappear la.&lt;br /&gt;And didn't want to return it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;He will at Heartland till the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;Its worth my $2.50.&lt;br /&gt;The icecream is real good. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;So Yunzhen left.&lt;br /&gt;Val and I waited outside Heartland for our moms.&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to sch.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for the &lt;strong&gt;ever great&lt;/strong&gt; Val to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;She was 10 mins late btw.&lt;br /&gt;Discussed our script and all.&lt;br /&gt;Went back.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with mom.&lt;br /&gt;Slept the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick.&lt;br /&gt;Caught the flu bug laaa.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, RockyRoad icecream is really good.&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I have bad news.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I said Amandal has Dengue, it wasn't confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;But now it is.&lt;br /&gt;She will be at Mount Alvernia Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Those that wanna visit her or smth.&lt;br /&gt;I will give you all her ward and bed number.&lt;br /&gt;Its really scary to get DengueFever, so ppl pls spray yourself with mosquito repellent and kill all of them! Muaha.&lt;br /&gt;Its better to be safe than sorry laa.&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KILL ALL MOSQUITOES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Ren and my motto. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112531953390165663?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112531953390165663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112531953390165663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112531953390165663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112531953390165663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick sick sick.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112515606969066682</id><published>2005-08-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:38:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dengue. Crap man.</title><content type='html'>Quite a lot of stuff happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I will blog abt today the next time.&lt;br /&gt;Cos now I'm down with flu, a very serious one.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really lethargic, have a runny nose and sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Amandal &amp; her bro have DengueFever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pls take care and get well soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are in hospital now.&lt;br /&gt;So my fever wasn't from them.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just myself.&lt;br /&gt;Not having enough sleep and eating lots of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112515606969066682?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112515606969066682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112515606969066682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112515606969066682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112515606969066682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/08/dengue-crap-man.html' title='Dengue. Crap man.'/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112503714730147100</id><published>2005-08-26T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:25:52.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm suppose to feel sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;The Panadol is not taking any effect.&lt;br /&gt;I shall post some stuff up here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/HerbieFullyLoaded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/HerbieFullyLoaded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/herbie/"&gt;Herbie Fully Loaded!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an exact same Volkswagen bug in Spore, just that the number was 8 instead of 53.&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;This movie is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Lohan is hawttt.&lt;br /&gt;The sountrack First is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyrecords/soundtracks/herbie/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/thePerfectManPoster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/thePerfectManPoster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theperfectmanmovie.com/index.php"&gt;The Perfect Man.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Hilary Duff,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know this movie existed?&lt;br /&gt;It was released ytd.&lt;br /&gt;The storyline seems to be quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Time to get off the net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112503714730147100?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112503714730147100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112503714730147100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112503714730147100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112503714730147100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-suppose-to-feel-sleepy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>S</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-15388143.post-112502409856576597</id><published>2005-08-26T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:23:38.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEVER FEVER,</title><content type='html'>Cyberweek today.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its a week. Rightt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a fever from Amandal's bro.&lt;br /&gt;He passed it to her and I got it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah, Jason. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;My temperature was 38.3 just now.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness its 37.6 now.&lt;br /&gt;Have not gotten sick for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been drinking a lot of water, just feel so dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;Drank 2 full cups of water in just 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Since my grp is done with the research, I shall go and rest now.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll be fine by tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Haveta get my 4hours of CIP. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15388143-112502409856576597?l=365-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/feeds/112502409856576597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15388143&amp;postID=112502409856576597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112502409856576597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15388143/posts/default/112502409856576597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365-days.blogspot.com/2005/08/fever-fever.html' title='FEVER FEVER,'/><author><name>S</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>
