<?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-8621815</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:55:02.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>885</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-7338917402593815680</id><published>2007-05-03T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T04:04:50.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teachers have this really really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; strange attraction to my blog, and it is really getting abit annoying, so it's time to go somewhere without prying eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And just to credit this blog, i've had it since 10/7/04 and this is my 887th post. Whoa :O :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, bye blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-7338917402593815680?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7338917402593815680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7338917402593815680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/05/teachers-have-this-really-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-1568135806302396072</id><published>2007-05-02T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T05:18:40.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I want to be somewhere i can see the roads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A place where everytime you breathe a wish comes true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be where love is real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And memories of distant days come to life again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHH I'M SUCH AN EMBARRASSING BIIIIATCH OKKKKKKK. I should like Stop doing such throwface things, before ALL my face gets thrown away and i become faceless.&lt;br /&gt;:(((((&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I don't belong in school i'm too stupid, and aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i'm thankful i'm quite a small insignificant fart ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of whining. I've whined to 2345people alr haha. (Everyone's telling me you think too much / you die / you're a loser  :O )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was pe &amp; cca today. Both were pretty tiring. I think i'm damn disgusting for sweating sooo much during cca haha! But we played touchrug games and they were fun! ;)&lt;br /&gt;An occasional bitchcrap here and there, but i've lived long enough and i've seen loads of fcuks like this, so i'll not lose my temper and rip hair off. Uh huh :) &lt;em&gt;You are shite&lt;/em&gt;. (Ok, not said with an affectionate tone)&lt;br /&gt;(And somehow i don't care if this url fall into oops! wrong hands again, 'CUZ I AM NOT SCARED OF YOUR FAT ASS DAMNIT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sorry to the rest i know it's all about teamwork but my blood boils easily. She started it, but i'm childish enough to continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tell me tell me how damnit lucky is it to have your eyecandy ask you out! Like how how how often does that happen manz! ;)&lt;br /&gt;(Er, not me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's LOADS of homework due tmr, including PI and yada yada, i'm too tired to even think about them. Ok, who am i kidding? I don't even know what i have. I just know it's a big pile.&lt;br /&gt;Shite. I don't wanna go to school withour any work done again&amp;again&amp;amp;again :((( IT'S WRONG, I AM SUPPOSED TO BECOME A MUGGER, AJ YOU'RE FAILING AND YOU'RE GONNA MAKE MY PARENTS SAD YOU KNOW (HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-1568135806302396072?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/1568135806302396072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/1568135806302396072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-to-be-somewhere-i-can-see-roads.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-6984629837631936239</id><published>2007-05-01T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T03:00:42.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl Confessions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm not easy.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I do wear make up&lt;br /&gt;[x] When I walk by mirrors, I can't help but look.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wear toe nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have cried at a movie theater&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've purposely talked to a guy myboyfriend didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love chocolate covered pretzels [never tried, but i know i will]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Getting a flower makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've wrecked a car.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't put mascara on withoutopening my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'd do (almost)anything for a special person.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I think Johnny Depp is hot in Pirates.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten suspended&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like rock.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like rap&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like techno&lt;br /&gt;[x] I carry a purse.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been called a party girl.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I did own a Spice Girls CD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I did own a Britney Spears CD&lt;br /&gt;[x] Football isn't boring.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I love athletic people [Hell Yeah, big x for this ;) ]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love skater boys.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love ghetto boys.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love emo(haired) boys.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sweet guys are better than hot guys. [Depends on how ugly the sweet guy is, and how unsweet the hot guy is. HAHA]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been called a tease.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lip gloss is better than lipstick. [Don't like either]&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I can't leave the house withoutmakeup.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm a bitch. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I play video games, even when there are other people around.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My friends are the best, and they're VERY important to me.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I really want to be with a certain someone right now. [HAHAHA]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I smoke way too much&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a tattoo or I want one&lt;br /&gt;[?] I have been to more than 5concerts [Can't count for nuts]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From &lt;strong&gt;Zoe the Orange Monster&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha but really, what kinda "confessions" are these. Mild, i say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-6984629837631936239?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/feeds/6984629837631936239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621815&amp;postID=6984629837631936239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6984629837631936239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6984629837631936239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/05/girl-confessions-x-im-not-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3149389387214825346</id><published>2007-05-01T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:59:36.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA! Somebody just rang and asked for my &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt;, and i went, "&lt;em&gt;Qing wen ni shi nar wei&lt;/em&gt;?" If someone said that to me i think i'll burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, look what i found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rjbk8SxUllI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xcPxxVrt8Hs/s1600-h/x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059482955879323218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rjbk8SxUllI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xcPxxVrt8Hs/s320/x.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3149389387214825346?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3149389387214825346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3149389387214825346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/05/hahaha-somebody-just-rang-and-asked-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rjbk8SxUllI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xcPxxVrt8Hs/s72-c/x.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-6784672395951385237</id><published>2007-05-01T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T09:50:29.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RjYbXCxUlkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dMAOnTY2jf8/s1600-h/DSCF2299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059261314092013122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RjYbXCxUlkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dMAOnTY2jf8/s320/DSCF2299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sports day was pretty lousy, Cheetah got 4th, but i had fun anyway :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i wanna murder myself 'cuz i just did something REALLY. REALLY. REALLY. Stupid &amp;amp; brainless. Ohmygawd. You know those things that when you think about it, you feel like throwing yourself down the building? Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-6784672395951385237?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6784672395951385237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6784672395951385237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/05/sports-day-was-pretty-lousy-cheetah-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RjYbXCxUlkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dMAOnTY2jf8/s72-c/DSCF2299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-40895549410334074</id><published>2007-04-29T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T05:15:11.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygod i think i need a manicure, the sun i swear it's burning up..... Ok no actually it's Ohmygod my &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt;/ chef is back thankgawdddd my stomach is like concaved alr (figurative speech)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i spent a jolly wolly good time taking advantage of &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; and viewing friendster profiles with her acct, and whaaaa i feel damn accomplished! I am veryyyy &lt;em&gt;li hai&lt;/em&gt;! I'm suchaaaa stalker heeheehaahaa :D But well, now i know alot alot alot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-40895549410334074?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/40895549410334074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/40895549410334074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/ohmygod-i-think-i-need-manicure-sun-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-8154023071350763586</id><published>2007-04-28T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T05:58:18.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One, you’re like a dream come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two, just wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three, girl it’s plain to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you’re the only one for me and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four, repeat steps one through three&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five, make you fall in love with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajidol finals on friday! (Sorry for not turning up for SN sportsday ): ) And i have to conclude that ajcians are not very talented hahaha! I wanted to throw my shoes at about half of the performers? And i spent 3/4 of the time sniggering/ cursing. Oh and my favourite duet song was ruined by this pair of stinkin' tone deaf asses &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the lack of talents is Not. The. Point. Because the reason i went- &lt;strong&gt;Joanne's baby&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;u&gt;kicked arse&lt;/u&gt;! :D And we killed like two birds with one stone. And basically quite a few things happened and put all of us into v.v.v good moods *pops champagne*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave earlier for tuition and aah i was nodding off with &lt;strong&gt;Theo&lt;/strong&gt; manz. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ohgawd it's sucha shame i had to leave early )*;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain torture today morning, had to wake up at what, 630 for the stupid Resilience Workshop? AND IT WAS RAINING. You know how shiok it would be if i could continue sleeping??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, the worse part was i reached school at 715, only to realize that it starts at 8, not 0730 T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the four-hour talk was quite nonsensical and crappy to me and nothingggg went in. I kept dozing off, but it's really hard to sleep happily in the damned audi. So uncomfortable. I bet aj purposely make the LTs &amp; audi seats uncomfortable so we won't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the aircon was out to kill :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joanne Huishan Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; ponned after 1hour with &lt;strong&gt;Joanne's bro&lt;/strong&gt; and went to makan ._. And never came backkkkk. And &lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt; that two pungseh-ers didn't come. I WAS DAMN LONELY OKKKK. Hmph hmph hmphhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the talk, went down to cityhall and had lunch at &lt;strong&gt;Newyork&lt;/strong&gt; x2 with &lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt;, plus &lt;strong&gt;Elf&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Jan&lt;/strong&gt;. And aaah i feel so cheated ok! But neh mind, their free green apple candy floss was goodstufffff ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i did some shopping in town and we got 4tops &amp;amp; 4sbras. Yay ;) And the best part was that we spent quite lil'. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's pretty much confirmed that i'm going to &lt;em&gt;Yunnan&lt;/em&gt; with the school from 29thMay to 6thJune. Unless like &lt;em&gt;Yunnan&lt;/em&gt; gets hit by a tornado and a tsunami and whatnots, which is well.. not very possible. Hahha. I'm ALWAYS going for china trips with the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it'll be fun? Just that the only close friend i've is &lt;strong&gt;Gracie Poo White Hair&lt;/strong&gt; (HEE!) who i assume, is going to take over the role of &lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt; as my puke-bag holder. HAHAHA YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fingers kept crossed now that &lt;strong&gt;Joanne&lt;/strong&gt; can go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still contemplating on whether to go or not, on friday morning, when some &lt;em&gt;laoshi&lt;/em&gt; popped by the class during assembly and asked for me (i freaked out hahahahah) and made me hand in the form. HAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I miss the &lt;strong&gt;Harbin&lt;/strong&gt; trip. It would probably be &lt;strong&gt;The Best&lt;/strong&gt; school trip i had / will ever have lah. Even though the school was obviously cheating our moolah, and we had to put up with annoying lesbian-ish girls attracted to &lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt; like bees to honey; it was................ Can't find a word to describe. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't believe ANYONE has gone on a schooltrip together with practically ALL your bestest friends ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but i'm kinda looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;Aj's Sports Day&lt;/strong&gt; on monday, and going down to HC on thurs to support the soccer team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ohgawdddd homework homework homework. 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HE IS FUCKING INSANE OK. I swear i hate him sooo much. Even though there was this strange shuang-ness after pe, but STILL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and on top of shite pe, cca on tues wed thurs. Fartlegs and sprinting are lethal :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get home, i'm too shagged to even stare at anything homework-related. So yeah i haven't been doing work. All i can manage is to read a nice lil' book and try to relieve those damned muscleaches. Not that i'm complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omgggg PW REALLY SUCKKKKKKS OK. I'm working on the gpp now, and ok, &lt;strong&gt;In My Opinion&lt;/strong&gt;, i think i got distributed the hardest part of them all? I've to plan a timeline and fill in the stupid thing and everything's so alien and i can't think straight, and how exactly am i suppose to know the deadlines for everything IT'S NOT WRITTEN ANYWHERE? And i still have to edit my fucking PI by today. PW IS NONSENSE. Screw that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there's no homework, or at least i don't think so. Ughhh i feel like a pile of cowdung now omgggg. Ok i should stop complaining about work, the more i complain the more i'll hate it but what else can i do i can't vent anywhere manz, and i can't kill people 'cuz it'll be a crime and i don't wanna be behind bars and i don't have the guts nor balls to kill ANYWAY. Ohhh god what am i talking about. See this is fatigue and frustration and anger driving me nuts ok i'm just letting my post-volleyball sore hands do the work and my mind's a blank, almost. I haven't even bathe and i bet i stink real bad, but what to do. I found out really crappy things about my No.1 eyecandy and all i can do is wail and blackface and try to get myself a hitman (but in vain) and ohgosh life is so bad now. School is killing me and i go for the friends fullstop but it's a stupid school HOW CAN ZOE NOT GET INTO COUNCIL? Injustice ok i swear stupid student body, so much for the class walking around with coloured paper pasted on our backs? And i just miss 4u so much, 36/07 is great and everything, but there are just these lil' holes here&amp;there and even though they sometimes can be perfect imperfections, but at times they're not. And sometimes i feel so fake and plastic and not-myself and it's WRONGGGGGGG! The old people are changing, and whoever said change was good must have been suffering from concussion or some form of injury that affects thinking. Oh and the weird lil' people who annoy me to seventh heavens are hanging around and dangling infront of my water-retention face and pissing the ass off me. My body is so tired and overexhausted that i can barely walk but what to do it's freakin' life and i've to live with it and lug my bag around day after day&lt;br /&gt;OK &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFE IS BAD&lt;/span&gt; AND THE GPP IS STILL NOT COMPLETED. UGH FUCK LAR.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and sometimes, i feel like i can trust / rely on nobody.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really envy my sister i wish i didn't have to see anybody anyday.&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing is, i'm not pms-ing or making up stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-5376878211378405820?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5376878211378405820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5376878211378405820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-has-been-crappy-and-sooo-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-9174096271508679187</id><published>2007-04-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T05:38:28.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RiyheiSHgyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7Jp8rWtp5p4/s1600-h/DSCN1309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056594027601167138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RiyheiSHgyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7Jp8rWtp5p4/s320/DSCN1309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RiyiDySHgzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P4UejoIu9vc/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056594667551294258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RiyiDySHgzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P4UejoIu9vc/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RiyiMCSHg0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/hrIBsZCaT78/s1600-h/pai+kia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056594809285215042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RiyiMCSHg0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/hrIBsZCaT78/s320/pai%252Bkia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Hahah ok i've so many more photos to upload but be'cuz i'm lazy, and i've no photoshop right now i can't :*(&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, i thought &lt;strong&gt;4u&lt;/strong&gt; were camwhores, but &lt;strong&gt;36/07&lt;/strong&gt; sure beat them hands now. Haha and i don't know if it's a good thing or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;On friday we had the family day preparation. I'm v.v.v.v.v.v.v proud of &lt;strong&gt;36/07&lt;/strong&gt; + lil' efforts from &lt;strong&gt;19/07&lt;/strong&gt;, for putting tgt a &lt;strong&gt;Haunted House&lt;/strong&gt; in like5 hours? FROM SCRATCH MIND YOU, no easy feat. We like, rock upside down and inside up, and i'm so glad that we proved me wrong ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed for econs tuition after that, and i was totally falling asleep on her. I feel like i've just thrown $100 away :( And the teacher thought i was from cj. Haha! And and and omg the eff-ed up Maths tutor was actually her student?? That fact itself makes me wanna quit tuition :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was FAMILY DAY! :D I reached schoolat 7am, and when i went to &lt;strong&gt;Nexus&lt;/strong&gt; i almost died from shock, 'cuz most of 36/07 and some 19/07 were there alr, putting on makeup and yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. 1st shift was 36/07 + 19/07, and 2nd shift was just 36/07. I stood in as a geisha(OK LAUGH ALL YOU WANT, but i think i look prettier with the ghost-like makeup y'know) for the first shift 'cuz the girl had to go for the &lt;strong&gt;Amazing Hunt&lt;/strong&gt; (*rollseyes*)&lt;br /&gt;Ughh the people entering really sucked ok. Some one hit my umbrella, and another fucker thrown a postcard at me??? Like, GROW UP YOU BITCHES!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, i was doing ticketing before &amp; after, and really i love that job ;)&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz i get to talk to all the customers inculding cute j2s nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i lurrbbez my classmates. They convinced me to go to &lt;strong&gt;LLWR's&lt;/strong&gt; class stall and embarassed me &amp; egged me on, and i ended up playing the stall's game, and...... :D HEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEE! Wha happy shit k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than &lt;strong&gt;LLWR's&lt;/strong&gt; stall, i didn't manage to go anywhere, 'cuz.... the &lt;strong&gt;Haunted House&lt;/strong&gt; was too fucking popular! :D&lt;br /&gt;There was constantly a queue and i think we were quite successful? 'Cuz 2people cried, and some j2s came back for the 2nd/3rd time. Woohoo! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, and had a really x10 long + shiok nap. Then yummy dinner 'cuz was my &lt;strong&gt;Dad's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday. Cake and present was greatstuff! Yipeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a pretty long day. But i love every econs lecture now, even though the sucky teacher is still slanging and well, the fact that he is alive pisses me off actually, and attempting to teach. BUT, 1.5hours of GP was cancelled :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole bunch of us wenta the &lt;strong&gt;Reading Room&lt;/strong&gt;, and i couldn't sleep, so &lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; i went to &lt;strong&gt;Nexus&lt;/strong&gt;, and i laid on the super comfy couch and had hellavu goooot nap (it was raining) :D &lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt; joined us halfway through apparently, and i woke up to them bitching about me ._. (read: whether i'll scream at them if they wake me up, 'cuz i look very fierce. And i sleep very unglam-ly?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the &lt;strong&gt;ReadingRoom&lt;/strong&gt; for awhile, then changed into pe attire. We had the track&amp;amp;field meet briefing, then the girls got undeservingly yelled at by some idiot. And my class ran 1round, then 2.4km :)&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaa it felt so good, i wished i could run more. But my shoulders are aching like crap. Yes, from the run :?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i conclude that bballboys has the most eyecandies. Aiyaaa i wanted to join them at the beginning of the year you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-9174096271508679187?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/9174096271508679187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/9174096271508679187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-you-help-me-unravel-my-latest.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RiyheiSHgyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7Jp8rWtp5p4/s72-c/DSCN1309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-4407339056522861127</id><published>2007-04-19T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:09:57.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>joanne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;wad if -- comes to our haunted house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ This burning heart is getting old says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll die and not scare him.&lt;br /&gt;hahha then i can go stand beside him (;&lt;br /&gt;later he hit me HOW ahahahahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAS!!&lt;br /&gt;he wun la&lt;br /&gt;he'll grab ur hand!&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ This burning heart is getting old says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haahaha think too much!&lt;br /&gt;you and jasmine same same one&lt;br /&gt;she said that maybe -- 'steammates said orhhor, because i'm his eyecandy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;williams just tld us today to have a more vivid imagination &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA i like to &lt;em&gt;think too much&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-4407339056522861127?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4407339056522861127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4407339056522861127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/joanne-says-hahas-wad-if-comes-to-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-4231635223599384339</id><published>2007-04-19T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:25:31.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Baby take me on a journey &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been thinkin lately, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could use a little time alone with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. I almost got killed today, but i am/ was delirious with happiness, ecstatic, and absolutely exultant about it :D&lt;br /&gt;Teeheehee! LLWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only a couple of people can turn a effing bad day upside down so effortlessly, even without the intentions of ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, day started with maths tutorial, which sucks, like duh. Check out my vunderful teacher, yah? He was the worst he's ever been, today, and i feel really sad for 36/07 :S&lt;br /&gt;Nobody understood a Thing. Literally. Even the maths rep &amp;amp; A1 maths people got lost and what more me.&lt;br /&gt;I was SO close to stuffing my shoe down his throat. He's honestly, the worst i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Let's boycott or sabo him &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, t'was break. And the firedrill bell just had to go off ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physics lab caught fire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA-HA. Cook up a more convincing senario can or not?&lt;br /&gt;And of all times to activate the firedrill, it was RAINING. Like ohmegawd can the school get any weirder?? And while making our way to the hall from the field, one-third of the school walked past the physics lab ._______.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a strange school, aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, school continued being reasonably and managably(??) annoying. Until econs lecture. I've always liked econs ok, and That maths tutor had to come and lecture and spoil yet another subject for me.&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU FEEL MY PAIN??? I'm refraining from cursing so i can't express myself but &lt;strong&gt;UGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! UGH UGH UGH UGH UGHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gedddit????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so yes, i'm gonna end up being completely clueless about elasticity, on top of maths, thanks to you. Like yah, thanks ah? Really &lt;em&gt;xie xie ni&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cca was fun, but why are all the pe teachers so humsup looking? And why are you such a jian x7 huo, we don't owe you nothing so stop giving us attitute. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You fake plastic biatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Something really creepy just happened. A &lt;em&gt;wang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;laoshi&lt;/em&gt; just called me, and told me to meet her tmr morning outside the staffroom regarding the yunnan china trip. Creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with PI, all hail. Ok there's still this stack of econs work due tmr though :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-4231635223599384339?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4231635223599384339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4231635223599384339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/baby-take-me-on-journey-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-799242267663279313</id><published>2007-04-18T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:00:07.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized that school = superduper MIA with my taiwanese &lt;3s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's like, sad. Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-799242267663279313?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/799242267663279313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/799242267663279313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-realized-that-school-superduper-mia.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-997095586095787101</id><published>2007-04-18T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:52:55.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy belated Birthday Theo &amp; Jialun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps talking about google-ing people, and when i decided the google meself, the very first thing that popped up was actually zee blog. Wha :O&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;And also this, &lt;strong&gt;".. Huang Wanxin, chairman of Shanxi Linfen Dyeing Chemicals Group, a state firm of about 1000 employees in northern China＊s Shanxi province, says his company ...&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHH! But but HIS? his? HIS?? Why is it a guy ohmannnn.&lt;br /&gt;But ehhh chairman, so i'm not complaining heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy today was so so happening ok! I spent so much time at the reading room today, and even though "&lt;strong&gt;Ah B&lt;/strong&gt;" wasn't hanging around, i got quite an eyeful ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went with &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; to amk hub fish&amp;co to retrieve her shoebag, and ohmahgawddddd &lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;Mersa&lt;/strong&gt; were eating pepperlunch there. So it was like!!!!!!!!!! :D :D Haaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe today was crappy. &lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i were SO pissed off we were swearing like old men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was &lt;strong&gt;Theo's&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Jialun's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday, and the 4u bunch had this surprise dinner thang for them :)&lt;br /&gt;I was the "spy" who poked her way into their two-people date. And the whole bunch of them (&lt;strong&gt;Peishan, Lorraine, Mah, Biyan, Manpin, Limah, Sonia, Yuhan &amp; Dior&lt;/strong&gt;) waited at fish&amp;amp;co with the cake. And i met up with the birthday galzz and brought them up, and yada yada :)&lt;br /&gt;The fish&amp;co birthday rap is DAMN STUPID OHMANZ.&lt;br /&gt;But i love my 4u best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we hung around &amp;amp; caught up. Headed home with &lt;strong&gt;Theo&lt;/strong&gt; and got home at almost 2300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;T'was the ajc choir concert, Voyaje on monday at esplanade. Went with some of the classmates to support &lt;strong&gt;Shermaine. H&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Zongyi&lt;/strong&gt;, and wow, it was Good Stuff. Seriously. Very first time i'm so attentive &amp;amp; awake during concerts. Haaaa well done y'all :D&lt;br /&gt;And they all say wanna "dress-up", but in the end ALL pungseh, i was so embarasssed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i bought a mars bar for 3freakingbucks 'cuz i was so hungry that &lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt; actually heard my stomach growl.&lt;br /&gt;I got home at 2400! Hullo you two better be touched okok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyway aj soccer's gonna get trashed at vj tmr, i wanna go down and support but i can't, which is so so so sad. I wanna see &lt;strong&gt;Dandandan&lt;/strong&gt;. Butttttt haiya, surely got chance next time! Hahhaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-997095586095787101?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/997095586095787101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/997095586095787101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-belated-birthday-theo-jialun-dddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-2677529083436992790</id><published>2007-04-14T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T05:54:15.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's a light at each end of this tunnel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you only try turning around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-2677529083436992790?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2677529083436992790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2677529083436992790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/theres-light-at-each-end-of-this-tunnel.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-543074359262298005</id><published>2007-04-14T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T05:07:06.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. The blogger search engine thing is gone :O I was about to do some stalking. Rats. Why liddat! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i didn't get good honeygreentea from sweettalk today. Each-a-cup pearls suck :(&lt;br /&gt;And i didn't have money to spend :(&lt;br /&gt;We got the &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; a wallet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and! I met &lt;strong&gt;Mersa&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Ho&lt;/strong&gt; :DD even though it was only for a few minutes, but stillll. Heeheehee, yo &lt;strong&gt;jen&lt;/strong&gt; where you manz!&lt;br /&gt;And i saw &lt;strong&gt;Jinfu&lt;/strong&gt;, who was dating &amp;amp; working at the same time :O Wha.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, but he's going back to aj soonsoonsoon for some award. Where's &lt;strong&gt;Jolyn&lt;/strong&gt; huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah wtf i'm super duper x100 tired now. I think i better sleep awake tonight, and be very very energised for Maths tuition tmr morning. If i don't complete my functions tutorial the knn teacher is gonna stomp on my head and sweat on me or something. Hurr.&lt;br /&gt;But there's still so much homework. Why why why did i stay out for so long today?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sad thing is, most of the homework are of subjects that i dunch like. Oh, and i realised that my feelings for a subject depends entirely on the teacher. Like, if the teacher's a mood-swinging biatch who thinks she's so almighty great or a complete cannot-teach-at-all-and-only-know-how-to-kaobei-and-sweat idiot, the subject's a goner. Moronsss &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, i need to start praying that the second idiot's training ends soon. He's gonna cause the whole of 36/07 to get an E for A's or something.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that aj seems to hate the arts classes :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-543074359262298005?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/543074359262298005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/543074359262298005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-6872114282587818096</id><published>2007-04-13T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:20:35.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from Econs tuition, and well, the trip back was "eventful". I'm totally anti-&lt;strong&gt;Theo's cousin&lt;/strong&gt; now. No offence ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realized that it's a terrible group, 'cuz all 5 of us are from different schools haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders are aching &amp;amp; i feel like crying. Ok survivor has long started, need to go find hotsstuffs. (since i won't see &lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt; for 2days *GASPS*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-6872114282587818096?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6872114282587818096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6872114282587818096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-came-back-from-econs-tuition-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-6486703435454846663</id><published>2007-04-12T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T06:21:08.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, and i forgot to mention that i really like the hairy/furry plasters from &lt;strong&gt;Shermaine&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt; :DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-6486703435454846663?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6486703435454846663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6486703435454846663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-and-i-forgot-to-mention-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-8024107375874279345</id><published>2007-04-12T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T06:10:27.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi hi hi! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are feeling v.v.v. high even though my face looks like -__- now. Sleepy, yes, as usual. School really tires the crap outta me. But i don't feel tired until i come home. I've been amazingly bright-eyed and vigilant during lectures. Weird huh. Ha. Jaycee's changed me, and i'm sooo proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;And i was given the task of prodding and poking &lt;strong&gt;Natalie&lt;/strong&gt; awake during Maths Lec today when she sat beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and &lt;strong&gt;Natalie&lt;/strong&gt; suxxxxxxx ok (justkiddinghahaha). Before Econs tutorial, she pulled my chair away just when i was gonna sit down, and i fell down, like duh. The bag cushioned my ass (i bet my gc died!), but my hand just slammed against something mysterious, which i presume is &lt;strong&gt;Huishan's&lt;/strong&gt; chair.&lt;br /&gt;And it just swelled up. Ugly swollen bruise. Ugly fat swollen bruise. On my disfigured hand :(&lt;br /&gt;It's like a purple oval, surrounded by a ring of green. Yucks yucks yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LORRAINE&lt;/strong&gt; AHHHH WHY YOUR COUSIN LIKE THAT AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha but anyway i think i'm better off than &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt;. At least only my classmates and a couple of people from 10/07 saw. &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; freaking fell down the stairs. Infront of 345667889 people :O :O :O :O&lt;br /&gt;Lol it's hokay we still lurbbexz yew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;And even though it's sucky-thursday, it was quite a pleasant sucky-thursday. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;We've been spending quite alot of time @ the reading room 'cuz of a few regulars that are almost always there ;D&lt;br /&gt;And we very happily named all our eyecandies alr. Heeeeeeh. The best thing is, they're ALL j2s, and we all only have one (&lt;strong&gt;zoe&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i share the same one, but really, HE'S MINE OK!!) This is devotion, dear earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lessons ended, &lt;strong&gt;Huishan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jac&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Joanne&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; i went to the reading room(again!) 'cuz &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; had some council thingie going on afterwards. And we forgot there was heats today until people started changing into pe attire! And 3mins after standing at the specsstand and scanning through the crowds, my &lt;strong&gt;Bro&lt;/strong&gt; came ))):&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks yah? Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt; and i were talking about her cousin's guinea pig, &lt;strong&gt;Greedy&lt;/strong&gt;, and she said that it had a mohawk hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;Me: "&lt;strong&gt;I like guys with mohawk leh! So nice!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: "&lt;strong&gt;Oh, it's a male guinea pig!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ok and i conclude that i wanna marry someone who wear specs, braces and has a mohawk hairstyle. Nyahha! But he won't have me eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-8024107375874279345?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8024107375874279345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8024107375874279345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-hi-hi-d-my-fingers-are-feeling-v.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-5218986546762527821</id><published>2007-04-10T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:23:44.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm damn farking tired and i really x10 want to die in the comfort of my bed right now, but i can't, 'cuz of the stinkin' geog proj thing.&lt;br /&gt;And i am &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; annoyed now, i can't even describe it. It's like, an indescribe-able annoyance &amp; it's eating me alive. Bite chew swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i must stop here. I must maintain a &lt;em&gt;speak no evil&lt;/em&gt; status at all the time. So before i lose control and rattle away &amp; sprout all sorts of type-able vulgarities, and offend about 2million people on my very very lovely blog, and piss the crap outta the.. CONTROL CONTROL! CONSTANT VIGILANCEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being dramatic. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers wanna tell the story VERYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BAAAAADDDDDDDDDDLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Yeah, BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-5218986546762527821?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5218986546762527821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5218986546762527821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-damn-farking-tired-and-i-really-x10.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-2767484055673306280</id><published>2007-04-10T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T02:33:39.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RhtYqpVjazI/AAAAAAAAAGs/miPTBl-YdZw/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051728896700148530" style="FLOAT: left; 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Aaaah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Prof. Huang! ; Camwhores camwhores ; I'm two-timing them heeeh ; Hhohoho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry cj babes :{&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/8621815-2767484055673306280?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2767484055673306280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2767484055673306280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/twas-planning-to-blog-alot-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RhtYqpVjazI/AAAAAAAAAGs/miPTBl-YdZw/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3029391405551116322</id><published>2007-04-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T05:36:33.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She's like so whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can do so much better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think we should get together now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's what everyone's talking about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahah. School was unbelievably boring today. First day of the no-lessons thing. Started off with pw in the morning. &lt;strong&gt;Shermaine H&lt;/strong&gt;. brought her &lt;strong&gt;Fahrenheit&lt;/strong&gt; pictorial book ++, and ohmahhhgawdddddddd &lt;strong&gt;Yyl&lt;/strong&gt; is fucking shuai innit, i HAVE to buy the signed one!!! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was also the ajc'06 yearbook. All the flower idiots in class went mad. Hahahaha. But nahhhh nothing beats my effff-ing adorable &lt;strong&gt;Yyl&lt;/strong&gt;! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the festivaloflifecrap adobe photoshop workshop. And the guy pretty much started from scratch. And considering the fact that i used to play with photoshop alot for art, zzzzzz T_______T&lt;br /&gt;Thankew &lt;strong&gt;ZhangBiyan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jac&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Jaime&lt;/strong&gt; for amusement. Geeeez. And the guy speaks funny. Double click ends up being darba cick or something. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended pretttty early at 1230 (:D!), &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; was being mean, and i didn't wanna leave &lt;strong&gt;ZBY&lt;/strong&gt; to eat lunch herself, (and i was wayyy too hungry to wait for classlunch), we went off to amk. Were planning to eat &lt;strong&gt;SeoulGarden&lt;/strong&gt;, but it had closed down T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to amk hub, and had &lt;strong&gt;Pepperlunch&lt;/strong&gt; instead. Hello people, &lt;strong&gt;NEVER EVER&lt;/strong&gt; eat amk hub pepperlunch okkkk! Omg both the service &amp; food are shit.&lt;br /&gt;First the stewpeed &lt;em&gt;jian&lt;/em&gt; x7 &lt;em&gt;huo&lt;/em&gt; person got my order wrongly. But because i'm nice, i just ate whatever they decided to serve. Then, they forgot to give &lt;strong&gt;Biyan&lt;/strong&gt; her rice. Like whhhhat?&lt;br /&gt;And initially when i told the waitress that the food was wrong, she was SO F.CUKING attitude &amp;amp; demmmmmanded for the damned receipt :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever larrrr, i can't expect good service when i'm paying &lt; $10 righhhht. &lt;em&gt;Ke shi&lt;/em&gt;! The food suxXxXx! I don't know if it's the standard of PL on the whole dropping, or just this branch? They cut cut cut down the portions, and are super duper stingy with the ingredients, like wtf &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;So disappointing lah! I was happily telling &lt;strong&gt;Biyan&lt;/strong&gt; that if it sucks she can bite my head off or something, since it was her &lt;em&gt;di yi ci&lt;/em&gt;, and ohwell :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biyan's&lt;/strong&gt; sister picked her up, and i went home alone on 86 feeling very very sad + lonely. Stupid pepperlunch hurrr.&lt;br /&gt;And grrr i'm craving for chocolates now.&lt;br /&gt;STEWWWWPEED&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entire day of resilience talk tmr, from likkke 0800- 1600 or something? Sounds really lame. &lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt; y'all better sit beside me yah! And &lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt;, you can draw me food again HEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide if i like days like this, or lessons more. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;And i hate my timetable 'cuz i end at 1645 on thurs and i can't go for cca RAHHHH GRRRRRR BAHHHHHH!!!! Yesyes, i'm a changed man. Sucks lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3029391405551116322?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3029391405551116322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3029391405551116322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/shes-like-so-whatever-and-you-can-do-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-5056657030185923391</id><published>2007-04-08T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:09:24.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy belated, Manpin! {:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was dee husband, &lt;strong&gt;MANPIN&lt;/strong&gt;!'s birthday + surprise partayye :))&lt;br /&gt;Hung ard town with the &lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt;, then to j8 in the evening to meet &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;&lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; i were like ohmyyyygawd-ing like crazy when we found out that the balloon store sold ringpops &amp; uh the tube sweet. Wahaha i'm sucking on a cola ringpop which is pink! now, and still have more to go. Whaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daytona-ed, ate, bought the last of &lt;strong&gt;Manpin's&lt;/strong&gt; presents, met &lt;strong&gt;Yuhan&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; took 13 to her house.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Limah&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Biyan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lorraine&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jialun&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Peishan&lt;/strong&gt;, then we snucked into the house with her other friends and HAHA UNGLAM ;)&lt;br /&gt;Theo joined us afteralls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate alot of her food, and spent 1-2hours in her room, piece-ing up Lorraine &amp; Co's 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle present. And if not for &lt;strong&gt;Border-queen Huang&lt;/strong&gt;, it wouldn't have a border, i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theo Lorraine&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i ended up leaving close to 0000, leaving &lt;strong&gt;Jialun&lt;/strong&gt; to fight with mickey mouse alone bwuaha.&lt;br /&gt;But ahhh it was fun catching up with the favourite classmates and seeing their stewpeed faces :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Had Maths tuition with &lt;strong&gt;Theo&lt;/strong&gt; this morning. Then we went to thomsom plaza. She bought her ugly files (:P), &amp; had lunch at delifrance. I ate rasberry yogurt, bought 3 chickenpies &amp;amp; two california handrolls :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt; came to pick us up, and dropped me to get my haircut and.......... it looks pretty much the same T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the ringpop is finishing, i need to go start on the handrolls (and PI @#$%^) now bye.&lt;br /&gt;(YAY for school on mon&amp;tues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssssshhh miss you two cj galzx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-5056657030185923391?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5056657030185923391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5056657030185923391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-belated-manpin-ytd-was-dee.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3931483976134630970</id><published>2007-04-06T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:36:17.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt; (not so)&lt;strong&gt; Good Friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Eliza!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Jonathan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday zixinmycrush!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proj work suckzx manz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3931483976134630970?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3931483976134630970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3931483976134630970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-not-so-good-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3483950046053449907</id><published>2007-04-05T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T07:59:08.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RhUJKmVrIwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4ImfRtXYHyA/s1600-h/snoopy06.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049952634860675842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RhUJKmVrIwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4ImfRtXYHyA/s320/snoopy06.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygawddd this is what &lt;strong&gt;Miss.H&lt;/strong&gt; posted on the class blog. AWW!&lt;br /&gt;Hahah yeah, how nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ahhhhhh i feel like i've lost contact with the www and tv :( Pe + homework + cca, and just school in general sucks me dryyyy.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm very irritated with the fact that i spend $40 on canteen food / week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently suffering from muscle aches ALL OVER. Including my arse. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Had heats during PE on wed, 36/07 did well :D&lt;br /&gt;2nd for 4 x100, 4th &amp; 1st for two separate 8 x 50 races. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered the students' lounge via the window HAHA and omggg the metal things attacked my butt and it was damnnn painful. Then i jumped around the room and landed with my knees on the back of a couch, thinking it was well, leather + sponge. But it turned out to be leather + wood T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Sports Club&lt;/strong&gt;'s very first official cca later in the day! :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was likkkke 7girls and 2guys?? Hahaha! Ran + conditioning, then captain's ball, soccer &amp;amp; touch rug :D&lt;br /&gt;While playing (or at least, trying to) play soccer, random j2-lookalike j1 dudes came and join us. Two stayed on for touch rugby, and whaa they're damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rugby ball was accidentaly smashed into my chin, &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; fell down about 1324x, and has a disfigured palm now, the soccer ball had this strange magnetic attraction to my calves, my shoulder collided with &lt;strong&gt;Kk's&lt;/strong&gt; ear and it was DAMN PAINFUL FOR ME. Like wth hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;And lastlyyyy there was a swollen vein at the sole of my foot, and i couldn't walk for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS STILL DAMN BLOODY FUN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biyan&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i couldn't stop the &lt;em&gt;jian&lt;/em&gt; x7 &lt;em&gt;huo&lt;/em&gt;! thing though. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah ok the main point ish.................... my muscles are dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looong day today, and at 1730, we had another meeting with &lt;strong&gt;Mr A. Lim&lt;/strong&gt;. Ohmy, i didn't expect him to say such "wise words" know. Hahaha! &lt;em&gt;Jian&lt;/em&gt; x7 &lt;em&gt;huo&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Meeting lasted like 1hour? And we didn't do much :S He's DAMN naggy lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biyan Dior&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; i waited for &lt;strong&gt;Valerie&lt;/strong&gt; while she had her uhhh private meeting with him. Then we talked about bitch, and waited for my &lt;strong&gt;Brudda&lt;/strong&gt; to drive me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of classmates &amp;amp; i have been going to the reading room almost everytime we've a long break. It's definately the best place for eyecandies-spotting, 'cuz there are quite alot of j2s there. Hahaha. Yes yes, we girls are all gonna weep when they graduate manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm damn cripped now :( Like, aching from neck to toe :( :(&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes are closing on me, but i refuse to go to sleep. Ok maybe i should, there's still mass early tmr morning.&lt;br /&gt;But i don't wanna walk up the stairs ughh.&lt;br /&gt;Ok nvm bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3483950046053449907?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3483950046053449907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3483950046053449907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/ohmygawddd-this-is-what-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RhUJKmVrIwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4ImfRtXYHyA/s72-c/snoopy06.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3960326022260763725</id><published>2007-04-03T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T05:57:50.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ant&lt;/strong&gt;; Hahaha cool tehpeng ah-so huh! :D Yup, i questioned her about it, hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3960326022260763725?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3960326022260763725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3960326022260763725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/ant-hahaha-cool-tehpeng-ah-so-huh-d-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-8693889203490702005</id><published>2007-04-03T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T05:53:39.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;He finally gave in to his friend's girlfriend when she said "there's someone you should meet" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At a crowded restaurant way cross town, he waited impatiently &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she walked in, their eyes met, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they both stared &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right there and then,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone else disappeared, but &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One boy, one girl, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two hearts beating wildly, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To put it mildly, it was love at first sight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He smiled, she smiled, and they knew right away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was the day they'd been waiting for all their lives. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a moment the whole world &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revolved around one boy, and one girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWW, CAN'T STAND IT LARRRRRR! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaaaaa i think my class blog is effffffff-ing funny, esp &lt;strong&gt;Miss.H&lt;/strong&gt;! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, yayyy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://36-07.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://36-07.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, i'm promoting my class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was probably the most tiring day of my jc life, so far. T'was a terrible timetable day, but pe was fun, getting high on running 2.4km with &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; stitches! Shan't talk about post-pe events, 'cuz they're just not very pleasant. Haha! Ok jk, i've gotten over it. Small shitz lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murdered most of that nasty pile of homework at night, i'm shoooo proud! Mwuaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which resulted in extreme-shagged-ness today. (Ok that term so didn't make sense)&lt;br /&gt;I was falling asleep on almost every teacher. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued trying to paste postits that say stuff like: "&lt;em&gt;Imma hot, sexy, flirtatious mama!&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;Kiss my ass!&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;Strip me :D&lt;/em&gt;" on &lt;strong&gt;Zowieee&lt;/strong&gt; during gp. Hahaha! Ytd we thanked the teacher in chinese, &amp;amp; today in tamil. Gotta figure out jap for the next tutorial haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat around with &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; after school, and TAUGHT HER ECONS (HA! HA! HA! HA! SERIOUSLY.), while waiting for &lt;em&gt;Da Xiao Jie&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt;. Then we cabbed down to thomson plaza. Plan A was to indulged in kfc, and sniff sniff about our sec4-kfc-days. But we aren't healthy babies right now, so ate at Bk instead. Which, really, isn't much better ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked me half-way to the tutor's house. And i had to sit through 2hours of maths ALONE. Ahhh loser. Stupid &lt;strong&gt;Theo&lt;/strong&gt; pungseh-ed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwelllll, anyway yay i've happy lil' programmes in-line for me, can't wait can't wait :D&lt;br /&gt;And first official sports club cca tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, the match the ajc footballers have with uh... &lt;strong&gt;Serangoon Gardens Sec &lt;/strong&gt;tmr. I'm gonna go and watch HEEHEE. And i wouldn't be surprised to find &lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt; at the specs stand with binoculars. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-8693889203490702005?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8693889203490702005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8693889203490702005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/he-finally-gave-in-to-his-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-6763195988796400806</id><published>2007-04-01T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:07:15.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zomg any internet-related homework should be banned! I came online 2hrs 47mins ago with the intentions of researching for pw, but so far all i've done is blog, read blogs, friendster, stalk, msn.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr. And i'm having a major headache, i fink i'm pms-ing or something. 'Cuz i'm SUPER shagged and a crazy stravingg kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, at 2am last night, i ate a piece of yucky cherry jam bread, another slice with butter + sugar (YUM!), milk &amp; spoilt cheese (i didn't know, eek.) and my stomach GROWLED. And i did eat my 4meals during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbbbut i'm planning to lose alot of weight during pe and sports club, so it's hokay :)&lt;br /&gt;And and and i want a class pullover like :O HAPPENING SIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-6763195988796400806?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6763195988796400806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6763195988796400806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/zomg-any-internet-related-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3339629147403032141</id><published>2007-04-01T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:13:04.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's been a while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But your smile always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brightens up my day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Homework sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3339629147403032141?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3339629147403032141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3339629147403032141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-while-but-your-smile-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3236563766491143826</id><published>2007-04-01T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:15:10.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;enen rocks says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will be okay laaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shutup you won't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enen rocks says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's going to recover!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enen rocks says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cos I think it's because I saw a ___ ___&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAAH!! I'm sorry &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; for laughing at your plight, but this is classic HAHAH :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And and!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jennifer says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jennifer says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold on ah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*holds*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait, who's 'on ah'?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HHAHAHA yes thankew i'm very very funny :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the &lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i had a nice lil' spree today. Top, Earrings, Cardigan, Bag(for school whee!) &amp;amp; cap! Hhaha and i didn't pay a single cent :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok now &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; knows my &lt;em&gt;current&lt;/em&gt; topmost secret. Eeeeyer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy shalala :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3236563766491143826?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3236563766491143826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3236563766491143826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/enen-rocks-says-i-will-be-okay-laaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-7661472815306903703</id><published>2007-03-30T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T03:24:52.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wakawekipuma!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOA &lt;strong&gt;36/07&lt;/strong&gt; is damn cool, we've a blog alr! Credits to &lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt; the orange monster! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://36-07.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://36-07.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok anyway I&amp;E day went fine, was alot more fun than i expected, with 36/07's new class cheer + song, and inner cam-whores running wild. Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had &lt;strong&gt;Cheetah&lt;/strong&gt; house meeting after that. Ohwell, i still think &lt;strong&gt;Pumera&lt;/strong&gt; sounds best, but &lt;strong&gt;Cheetah&lt;/strong&gt; has it's good points ;) And the house capt damn nice sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graphic Calculator lesson at the audi. And aaahh damn smart, i didn't bring mine? So i stoned, slept and made a few attempts to steal &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;JenYun's&lt;/strong&gt;. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.. HAHAHA! I think i'm damn &lt;em&gt;hua ci&lt;/em&gt;. But that ain't a bad thing i suppose, can entertain myself 24/7. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then then then! We had a very very happening meeting :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; who has a bump in her eye actually waited for 1 whole hour :O But she was probably busy drooling to actually notice lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna comment on the upcoming stuff 'cuz.. yah. Because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;&lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; went to meet &lt;strong&gt;Yuhan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Biyan&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;Valerie&lt;/strong&gt; went to town, and i came back home 'cuz there's the very first Econs tuition at 2030 later on. I fink i'm gonna be super no-life lar. I already can't go out on saturday morning-afternoons 'cuz of "commitments", and now friday too. Grrreat. Grrrreat. GRRRRRRRREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo farking tired now, gonna faint. 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'Cuz "there are more important lessons on fridays than thursday". Ok, who you kidding? Thursday is my worst day, and friday's timetable is just Econs, Cv &amp; Pw. Mwuahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;amp;E&lt;/strong&gt; day tmr, so no lessons. Gonna be playing games or something like that. O-kwey. But beats having maths tutorial, all hail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it rained. And other than my normal recess and lunch, i ate two pratas :O And it's not as if my cough is gettin' better. It's been two weeks, gonna die preeeeetty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was gooood news today :)&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for 4pm tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the school's uniform checks. Everyone's chopping their locks off, and ew yucks yucks yucks :(&lt;br /&gt;And the teacher who checked me told me to change to my "predominantly black/white shoes" Blaaah :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to mention this though, &lt;strong&gt;Joanne&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i find it damn funny. Before the check, &lt;strong&gt;MissHuang&lt;/strong&gt; (form teacher) was surveying us, and she said to me, "&lt;strong&gt;you'll probably pass lah, but i think your shoes are abit pink.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA! Ok here's a photo of my shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rgu28m1neoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FVna4gRMd8Q/s1600-h/29032007385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047328959732611714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rgu28m1neoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FVna4gRMd8Q/s320/29032007385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abit pink" huh? Hahaha ok it's not very clear, but just to sum it up, it's pink &amp; furry. Which, come to think of it, is not a very good combi. But nahhh, not regreting buying them. I mean, i wanted them sooo badly for like 20mins, so whenever i feel like killing them i'll just think of the 20-min yearn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt; was right, it gets dirty easy. It's almost filthy now. It's suede, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway most of 36/07 had a 2.5hr break, and we went to the meeting room in the library AGAIN for bridge &amp;amp; taitee. We allll got so sick of bridge and only &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to play. Hhahha! Cam-whored, sung and made noise. And this bunch of icky J1 boys were being pestsss. And the worst part was that none of them were anywhere near decent-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe i'm so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during CV today they said that gambling is a major offence. Yeah, okay? But well, i'm gonna take a break from bridge, it's boring hhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rgu4kG1nepI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pjLDMhOH2go/s1600-h/29032007377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047330737849072274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rgu4kG1nepI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pjLDMhOH2go/s320/29032007377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rgu8s21nerI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8dOoGR1wtuw/s1600-h/29032007378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047335286219438770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rgu8s21nerI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8dOoGR1wtuw/s320/29032007378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee classmates ;D I refuse to put up any picture of my face 'cuz i suffered from major water rentention(sp?) today and look like a fat blob :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's bad-fringe day again! Ponytail was pretty, but fringe was crappy. Can't get any uglier, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BFF&lt;/strong&gt;; Hey babe, i know it's hard and almost impossible, but try not to brood over it too much k. It's unhealthy manzx. Life's a bitch, we gotta live with it. Shit happens all the time, and i guess this is just one of the worst times in your life. So yeah, be strong alright, you have us 4eva, and i'm at your service :D Fuckers would get their retribution eventually, 'cuz the good will always triumph over the nasty ones. And you'll marry happy, rmb? I'll always be behind you, unless i'm fighting you, but really, what are the chances haah! Much as i would love to literally punch his face, i know i can't or else i'd get sued. Life sucks huh. But it's ok you're a big girl and i have faith that you'll get over this period, accompanied by all the showers of love from your lovely friends, and live happily, ever, after. I LOVE YEW :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mersa&lt;/strong&gt;; Ha, it's ok &lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt; messaged me anyway :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-5838597418353546565?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5838597418353546565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5838597418353546565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-so-sad-that-i-cannot-literally-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rgu28m1neoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FVna4gRMd8Q/s72-c/29032007385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-5355785003239519421</id><published>2007-03-28T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T04:15:30.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, i realized that i need to blog everyday. Ha wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning PE today. We ran two runs and did 40 of those deeps / dits / dips (???) thingies. My arms were screaming but it felt good torturing myself. Sadist eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was DAMN sleepy the entire day. So it was pretty much an expressionless face, monotonous voice, and nonstop coughing all day. I think i need a doctor, blaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day was actually showering after PE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace &amp; i literally RAN to the toilets when we were dismissed and even though the water pressure was pathetic, it was farrrrking shiok!&lt;br /&gt;And we spent the next two hours walking 'round like... Well, i think we looked like crazy women. But never mind. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and how can i forget, &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; i both ended at 1245 today! So we cabbed back to &lt;strong&gt;Stnicks&lt;/strong&gt; to makan! :D Orange bowl, Ching Cao, Cheng Teng, &amp; Jiang You Ji. Whaaa good shit ok! :DD&lt;br /&gt;We met some teachers, and ohmygawddd &lt;strong&gt;yong meng ge&lt;/strong&gt;'s hair was like :O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back i was damn bloody HOT (pun intended hahahahahah!) and Huiwen was being a complete xi-xing-yan-jiu arsehole, so i went to the library, ALONE. Wandering 'round school alone again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hid behind the bookshelves enjoying the aircon and feeling stupid haha! Halfway through i found &lt;strong&gt;Cheng Mun&lt;/strong&gt; studying alone too. But she left after a couple of minutes, and i went back to.. reading the &lt;strong&gt;Foxtrot&lt;/strong&gt; comic book.. alone. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. ,while hanging out with the SN gang, yes that's our new name :) outside LT1 waiting for our &lt;strong&gt;Interact Club&lt;/strong&gt; interview (kid you not), &lt;strong&gt;Avoid Swallow&lt;/strong&gt; made me laugh like a .. siao kia. I think we should never ever try to study tgt or something. 'Cuz.. we like to laugh. Hhaha&lt;em&gt; ji dong ji dong&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i'm very angry that the interact heads CANNOT PRONOUNCE MY NAME. Like ohmygawd? Seriously, this is the very first time people cannot pronouce WANXIN lar. Even angmohs can do it, hullo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hurr never mind. They were terribly scary during the interview anyway. Literally LOOKING DOWN ON US k. Wha piangzx. Go in start cold-sweating alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i gave this politically SUPER DUPER WRONG answer, and &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;ChengMun&lt;/strong&gt; (it's a 3-people interview) probably wanted to &lt;em&gt;jiang yi qi&lt;/em&gt;, and said the same thing, and omg i kinda regret it now, 'cuz i totally ruined their chances of getting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since.. we pretty much will be cca-less unless we get into interact huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, nehhhh mind look on bright side, can go home earlier on wednesdays. Haha! But anyway as i was saying the interview was even freakier when someone whipped out their N73 and took a picture of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite tempted to smile and pose or something. But that's just stupid. And and! While answering their questions i was subconciously swinging &amp; playing around with my tie. Like what the farkkkk!!!! And even when i realized, i forgot to stop. And because i was sleepy and still is, i went in with this face ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay ok die. No cca, die. Mum gonna killl me. But shhh haven't told her yet. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wha! another long long ah-ma story post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RgpYwW1nenI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OWBEyRyYQCc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046943920209492594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RgpYwW1nenI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OWBEyRyYQCc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After afternoon PE on monday. I look like a fat moron. Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OHYAH the classmates i was whining to about PE, said that i look like a netballer / tracker / hocker. Ok 4u galzZ start laughing now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, fuck the ajc height&amp;amp;weight machine :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-5355785003239519421?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5355785003239519421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5355785003239519421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-i-realized-that-i-need-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RgpYwW1nenI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OWBEyRyYQCc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-5386838630776079884</id><published>2007-03-27T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T03:05:21.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u can provide the mauscline in the relationship and i will be the feminine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAH ok ok! so i need to piggyback you around yah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u can throw ur WEIGHT ard...*grins*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u can carry me through the door on our marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAH think too far lah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juz try nt to screw up and hit my hit on the door k&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it will mess up my tiara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pls don go and photoshop me into a wedding dress ok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hhahaha &lt;strong&gt;Mersa&lt;/strong&gt; now i know what you mean. Alright hooray, i found some form of entertainment online :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's fine i guess. I ended at like 145 today, but stayed on to eat lunch with my non HCL classmates. And now i feel so terrible for eating so much :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They left for lesson, and i just walked around the school alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok i digress, i realize that i'm ALWAYS wandering round the school ALONE with my bag killing my shoulders, and files and DICTIONARY(*stares at serhuiwen*) breaking my arms, &amp; more often than not, smiling to my phone. As in, msg-ing &amp;amp; smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg i'm so weird, i should stop doing that ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to The Day, &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; friend came from lesson, they ate and we waited for ODAC's list of successful applicants to come out. Congrats to you, the person who stays at BukitTimah ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;Biyan&lt;/strong&gt; came, and the three of us went to the library and made farking ALOT of noise. Omg but it was fun. We haven't found a bf for &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; yet, as in the one we had in mind DIDN'T TURN UP, so there's round 2 tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interested BOYS who are rich and not too ugly, please come to the AJC library, lvl1 's lil' room after 1245pm tmr :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok inside joke, but really, do show up yah? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH. Better stop before &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; slams her brand-new dictionary from bukittimah boy on me. HEEHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yah, ok so there's PE again tmr. I'm freakin out, manzz. There's height&amp;weight. And that's.. well, something i always dread. Doesn't help that i've been eating like an earthworm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And F.Y.I earthworms eat alot haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byebyebye, tkcare &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; come school tmr and look for Huiwen's bf with us k :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rgj6NeKH1mI/AAAAAAAAAEo/B47YimK-2jg/s1600-h/ohmygawd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046558491809404514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rgj6NeKH1mI/AAAAAAAAAEo/B47YimK-2jg/s320/ohmygawd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go master zee art of trickery :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-5386838630776079884?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5386838630776079884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5386838630776079884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/wilfred-when-theres-will-theres-way_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rgj6NeKH1mI/AAAAAAAAAEo/B47YimK-2jg/s72-c/ohmygawd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-1376893061444471987</id><published>2007-03-26T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T04:25:15.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAD PE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calves are alr aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity the dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theirs was wayyyyy worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok do i sound very tired? 'Cuz i'm very tired. Hahha i'm like, gonna sleep after this lah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway pe was probably considered slack, but ohmygawd my legs were threatening to buckle and give way and land my face on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;At a point of time i even felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Loser lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if i lose weight after every pe, it's all worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;Xiao-i-have-mei-tui-look-at-me-yyl wouldn't be a joke anymore! Yipee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i found out LOTSA stuff today. Including &lt;strong&gt;Zoe&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nat's&lt;/strong&gt; eyecandy. Like ohhhhmyyygawdddddd WHAT A JOKE (ok, no offense you two!)&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to burst out laughing when i heard them say that the guy with _____ ____ is very cute. Aaaah jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i saw something that made me go whee! HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sucha strange post, anyway i'm losing all my sn-aj buddies ok they don't talk to me anymore ): Shame on y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-1376893061444471987?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/1376893061444471987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/1376893061444471987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-had-pe-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-1124421845598713473</id><published>2007-03-25T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T05:37:25.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahah nooo lah it's a taiwan celeb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Is A Rubber Duckie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. then how come you in the photo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i find the need to blog every 5minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-1124421845598713473?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/1124421845598713473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/1124421845598713473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/giant-polar-bear-it-broke-ice-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-484015199879633602</id><published>2007-03-25T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T05:32:06.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i admit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilfred--- when there's a will there's a way says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ur photoshop skills are gd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHA felt damn shiok when i heard, or rather saw, this :D&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE THIS, &lt;strong&gt;FOO&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;CAMBRIDGE&lt;/strong&gt;?? Huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ignore that. Anyway here's my gp blog url : &lt;a href="http://smarty--skirts.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://smarty--skirts.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolved from "smarty pants", credit to &lt;strong&gt;Dior Lee Xuan&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think my layout's pretty. Even though it's a default layout, so credits to blogger, it's MY BLOG, so it's MY PRETTY LAYOUT.&lt;br /&gt;Muwhaha &lt;em&gt;my precious&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought i would say this, but it's fart-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's lame, i need a wheelchair. And some sleep, before i literally cough muah lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;Bye losers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-484015199879633602?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/484015199879633602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/484015199879633602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/wilfred-when-theres-will-theres-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-6530980394222226447</id><published>2007-03-25T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T03:50:27.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello hello it's a happy day. I'm finally using my freshly repaired computer :) Like finally, i love big screens, Lurvveeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway church this morning, followed by Maths tuition with &lt;strong&gt;Theo&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm so happy i almost completed my tutorial. Almost. One tutorial. But one's better than none, aye. (And it rhymes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then to queensway with family. Spent likke 2hrs there and i got myself a new pair of pink pumas. Pink sounds wrong, but it's actually pretty decent looking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they dropped me off at the new &lt;strong&gt;Pierce Sec&lt;/strong&gt; 'cuz it's zone comp! Met &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt;, and we went to the hawker centre nearby for lunch no.2 haha! Both of us had dessert &amp; fish soup. And now i'm suffering from the aftermath of it. aka coughing like a .. something that coughs alot.&lt;br /&gt;Yeeah, wha that sounded so smart huh ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we came back for the results. Snsj kicked ass :D&lt;br /&gt;For NA, &lt;strong&gt;Kaixin's&lt;/strong&gt; grp got 1st! NC, &lt;strong&gt;Shirley's&lt;/strong&gt; got 2nd, and &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine's&lt;/strong&gt; 3rd! Like woaaaah power sia. Kick those (yahyouknowwhoi'mtalkingaboutright)'s asses yay yay yay! :D Oh and some pierce ah-lians wanted to fight with me and &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt;. Ha ha joke can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok soooooo. I must must must rmb to upload my I&amp;amp;E day photo for geog on the blog by tonight. I took a picture of a recycle bin, smart right! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;And ahhh gp blog. Everyone's been telling me about their gp blogs. Like ohkay. Once i think of a clever url i'll set mine up hohoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-6530980394222226447?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6530980394222226447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6530980394222226447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-hello-its-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-7591902082340003363</id><published>2007-03-23T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T07:16:47.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something's pissing me off and i'm going crazy. So, like, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-7591902082340003363?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7591902082340003363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7591902082340003363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/somethings-pissing-me-off-and-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-304034029507005414</id><published>2007-03-22T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:42:47.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohyah gotta mention this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biyan: &lt;strong&gt;Got&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(cab)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; already a not? Even i reached home already haha.. go home bathe immediately la.. if not you sick then no voice again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;Haha ya just got home. Wha someone so concerned ah hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biyan: &lt;strong&gt;No.. i scared you get discriminated cos they think you are transvertite.. cos of ur manly voice.. then i pai sei to be your friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHA funny right! This is what&lt;strong&gt; Boon&lt;/strong&gt; would call mouth hard heart soft huh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-304034029507005414?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/304034029507005414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/304034029507005414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ohyah-gotta-mention-this-biyan-got-cab.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-7023679844089899670</id><published>2007-03-22T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:15:58.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I.Hate.Tutorials. &amp; Boys.Have.Cooties.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to be in a tiny rectangular class that's so short, and so fat, with the teacher just 5cm away from you. I feel so compressed :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths tutorial was like ohmygawddd. The dude had a list and we had to pass ard and write down our names, am &amp;amp; em grades etc.&lt;br /&gt;... Test of skin-thickness ok. Whole list of As &amp; Bs and suddenly an eyesore. HAIIIIII.&lt;br /&gt;And i really cannot catch up with the lessons and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Need to pull up socks yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway during lit today whhha i was impressed. Hhaah! I like this kinda lit :)&lt;br /&gt;And also..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Uhh, i'm wanxin, and i have a sorethroat.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;For the intro yourself thing. HAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my classmates, but they scare me during lessons. Gahhh should have gone to like... *insert lousy jaycee* manzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the classroom windows are big and there's a nice view. I like, perfect for my stoning practise, wha!&lt;br /&gt;A couple of classmates &amp;amp; i were talking about painting the class, or just doing something to make it more personal. It's like an empty white cell now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i took &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen's&lt;/strong&gt; tamagochi, &lt;strong&gt;Hello&lt;/strong&gt; home :) But really, they can't replace pets. Pets don't need to eat every hour, and shit 3piles of shit in5hours T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;strong&gt;Lee Xuan Dior&lt;/strong&gt;, you'll enjoy the new school more soon. AND YOU HAVE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLASS, HELLOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-7023679844089899670?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7023679844089899670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7023679844089899670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-7221617385047587537</id><published>2007-03-21T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T04:57:03.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I REALIZED I DIDN'T EAT LUNCH TODAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-7221617385047587537?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7221617385047587537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7221617385047587537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-i-realized-i-didnt-eat-lunch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-6239523493039757052</id><published>2007-03-21T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T04:41:09.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello hello. I realized that my two previous posts sound kinda weird, and I CONCLUDE that it's because my dad's lappie is tooo small, and when i type, i feel weird, and therefore type weird.&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie-wednesday today, and ohmygawd i think people who know how to tie ties are so kEwLZz! And ties look soooo good on girls haha. Okok i haven't had the chance to wear a tie 'cuz i just didn't make the cut being a prefect/monitor.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; admitted, with the tie i look like a prefect/monitor. Like those guai lil' girls. My classmates think i'm damn guai + kind-hearted looking too. Hhaha and "happy-looking". Ajc people you are all too kind.&lt;br /&gt;And i saw this eyecandy tying his tie and wow.&lt;br /&gt;.. :)))!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ties, i shall marry one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had hell alot of talks at the audi today. I bet a couple of classes have audi-seat-zits on their bums now haha.&lt;br /&gt;But my quite pure arts class were exempted from the science research talk HEEHEE! So we watched the korean version of Lake House / played bridge at the library (: And i think i'm starting to like the library haha it's so cute and interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biyan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine T&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jenyun&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i went with the interact club to a home. It's like this pre-cca thing, and we're all not confirmed in yet, until next week's interview. Well, and i think i'll join unless they don't want me!&lt;br /&gt;We all thought it was gonna be like SN's interact, for people who wanna.. slack. Wha but this is like, totally for people with big fat hearts. (Like yours truly, moi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was tiring getting to the home, even though it's also at amk. Uh it's for like the handicapped kind, mainly old folks. Or like.. one eye missing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway i just pushed their wheelchairs ard, talk to them, try to understand those who can't speak and are.. severly disabled and scared the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;But allswell (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we agreed at the end that it wasn't a wasted trip lah, 'cuz we really did do something meaningful. And we're planning to go back there, even if we kana rejected, 'cuz we're supposed to bring bananas &amp;amp; oranges to an &lt;strong&gt;uncle steven&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda glad that we did go in the end, even though we SO nearly didn't go and went with this siannnxzxzxxx face. Faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, ugh! No news about touch rug! Raahhhhh &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was pretty glum during the earlier part of the day, 'cuz my throat condition worsen and i couldn't even screeeech scarily or say anything other than ugg.&lt;br /&gt;So i sulked and sulked and wanted to die, I WANNA TALK SO BADLY. To blabber and chatter and annoy everyone senseless is like my. hobby. So deprived now, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've always had more faith in chi medicine than western's. But aiyo, after days of eating my &lt;strong&gt;Mum's&lt;/strong&gt; chi stuff, my throat remained crappy. But after eating the entire smaller packet of strepsils, i could talk at the end of the day! Even though it sounded queer / eunuch-ish / out of tune, whhhha damn happy man. Happyness. Hhaaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway the formal tutorial invaded timetable starts tmr, and it's gonna suck so bad. Rahh, time to get serious, and stop eyecandy-ing watching huh. Pui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waddaya know, aj's getting better by the minute :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-6239523493039757052?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6239523493039757052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6239523493039757052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-296640346977465354</id><published>2007-03-20T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T06:38:40.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Can you don't burp like that? Why you speak so softly and burp so damn loudly sudddenly??" - Le Sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrrrrights, i went to school a mute, but a mute with nice hair. Rejoice! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok uh boring stuff as usual, but there was this performance by some handicapped from indonesia and spore. Like, w/o arms / hands / eyesight etc. And ohmygawd it was just so sad. And most of them had pretty good vocals and it's like wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yah, it also emphasize on the "harsh reality of life" huh. I mean, even for these people, they'll only get a chance to come spore, get a chance to be on stage and perform and everything, only because they're talented.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the "commoners" at the centre just stay put in indonesia and feel jealous and suffocate from haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's besides the point. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's tuesday, so somehow the hotdogs were 50% off and everybody were eating so i tried too, and whhha too bad sia! Ended up with my bowl of yongtauhoo, 2hotdogs &amp; a terrible charsiewpau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i totally forgot what i wanted to blog about 'cuz &lt;strong&gt;Mersa&lt;/strong&gt; and i are bitching on msn hee hee. Skin Damn Thick! SDT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYES.&lt;br /&gt;Mute.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha whenever my new classmates asked i name, this happens:&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;*gestures 1* *mouths WAN*&lt;br /&gt;*gestures &lt;3* *mouths XIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... It's so fucking embarassing i swear. Hahahah but ahh they're friendly yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And really &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt;, you don't get much credit for being my loudhailer, 'cuz you were a bad one. Pft.&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that you understood everything i mouthed. HMPH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hate it when they we have to write down our list of name/dob/email/no. for OGs / classes, 'cuz my email address makes me blush. Haha and my classmates' actions faster than my OG mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today we found out that AJC's pe teachers are blaaa! Either bitchy/ siao / act big / horrible  T___T&lt;br /&gt;But we had fun making fun of the silly sign outside the pe room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent in a proposal for a new cca: Touch Rugby! (:&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers, lil' people, CROSS. YOUR. FINGERS.&lt;br /&gt;Ah then i can be in the exco, and i can call &lt;strong&gt;Valerie&lt;/strong&gt; "captain" Kewl sia kewl sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh the ajc library's pretty nice and cosy for studying (*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i find it amazing that i can type out such a long post about one day in school. See muh life ish sho happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie day tmr, die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-296640346977465354?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/296640346977465354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/296640346977465354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/can-you-dont-burp-like-that-why-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-8912770983966983430</id><published>2007-03-19T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T03:35:42.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day wearing the factory worker / ite-lookalike uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Welllls. I went to school with a slight fever, MAJOR sorethroat and splitting headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was shitty. My head was spinning and cracking, nose was blocked, swollen throat was suffocating me, my head and neck were hawtstuff, and my body was trembling in cold.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 130 &amp; 430 thinking that it was time for school alr, 'cuz i didn't wanna stay in bed and torture myself. And the sad thing is, after an entire night of tossing and turning, i slept Really well after about 5am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up for school anyway, 'cuz it's just stewpeed to miss the "first" day of school. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;BAD x1000 hair day, or rather, fringe. My ponytail was pretty, but my fringe looked like crapped. First thing &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; said was: "Your hair really sucks HAHAHA!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing 'bout my class is that there are 1, 2, 3 guys. Two of which was indians. Not particularly racist, but... yah. Heeh.&lt;br /&gt;T'was secretly hoping for eyecandies in class, even though i have no interest in guys, so aiya, what a letdown huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had geog, econs, lit &amp; pw lectures. Boring but slack, 'cuz they were all intro-to-subj stuff. &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Valerie&lt;/strong&gt; crashed lit with me 'cuz LONER NO FRIENDS WHATTT, and waaaah the teacher let us off 30mins earlier (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with the yong tau hu! (: Had two bowls and i think imma gonna stick to this stall 4eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheng Mun&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Valerie&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; two of &lt;strong&gt;Valerie's&lt;/strong&gt; new fans and i were playing this super.. noisy game. And it was damn aa. Unintentionally :x&lt;br /&gt;We stopped as soon as we realized that we were shrieking and everybody were staring at us ._,&lt;br /&gt;And i had this laughing seizure. Which might explain why i don't have a voice now :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, and my skirt was possibly one of the longest around, and i felt so noob. Haha too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-8912770983966983430?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8912770983966983430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8912770983966983430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-day-wearing-factory-worker-ite.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3136883698530248201</id><published>2007-03-18T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:12:11.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello hello hello. HULLLLO. Ha i missed blogging. Computer decided to go kapook! a couple days ago, and is still kapook-ed, so i'm using the Father's lappie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed, the ajc security guard was being a pest. Instead of making sure that strangers don't go into the school, he decided to take up the job of checking uniforms? Like wtf. So &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; wore slippers, and wasn't allowed entry. And my &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt; drove me and &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; here and bladiblabla *insert long story* i got scolded by the security guard and the number plate was taken down. HOW LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thurs there was the semi-4u class gathering at &lt;strong&gt;Vila'ge&lt;/strong&gt; :DCurbed my cravings for Rosti, and mushroomcheese crepes :) Ate this mountain of mashed potato too. Like whaaa carbs huh. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;But t'was really good to see those fatheads after so long :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to fareast with &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; after that to get "school earrings and socks" HAHAH. So lame, need wheelchairs alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was like fab! Finally got to meet the working galzZ. We went to the cafe at bishan library and did 5hours of talking &amp; 2hrs of studying. Which is actually quite impressive :)&lt;br /&gt;Hazelnut ice blended coffee, fish&amp;amp;chips, &amp; chocolate muffins were all goodstuff! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the library at about 1830 'cuz &lt;strong&gt;Mersa&lt;/strong&gt; had drums. &lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt; decided to go to christtheking church's adoration room, and i tagged along. Welll apparently there wasn't a direct bus from bishan to the church, which is pretty stupid, since it's just two busstops down the straight road.&lt;br /&gt;Hopped on a random bus, and ended up making our way there on foot. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok highlight of the day was when i left. I left at like, 1930? And got home at &lt;strong&gt;2100&lt;/strong&gt;. I asked my &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt; to come and pick me up, but she didn't want to and asked me to walk to amk central and take a bus from there. And since i was completely clueless about where the bus services from the church's busstop goes, and cocked in the head, i walked 20mins to amk central T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited 30mins for 86. Smart gal. And i realized that i pretty much walked from one mrt station to another. Which is just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhhh &gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todayyy, went to town for the usual stuff. Shopped a lil' and then headed to thomson plaza alone, 'cuz my &lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt; was meeting her friends ._. Pungseh-er.&lt;br /&gt;Picked up my VERY EXPENSIVE sch skirts and the &lt;strong&gt;Brother&lt;/strong&gt; drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;Ok now must complain about my skirts + alteration. You know my skirt costs about twice the amount now? Just because i sent them for shortening and tightening. Not abit expensive lah, that tailor, hurr. I'm quite pissed about it hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, tv, dinner. Then &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; enslaved me T_____T Terrrrible gal. But it's ok, i forgive you hahaha. She passed me the partial fractions tutorial, and omgg i had fun doing them just now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll. Long post again. I'm suchan extrovert blogger i can't stand it. Hahaha extrovert bloggers always sound so stupid. *Dramatic sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i just went to check out the list of classes for the new J1s. I counted about 18 people for my class, and 7 with my combi. Or something like that hahhaha i'm damn bo-liao, i knowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm falling asleep alr, still have church tmr, BYE BYE BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3136883698530248201?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3136883698530248201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3136883698530248201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-6636477058392231826</id><published>2007-03-13T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T04:59:25.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Contradicts that legendary AJ rap HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes from afar and carries with it all my good intentions says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am an AJ student.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes from afar and carries with it all my good intentions says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am boring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes from afar and carries with it all my good intentions says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont have a boyfriend either, i dont err....go out everyday either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes from afar and carries with it all my good intentions says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i have no character.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it comes from afar and carries with it all my good intentions says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-6636477058392231826?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6636477058392231826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6636477058392231826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/thats-dior.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-5015429900645500697</id><published>2007-03-13T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T04:47:44.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok today was &lt;strong&gt;Bad Luck Day&lt;/strong&gt;. Damn birdshitass suay i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; at 9 + at my busstop and went to ajc tgt. Hung ard and got our STINKIN' uniforms and waited for &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Jen Yun&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Valerie&lt;/strong&gt; to appear.&lt;br /&gt;Ok firstly, the uniform is damn bloody smelly. And it's so stiff and hard like.. a stick. And the shape is STUPID, it makes me look more like a pig than ever. Anddd what else, oh yes the skirt is fffffffcuking long. Like really fucking long. &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; said i looked like a cleaner when i threw them on ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Hougang interchange with &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; to replace my fucking ezlink card. And the woman at the counter was such a bitaaach. I'm not being mean, seriously, she was. Pain in the ass ok.&lt;br /&gt;So anal about my primary school photo they have in the system, and was smirking and smiling in this VERY VERY kiam pah way. Like she was laughing at me or something. Not in the good / friendly way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she was all, "later the bus driver confiscate you have to pay $19 make again bla bla bla or something" in the... BEAT ME UP!!! tone. And i was all, "&lt;strong&gt;it's ok, nvm, my original ezlink card also this photo what.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and a series of "&lt;strong&gt;no, it's ok, i look the same&lt;/strong&gt;" "&lt;strong&gt;it's the same photo as my old ezlink card&lt;/strong&gt;" ("&lt;strong&gt;yah it's the same one WHAT&lt;/strong&gt;." -Huiwen) "&lt;strong&gt;huh, nvm, my old ezlink card's photo is also taken in primary sch&lt;/strong&gt;" "&lt;strong&gt;okok, i'll make again if it gets confiscated.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER A WHILE, she called dunno who, probably some hq thingie, and then smirked like she's paid to do so, and asked in the I SUSPECT YOU tone (HAHAHAH lotsa tones ehhhh)&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;you just entered jc?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;yahh.&lt;/strong&gt;" *nods*&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;just?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;yah.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;like recently just this few days. just?&lt;/strong&gt; (or something like that.)"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;yah, JUST.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and all this while this nasty suspecting, i-hate-kids sinister smile, she looked like she was gonna roll her eyes, please.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;we don't have your record, go and ask your school to fax your records to translink, then come back with a PHOTO taken wearing A UNIFORM&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(she totally emphasized on the caps-ed words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, ya? Pain in the ass ok. Fine, it's not her fault that that it's not in the records but whats with the kp attitute lah. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;She totally spoilt my day ok.&lt;br /&gt;(in case anyone's wondering, kp doesn't stand for kiampah. I'm not so kind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go back there to make my card anymore lah UGH. But it's the nearest :S&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, whatever, if i do go back, i'll get the malay lady to help me. And say to her "&lt;strong&gt;aaah sorry, i don't want you, you old hag &gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she looks like a demon hor. Her face is like chalky-white with powder and all the crap, her rebonded hair looks like it got attacked by a fan, and well.. that's all, but yeah, it's more than enough to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.. old.. @@#. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before this, some bus driver was very bitchy to me too. And acted as if i was lying to him about me being a student. Like PUH-LEASE?? I told him i lost my ezlink card so i've no proof and yada yada once again got the $%% attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i supposed to feel honoured that all these old people think that i look old huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resorted to kfc, and the food was bad manzxzx. Headed to popular and OMGG we had so much fun there, i swear. Like three lil' hyenas lurking around laughing at the files and pens. Ok sounded like we stole, but we didn't. 'Cuz honesty is the best policy LOL. Shame though, the files are so overpriced ): But we've the same files now heeheeehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh went to the arcade. Ok i STILL suck balls at Daytona. I think that can be a reason for my bf to dump me in the future lah. "&lt;strong&gt;You suck at Daytona. You scream at the screen and you get dizzy, let's break up.&lt;/strong&gt;" Or something HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But wooo, the Hammer game rocks. Lurrrve it ok. But gonna get muscle aches tmr 'cuz i vented my anger on the moles, rats, flies etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN. *Drumrolls* Everyone knows how much i hate my new phone which is expensive AND lousy and hangs like some sucidal person rrrrright. Wellllll i almost lost it along with my wallet which was, for the lil' few times in my life, full. My heart stopped. Like totally stopped. I almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too busy with my heavy bag and stupid bag of uniforms that i stupidly left BOTH on the hammer machine. Like how smart is that! Wha can die man. If i lose them both, along with the IC in my wallet, i don't need to go home alr :x&lt;br /&gt;But thank god, &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; went to ask the person who changes money into $1 coins, and WAHHHH! It was with her know! I almost fainted, once again, but from happiness. And after awhile i realized that my phone was turned off. You smell a rat too?&lt;br /&gt;Well, heck, got them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is a really long post, and the evil woman should be very honoured HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;I still have to go back to ajc tmr to change my uniform. Blouse too big, skirt too small. Smart gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St.nicks is like MY school, while Ajc is THE school. Aaaah i still wanna wear my pinafores :(&lt;br /&gt;And i really don't like being in a co-ed sch, i don't know why. Boys are stupid hahahah. And if you're a friendly person and treat boys as girls and girls as boys you'd probably be labelled a flirt or something.&lt;br /&gt;Jaycees are stupid. Let's stay in our secondary schools and classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is REALLLLY GETTING LONNGGGG but i've to mention something! While packing my table i found the goals i had to set for &lt;strong&gt;Adam Khoo's&lt;/strong&gt; workshop for O's. And omg i fufilled and exceeded all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-5015429900645500697?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5015429900645500697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5015429900645500697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-today-was-bad-luck-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-8474719101051490100</id><published>2007-03-12T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:05:40.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm craving yami yogurt, B&amp;amp;J's cookie dough and honey green tea. Oh Lord save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-8474719101051490100?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8474719101051490100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8474719101051490100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-craving-yami-yogurt-b-cookie-dough.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-8717189669139830156</id><published>2007-03-12T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:02:08.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok i read the straits times article "Average students losing out as JC-qualified kids head for polys" and omgggg i just feel like strangling necks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the parents don't see that it's their own kids' fault that they can't get into the courses they wanna get into, simply because they didn't do as well as the rest. I mean you can't blame the "higher scorers" for choosing polys, can you? They did well, they have choices, kudos to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the parents that complain are really eat finish nothing to do know. Got so much time to write letter to straits times huh. It's like, they're making it sound as if it's someone else's fault that their kids are not up to par and cannot get into their desired courses. Ok, so the education system is unfair, and the grading system is stupid. But what to do, just accept it lah. If you cannot cope and survive it's YOUR problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's their kids' fault and business, so why are they putting the blame on the rest who did better and wanna choose the poly route???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is not fair, because while the higher scorers can choose to get into polytechnic, the average student cannot get into junior college"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS made me blow my top, and boil like water, i tell you. She / He said it alr, "HIGHER SCORERS" and "AVERAGE STUDENT", check the dictionary, aye? If the higher scorers don't have an advantage over the average students, what for did they work so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, finding fault with the education system just 'cuz you can't get into one of those WOOHOO! courses is just lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And STOP wasting newspaper space, please lah. I mean there are more meaningful and important things that the straits times can report y'know. Like... shit can't think of anything. Ok I KNOW, and analysis on why indonesia is so damn suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if your kid got a pretty avg score, but has no school and has to go and sweep the road, FINE, COMPLAIN LAH. But the situation now is that there are still alot of places in the not-so-popular courses man. If you really wanna pursue something, go overseas lah. No money, then aww, that's life, i'm sorry yo, face it. (Ok i know i sound very mean, but really that's life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i conclude that these complain queens and complain brats should.. uh. Go away and keep quiet and accept their fate and stop whining :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Beats me why i was so ji dong about the damned article, but i just was hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, no offense to anybody, other than the youknowwhos. And i'm not saying that they don't have the rights to be angry with the higher scorers. They do, but they should just keep it to cursing them at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY i cleared my table again just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RfUG3tRB4NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iAJi5ZkGk9g/s1600-h/trash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040942912024731858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RfUG3tRB4NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iAJi5ZkGk9g/s320/trash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And halfway through i found two tubes of barely used body paint. Hee hee hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RfUF5NRB4LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gEQ1Mp1jvPs/s1600-h/12032007280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040941838282907826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RfUF5NRB4LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gEQ1Mp1jvPs/s320/12032007280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RfUF5dRB4MI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tjOWGCXZK48/s1600-h/12032007282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040941842577875138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RfUF5dRB4MI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tjOWGCXZK48/s320/12032007282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RfUHJ9RB4OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MP3R-N0zOeQ/s1600-h/09032007269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040943225557344482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RfUHJ9RB4OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MP3R-N0zOeQ/s320/09032007269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the picture of one of the moustaches we made that the nasty ogfs didn't use. Ok i look like i have no hair here. And see, blackface, cuz it was very hot. Hhahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-8717189669139830156?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/feeds/8717189669139830156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8621815&amp;postID=8717189669139830156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8717189669139830156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8717189669139830156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-i-read-straits-times-article-average.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RfUG3tRB4NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/iAJi5ZkGk9g/s72-c/trash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-4750727795525985356</id><published>2007-03-11T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:28:25.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've nothing to blog about 'cuz i've no life. I watched CSIs, ate very good yogurt and read 7pages of econs notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realise that the thing i dread most about meeting new people in class, is the fainting during pe part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaah starting to regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-4750727795525985356?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4750727795525985356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4750727795525985356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-nothing-to-blog-about-cuz-ive-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-5038519854240063779</id><published>2007-03-10T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:09:32.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just went on to &lt;strong&gt;IVLE&lt;/strong&gt; to check out the e-lectures and notes, and boy am i glad that i'm so &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;'Cuzzzzz there's like HEAPS of work to cover and i fink imma gonner dye peefore marge orlidays an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough that i'm not as brainy as the rest, now i still hafta learn everything the rest learnt in 1 term, in one short week. Even though i have no one else to blame but myself, but still.. gotta rant gotta rant gotta rant. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;*weeps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm reeaally crossing me fingers for h1 lit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-5038519854240063779?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5038519854240063779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5038519854240063779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-went-on-to-ivle-to-check-out-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3140521454771669938</id><published>2007-03-09T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:31:05.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who dares to mess with us will be prata,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who dares to mess with us will be chaota.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok last day of orientation. I concluded that i can't blame ajc for my unhigh-ness, and high stonning level. It's the friends yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i escaped and sat along the drains during finale mass dances, we started screaming &amp;amp; getting all hyped up seeing &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; shake her arse. And seconds before meeting &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt;, my expression stayed like this ._. for a.. very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, just when i beginning to have fun and bond with my og mates.... TADAH! New class. Seriously dreading it lar. What if i hate them, and what if they hate me, and what if they think &lt;strong&gt;Wonderful Wanxin&lt;/strong&gt; sounds stupid, and what if they laugh at me when i faint during my first pe.&lt;br /&gt;HUHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wunderful friends had to ditch me and take sciences. Biatttttches :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway today's programme was actually not bad. If my og was made up of purely 4u people, WHHHHA confirmed have so much fun that i kana heartattack or something :D&lt;br /&gt;But then.. Ohwell... Yah, you know. Uh huh. So..... yahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games and all were pretty damn fun. Even though i embarassed myself during the skip-rope part. With half the og yelling "JUMP HIGHER!"&lt;br /&gt;Wha piangszx, no face sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then disgusting mass dances. Whereby &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; and i both had an urgent need to sit on the benches outside the toilet halfway through. Hhahaahah.&lt;br /&gt;Mass dances are really damn fcuking stupid :(&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, i feel damn fcuking stupid dancing HAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was terrible terrible lunch. Ajc is trying to choke and kill me!!!!!!!! Prawn mee with no soup cos not enough soup!?!?! Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;click!&lt;/strong&gt; and i cried, even though it's my second time watching and i know that &lt;strong&gt;adam sandler&lt;/strong&gt; didn't die, but it's just sooooo sad. And &lt;strong&gt;Kate Beckinsale&lt;/strong&gt; deserves like 23049million sexy claps :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dude from og (hahaha i dunno most of their names) taught us this DAMN funny + cute + hilarious game :D&lt;br /&gt;And it was fun playing all the funny games, and ignoring the other half of the og.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made two moustaches thing for the "cat on ram" thing. Some make-a-costume-outta-recycled-materials-and-make-the-models-parade that kinda cliche thang. And those mardafarkin (pardon the language i feel the need to express my displeasure) ogfs DIDN'T USE THEM. Do they know how much effort we put in, and that my legs were cramping like siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down on the burning hot floor at AJ square in the burning killer sun was Pure. Torture. Ajc really wants to put the students to the test hor, see who will faint first. 100pts to the ancient that lasts the longest ._.&lt;br /&gt;But got eyecandy LOL LOL LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finale was kinda boring, for me that is. While everyone else were high on dope, jumping like they're possessed, screamin' like mad dawgs, and grabbing other people, OHYAH and running marathons(HAHAHAH), i was like ._. stone. Boring. Stone. Boring. Wheres &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt;. Stone.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my og thinks i'm a boring person mhm.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and about 3people told me that i'm "&lt;em&gt;wen rou&lt;/em&gt;" &amp; "&lt;em&gt;si wen&lt;/em&gt;" on the day 1 &amp;amp; 2. Kinda complimenting huh :) Hahha but i think after a few games sessions..... Yah, they kinda stopped saying stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day!!! I met someone got &lt;strong&gt;Xin Wan&lt;/strong&gt;. Like seriously. How freaky is that. But her name doesn't even make sense, i mean, new bowl? HA-HA-HA. Poor girl, she must get laughed at pretty damn often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; is terrible she thinks imma dicks over chicks person. STUPID YOU, STUPID &gt;;X&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3140521454771669938?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3140521454771669938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3140521454771669938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-dares-to-mess-with-us-will-be-prata.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-7422937609907247082</id><published>2007-03-08T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T04:08:37.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually i've no idea why i'm blogging, because i'm so shitass shagged now i wanna faint on the spot and never wake up. I almost didn't make it back home manzx. (&lt;em&gt;xie xie&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ser hui wen&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm gonna torture myself and blog and stay online anywayyyy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay second day of orientation was, as expected, wayyy more fun than the first.&lt;br /&gt;T'was mainly mass dances, games &amp; cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like the dances AND dancing, but i feel so obliged to learn it 'cos everyone seem so enthu about it HAHA. And i suay suay partnered sticky-hand-boy for the couple dance :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games were actually.. quite fun i guess. My og got pretty high after we starting winning hahaah. But my legs feel crippled now, from the running from station to station. Yes yes i suck. And more running tmr ohmahgawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drops dead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is seriously so effing draining :( But at least my og seems to be getting nicer, soooo yay. Dreading my class though. Need to start all the "hi, my name is wanxin :)" thang, and live with unfamiliar faces all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, i'm going for the finale tmr, even though a couple of people from my og, plus &lt;strong&gt;Biyan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; aren't. No harm playing more games and watching movie aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is friendster becoming senile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Re_8XTiY3BI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rF6iWV_d5jM/s1600-h/stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039523985362574354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Re_8XTiY3BI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rF6iWV_d5jM/s320/stupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;I was in my own freakin' acct, and it didn't allow me to view my profile smart right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-7422937609907247082?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7422937609907247082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7422937609907247082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/actually-ive-no-idea-why-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Re_8XTiY3BI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rF6iWV_d5jM/s72-c/stupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-8985319013961106793</id><published>2007-03-07T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T06:29:36.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohhhh noooo i'm going blind. my left eye's feeling damn sore and hot i can't even open it. helppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turtle ways"&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-8985319013961106793?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8985319013961106793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8985319013961106793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ohhhh-noooo-im-going-blind.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-2297905175533544966</id><published>2007-03-07T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T05:29:00.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Once again, you can't have luck when someone else has skills.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt;, i've no originality.&lt;br /&gt;Ytd's mahjong sessions to celebrate the entry into aj was great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dior Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Yuhan&lt;/strong&gt; came. But &lt;strong&gt;Yuhan&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't know howta play, so my &lt;strong&gt;Bro&lt;/strong&gt; played instead.&lt;br /&gt;(While &lt;strong&gt;Yuhan&lt;/strong&gt; spent the day eating smelly gummies and messsaging heeheeehaahaaa ;] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;strong&gt;Yuhan&lt;/strong&gt; left, &lt;strong&gt;Lorraine&lt;/strong&gt; came for dinner and we played for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. In total, i won $13 :D&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to my.. secret weapon shhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was terrible terrible terrible. Aj has lived up to my expectations: B-O-R-I-N-G. Hahahah and being in that og with a pretty bonded class reeeaaally isn't a good thing. But AIYAAA i'll live.&lt;br /&gt;And it'll eventually be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm praying that &lt;strong&gt;Theo&lt;/strong&gt; gets in aj. And i'm praying that &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt;.. Ok no &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen deserves&lt;/strong&gt; VJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i've decided that work is better than school. School suxxx to the maxxx to the core.&lt;br /&gt;(core rhymes with bore)&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, "&lt;em&gt;ming tian hui geng hao&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[despite everything sucky, t'was still a good day. happy enough to dance manz]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my two working galz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-2297905175533544966?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2297905175533544966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2297905175533544966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/once-again-you-cant-have-luck-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-8888022305061786338</id><published>2007-03-06T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:54:44.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok when &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; called me at 730am to tell me that i got into AJ, i was like.. orh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt; asked me to double check, and when i saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of your application are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted Institution: &lt;strong&gt;ANDERSON JUNIOR COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Course Name: &lt;strong&gt;ANDERSON JUNIOR COLLEGE (ARTS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Course Code: &lt;strong&gt;21A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt very proud of myself. And about.. 0 outta 4 people in the family expected me to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum:&lt;strong&gt; Whhhha heng ah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister: &lt;strong&gt;Har so lucky ahh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ohwell, it's comforting to know that i don't have to check out the directory just to get to school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;But then again........ hokey dokey nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-8888022305061786338?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8888022305061786338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8888022305061786338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-when-dior-called-me-at-730am-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-5636614379175768358</id><published>2007-03-05T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:07:01.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RevAwADHdHI/AAAAAAAAADw/P7Ybm8YKVr8/s1600-h/1997163811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038332539023357042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RevAwADHdHI/AAAAAAAAADw/P7Ybm8YKVr8/s320/1997163811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RevBAQDHdII/AAAAAAAAAD4/3WHEo5OJ624/s1600-h/1997163811ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038332818196231298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RevBAQDHdII/AAAAAAAAAD4/3WHEo5OJ624/s320/1997163811ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RevBAQDHdII/AAAAAAAAAD4/3WHEo5OJ624/s1600-h/1997163811ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his fingers + hand + lower arm looks damn sexy! HAAHHA I LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-5636614379175768358?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5636614379175768358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5636614379175768358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-his-fingers-hand-lower-arm.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RevAwADHdHI/AAAAAAAAADw/P7Ybm8YKVr8/s72-c/1997163811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-4338139717618903589</id><published>2007-03-05T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:45:59.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO,,, pungseh-ed &lt;strong&gt;Letters from Iwo Jima&lt;/strong&gt;. (Aahhhhh sorry folks!!) Because my &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt; made me stay at home so my &lt;strong&gt;Ah Ma&lt;/strong&gt; wouldn't be alone, and i can cut oranges for her etc. She's here to stay for a couple of days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's kinda weird, cos she's like sitting behind me right now, ON THE FLOOR, looking at some of my &lt;strong&gt;Dad's&lt;/strong&gt; old photography books. It's kinda weird.. 'cuz she's sorta talking to herself.&lt;br /&gt;.... HAHHAAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok neh mind, old people are old and thus have the right to act weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ytd was fun :}&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day playing taitee with the cousins, watching the older generation play mahjong (and :O-ing at $30 earnt during &lt;em&gt;an ghang&lt;/em&gt;s), bringing lil' boys to the playgrounds, stuffing mah face silly with some pretty good food &amp; drinking green tea.&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Hahaha not bad really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And the bonus of an &lt;strong&gt;Auntie&lt;/strong&gt; commenting "&lt;strong&gt;so skinny still can eat so&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt;". Ok ok she needs specs, fine, i knowww. I can picture my &lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt; snigggering alr. Stoops, let me happy happy awhile lah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lil' wintermelon newphew came and he kept gurgling &amp;amp; laughing when i helped him "massage" his back. AAAAAHHHHH SO ADORABLE :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhm i fear for posting tmr. Because if &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; is trust-worthy, it's hullo cj/yj for me manzx. But &lt;em&gt;i guess&lt;/em&gt; i'll be o-kuey with whatever school i end up with as long as it's one of my 3 choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GUESS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-4338139717618903589?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4338139717618903589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4338139717618903589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-pungseh-ed-letters-from-iwo-jima.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-2394046002264025241</id><published>2007-03-03T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T04:10:11.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;He's making a list, he's checking it twice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho merry xmas :)&lt;br /&gt;Ok yah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To town in the afternoon for some funny business with the &lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt;, and saw a couple of company people at work haha. Pity it's the wrong group lol.&lt;br /&gt;Bought boxers for first days of school wahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anthea's&lt;/strong&gt; house after that for the cny lunch/tea/dinner thing. WOAH. I swear the food was bloody good. I ate loaaaads x10. Hahaha but yeaah cheers to good food man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got dragged to thomson plaza by the &lt;strong&gt;Parents&lt;/strong&gt; to buy toilet paper and drinks for the end-of-new-year.. celebration at my uncle's house tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Is it even considered a celebration? Shouldn't we be in mourning? It's like The End yo.&lt;br /&gt;But aiya no choice yah, if only i was born in china about 2134506years ago, maybe we would all be in mourning tmr. Death of cny. *cue wailings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay i'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;Letters from Iwo Jima&lt;/strong&gt; on monday, when i don't even think it's gonna be wow. And even though the &lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt; says Don't watch,i'm going to, just to prove that i'm a stubborn pig and is gonna fall into the river and drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tv time, tata.&lt;br /&gt;(And phone bills, &lt;strong&gt;suck&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-2394046002264025241?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2394046002264025241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2394046002264025241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hes-making-list-hes-checking-it-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-2975595057299493747</id><published>2007-03-03T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T08:48:23.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok &lt;em&gt;da jia&lt;/em&gt;, there's time for eyecandy before&lt;em&gt; bai fen bai&lt;/em&gt; starts! :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RehU9wDHdGI/AAAAAAAAADc/dEqBP12ZAtQ/s1600-h/454290uc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037369603060626530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RehU9wDHdGI/AAAAAAAAADc/dEqBP12ZAtQ/s320/454290uc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RehU2gDHdFI/AAAAAAAAADU/GR6cFSF16VQ/s1600-h/rg0000039617003tv0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037369478506574930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RehU2gDHdFI/AAAAAAAAADU/GR6cFSF16VQ/s320/rg0000039617003tv0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RehUyADHdEI/AAAAAAAAADM/_NEz9HWzubo/s1600-h/6262az7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037369401197163586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RehUyADHdEI/AAAAAAAAADM/_NEz9HWzubo/s320/6262az7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i don't wanna tear people's hair out anymore. I'm happy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-2975595057299493747?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2975595057299493747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2975595057299493747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-da-jia-theres-time-for-eyecandy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RehU9wDHdGI/AAAAAAAAADc/dEqBP12ZAtQ/s72-c/454290uc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-6168839666294810922</id><published>2007-03-02T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T03:29:35.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can't have luck when someone else has skills.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwuahaha. Mahjong with &lt;strong&gt;Biyan Dior&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; at my house today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; came first, and we had a small sushi feast, which was &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FREE!&lt;/span&gt; 'cuz &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; paid for it, hee hee no i shan't pay you back :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biyan&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; came tgt, and &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; being that gei- kiang known-it-all smart alec decided to try and find her own way in, and got both of them lost. AND even worse, refused to walk back to the busstop 'cuz she's as stubborn as the donkey who fell into the river and drowned.&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got us B&amp;J's at the mama stall, then back home to dry swim :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was PURE TORTURE playing with &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; ok. She's worse than my &lt;strong&gt;Sister&lt;/strong&gt;, and that's like, baaaaaaaad. So we've decided to officially exclude her outta our future mahjong games. Go polish up your skills, yeeeah? HHAHAAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we gambled damn small, so i ended up winning only 50cents, but better than nothing yah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we realized that mac delivery's sprite is DAMN GOOD. Like somehow. But *SLURPS* yum! :}&lt;br /&gt;Ok i sound so retarded .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; came in the evening, and after a while they all left for the class gathering. Whichhh i didn't even bother to ask my &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt; 'cuz she would say no anyway lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after today i finally realized why my &lt;strong&gt;parents&lt;/strong&gt; LURRRVE my &lt;strong&gt;brother's&lt;/strong&gt; friends soooo much. Ha. But it's terribly understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;ANDD i feel like screaming and tearing people's hair out now. Ugh you PHEEESH. @#$%^&amp;* Screw you screw you screw youuuuuuuu!!!!&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/8621815-6168839666294810922?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6168839666294810922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6168839666294810922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/cant-have-luck-when-someone-else-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3320218900838511630</id><published>2007-03-01T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T04:40:32.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rain Rain Go Away says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excuse me !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Rain Rain Go Away says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whats on your blog lah !?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rain Rain Go Away says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dior came looking hassaled later on, but with woohooo clevage all! HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Rain Rain Go Away says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i find it fairly offending, so does my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ha toooo bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do something about it lahhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN'T RIGHTTTTTT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Rain Rain Go Away says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;childish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Rain Rain Go Away says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one day when i die without notice, youre going to regret all your actions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA STUPID GIRL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3320218900838511630?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3320218900838511630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3320218900838511630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/rain-rain-go-away-says-excuse-me-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3859257620698828363</id><published>2007-03-01T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T03:56:47.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Don't need the sun to shine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To make me smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello yello, d'you know that &lt;strong&gt;Marche&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't exist in singpore anymore!? &lt;strong&gt;Mersa Jen&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i went all the way to suntec to curb the roosti crave, and ahmahhgawd it's gone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; came looking hassled later on, but with woohooo clevage all! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;strong&gt;Fish &amp; co&lt;/strong&gt; instead and i think the glasshouse food is more yummy. And they should call it &lt;strong&gt;Potato &amp;amp; co&lt;/strong&gt;, since the fries were wayy better than the fish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yami yogurt&lt;/strong&gt;, popcorn &amp; nachos, &lt;strong&gt;The Pursuit of Happ&lt;em&gt;y&lt;/em&gt;ness&lt;/strong&gt;! My stomach was threatening to burst! &amp; my teeth were so tired lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the pursuit of happyness wasn't very inspirational. Just &lt;em&gt;abit&lt;/em&gt;. If i had an outstanding talent or something it would have worked better :)&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the dude succeeded in the end cos he rocks at numbers &amp; is good with people. Hurr, not realistic please. But the boy is so terribly adorable. I would lurrvve a kid like that  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i left first cos &lt;strong&gt;MersaJen&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to shop and all. Thennnnn we stumbled across &lt;em&gt;TADAH!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yuhan&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;Biyan&lt;/strong&gt; + friends at &lt;strong&gt;Gelare&lt;/strong&gt;! Waited for them and went to take train tgt. Whhha gossipmongers 4eVaZz :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddddd so happening sia, met &lt;strong&gt;Clara&lt;/strong&gt; at the yck 70 busstop! Like yay! Company + catching up all the way to almost the doorstep eh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the highlight of the day is that i lost my ezlink card :((((&lt;br /&gt;What the effff. It's damn funny, because in the morning my &lt;strong&gt;sister&lt;/strong&gt; was telling me that i was gonna lose my card or something. And i really did! But it reallyyy sucks :/&lt;br /&gt;I still have to go all the ulu places to replace. NEED TO PAY RIGHT T______T BLAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only comfort is, no more giraffe photo! But aw so sad can. I like my card, yo.&lt;br /&gt;But neh mind, old don't go new don't come. The sides were peeling anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok why the fcuk do i sound so positive about losing me ezlink my mums gonna chop my head off ._.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3859257620698828363?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3859257620698828363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3859257620698828363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-need-sun-to-shine-to-make-me-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-2371791154765640671</id><published>2007-02-27T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T07:58:11.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/ReRRyAJjrFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SMCzvtkHNnM/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036240202782452818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/ReRRyAJjrFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SMCzvtkHNnM/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;&lt;strong&gt;Mersa&lt;/strong&gt; came over today :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We played HOURS of monopoly (credits to &lt;strong&gt;Ant&lt;/strong&gt; for the monopoly we never returned!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/ReRQZAJjrDI/AAAAAAAAACk/D4UH9I5luPk/s1600-h/27022007227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036238673774095410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/ReRQZAJjrDI/AAAAAAAAACk/D4UH9I5luPk/s320/27022007227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the amount of property i have!! (And the.. lack of money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/ReRQhgJjrEI/AAAAAAAAACs/KxiL1WtW-0U/s1600-h/27022007228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036238819802983490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/ReRQhgJjrEI/AAAAAAAAACs/KxiL1WtW-0U/s320/27022007228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But after awhile..! :D&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Mersa&lt;/strong&gt; was owing me money in thousands hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about heeheehaahaa etc.&lt;br /&gt;Ate some cny goodies, the jelly i made :) , then dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;The Arena&lt;/strong&gt;, and ahmahgawd i really hope RI won. (we all missed the results show damnit)&lt;br /&gt;We were hanging around outside my house, taking up space on the roads &amp;amp; discussing about tmr. But aye, shame, &lt;strong&gt;the mother&lt;/strong&gt; has plans.&lt;br /&gt;So all our planning gone down drain ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye, my friends are sHoo0 k3wLzZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-2371791154765640671?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2371791154765640671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2371791154765640671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/jen-mersa-came-over-today-we-played.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/ReRRyAJjrFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SMCzvtkHNnM/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-5538454076546679136</id><published>2007-02-26T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T07:59:08.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Juice by You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a.. great day. Met &lt;strong&gt;Mersa&lt;/strong&gt; at her busstop at about 1700, to bugis junction. Walked around and talked. &lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt; came, honey green tea (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the way to the office when we saw &lt;strong&gt;Jolyn&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Hafez&lt;/strong&gt;. So hung around until &lt;strong&gt;Jolyn&lt;/strong&gt; finished selling, then to the office tgt.&lt;br /&gt;Got my pay, and got pissed off at the management for being biatchy.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, i'm grateful for the cash- lil' bit of sarcasm &amp;amp; whatnots wouldn't kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited awhile for &lt;strong&gt;Jolyn&lt;/strong&gt; to settle some stuff with some heartbreaker (HAHA!), then off to.. ok i can't rmb its name. Some japanese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was pretty good, bill came up to only 60bucks cos there was this odd 20% discount. Hahah we suspect it's cos the chef loved us. The "well done :)" we wrote under comments really make sense now. He popped behind the cashier when i went to pay, so.. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was really weird + funny (in both senses of the word), but it's all good entertainment lah. And it's bonus that he wasn't too bad looking. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had uber fun during the meal, we laughed so much and made so much noise.&lt;br /&gt;Good food, good friends, good seats &amp; fat wallet, what more to ask for? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok last words: i love my friends. Esp that few i've been whining to, you know who you are. I'm really sorry, but hey, I won't try to drown myself in the toilet bowl anymore. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a start i wouldn't make you wait 8hours for a reply.&lt;br /&gt;But one sided just wouldn't work, everyone knows that, thank you for the minimal efforts and being a gentleman anyhow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/ReMDgAJjrBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Tyky_V--0QM/s1600-h/24022007204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035872656661130258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/ReMDgAJjrBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Tyky_V--0QM/s320/24022007204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-5538454076546679136?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5538454076546679136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5538454076546679136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/turtles-are-ugly-and-they-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/ReMDgAJjrBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Tyky_V--0QM/s72-c/24022007204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-8687805282921150201</id><published>2007-02-25T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:19:57.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>theodora says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ehh you have become PREETEHier and/....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theodora says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLUTTIER hahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;har who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theodora says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*faints*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt Scotch says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt Scotch says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLUTTIER ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;theodora says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i saw your pict on your blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theodora says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha WOAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahahah whapiangs where got slutty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theodora says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what has become of wanxin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt Scotch says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which one ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theodora says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt Scotch says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i go see again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theodora says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the first one that you can see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theodora says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her pose is so ahem seductive LOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend just called me slutty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ha stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, yay yay yay for tmr :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-8687805282921150201?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8687805282921150201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8687805282921150201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/theodora-says-ehh-you-have-become.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-542024105615445775</id><published>2007-02-23T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T05:06:55.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday DAN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sings*&lt;br /&gt;(Ok just kidding, you know i'm tone-deaf right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkk today was &lt;strong&gt;Lee's&lt;/strong&gt; CNY gathering thing. &lt;strong&gt;Jad&lt;/strong&gt; was supposed to meet at punggol mrt at 12, but when &lt;strong&gt;Jen Mersa&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i arrived at 1230, there were only &lt;strong&gt;Crystal&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Hafez&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for a total of *drumroll* &lt;strong&gt;2hours&lt;/strong&gt; at the damn ulu but clean station. People came, and we spent another 12345hours waiting for 83.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was okay, &lt;strong&gt;Crystal Jen Jolyn Mersa&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; i spent a really long time stoning at.. &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen's&lt;/strong&gt; blocks, and listening to &lt;strong&gt;Boon &lt;/strong&gt;sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we converted &lt;strong&gt;Lee's&lt;/strong&gt; bedroom into the "Girls' Room". Like 10 of us were in there, gambling &amp;amp; watching &lt;strong&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/strong&gt;. I won uh.. 10cents. HAHAHA but yahhh at least i didn't lose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we lao yu sheng-ed &amp; made a big mess, sang birthday song for someone i don't even know, then we left. &lt;strong&gt;Boon&lt;/strong&gt; is the funniest. Free entertainment in the train yah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to talk to &lt;strong&gt;Dan The Friend&lt;/strong&gt; for a few secs cos she was meeting &lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt; at Dhoby Ghaut. So pweetty huh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ohwells, it's sucha sad day. I'm so tired of doing this that this. And this whole.. not responsive stuff. Ughhh ok nvm you'll regret one day.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rd7kKcfZupI/AAAAAAAAABs/IAJrGsNBxog/s1600-h/23022007193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034712301544520338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rd7kKcfZupI/AAAAAAAAABs/IAJrGsNBxog/s320/23022007193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal, "Retro" &amp; "Gingerbreadman"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rd7kcsfZuqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/D34-e0JjWtU/s1600-h/23022007194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034712615077132962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rd7kcsfZuqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/D34-e0JjWtU/s320/23022007194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen the "Race Car"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rd7kyMfZurI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aaxf-mE1-v4/s1600-h/23022007197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034712984444320434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rd7kyMfZurI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aaxf-mE1-v4/s320/23022007197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen, Jolyn, Me &amp;amp; Mersa :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA i love this photo, we all look sho cutezZ lah! And i don't know why, but all the photos taken at the busstop showed that only my hair responds violently to wind ._.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-542024105615445775?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/542024105615445775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/542024105615445775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-dan-d-okkk-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rd7kKcfZupI/AAAAAAAAABs/IAJrGsNBxog/s72-c/23022007193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3605164500768599746</id><published>2007-02-22T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T05:10:26.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rd2TA8fZumI/AAAAAAAAABI/2oO-YbAfPc0/s1600-h/21022007184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034341602917202530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rd2TA8fZumI/AAAAAAAAABI/2oO-YbAfPc0/s320/21022007184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rd2TdMfZuoI/AAAAAAAAABY/g0ylUroibTI/s1600-h/22022007190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034342088248507010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rd2TdMfZuoI/AAAAAAAAABY/g0ylUroibTI/s320/22022007190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;I love how quickly and without fuss uploading peektures with my phone is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love &lt;strong&gt;Babe in the City&lt;/strong&gt;! I cried even though this is like my 5th time watching or something. But humans are really so, damn, cruel. Grrr&lt;br /&gt;And somebody tell my &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt; that those animals are REAL except for the stupid mouse. Mouses. Mice.&lt;br /&gt;The animals so incredibly intelligent, i love the monkey!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; for earning $88 today! :D&lt;br /&gt;You neeed to treat me something yummy haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tmr. Really have to keep my fingers &amp;amp; toes crossed, and pray really hard tonight though :)&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone crossed yours for me too)&lt;br /&gt;Repeat, I. CAN'T. WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;And i know of two others who cannot wait too :D Hee hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mhm can anyone tell that i'm happy today? Cos i am, HEEEH]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3605164500768599746?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3605164500768599746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3605164500768599746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-how-quickly-and-without-fuss.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/Rd2TA8fZumI/AAAAAAAAABI/2oO-YbAfPc0/s72-c/21022007184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-1931216160625875289</id><published>2007-02-21T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T06:26:02.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So! Lent's here, goodbye red meat away you go.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped dinner tonight. Just so that i can gorge myself with cny goodies now, and die from cough and fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal just sent me pictures that we took during work, and i conclude that i'm uglier than a lizard :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-1931216160625875289?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/1931216160625875289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/1931216160625875289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-lents-here-goodbye-red-meat-away-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-4578515520799720084</id><published>2007-02-21T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:16:45.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello went to VISIT aj today (since crash is "awfully overused", "dull" &amp; "wrongly used" i quote &lt;strong&gt;mr rj&lt;/strong&gt;) with &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Biyan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh bio lecture was SO boring. Other than the fact that the teacher was so annoying &amp; kiam pah, and he closes his eyes when he talks, the lesson was ._.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i learnt was something about buffers in fish tank cleaners.. or something proteins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break, followed by maths tutorial. But &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen's&lt;/strong&gt; teacher didn't come, so.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Biyan&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; i decided to give chem YAWNS lecture a miss, and went to the canteen to wait for &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt;. Anddd the juicy stuff came up and out. Like ohmygawdd :D Gossip galzZ 4eva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for english tutorial, &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt; had to say her speech :D And i was her "evaluator"! The teacher's mildly amusing. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;I think her class is quite nice. Although abit boring. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Dior fell in love or something, with the indian boy who memorized his speech LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loitered around for abit, then my &lt;strong&gt;Parents&lt;/strong&gt; came, and we went to &lt;em&gt;Lao Beijing&lt;/em&gt; for dimsum and whatnots. The food was so-so, but the receipt was !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queensway cos my &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to get shoes and there was this lion dance troupe. Their lion damn ugly. It was GREEN.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, i almost went deaf and my heart almost jumped out asddfghjhjk. They pushed the drums &amp;amp; went 'round the building, and they had to start the entire thing RIGHT INFRONT OF ME. And yah, my ears fainted in fright and my heart went deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ANYWAY i have to mention this. At the restaurant, there was this FREAKING HOT WAITER. He looks like some celebrity, and i think the taiwanese will lurrrvvvve him if he starts acting in some idoldrama lah! Damn cute k!!!&lt;br /&gt;My eyes kept threatening to fall out, and i think i stared too hard, cos he knew i was staring.&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;Terrible thing was that he was serving tables at the other side, so i had to crane my neck discreetly. I don't mind going everyday and paying stupid money for stupid food just to see him! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okok stop. My heart belongs to another HA-HA-HA!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i need to go zzzz first before ash wednesday mass later or i'll snore during the mass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-4578515520799720084?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4578515520799720084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4578515520799720084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-went-to-visit-aj-today-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-2891014042136229862</id><published>2007-02-19T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T05:59:25.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why must you like _______ ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause hes superrr irritating to likeeE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he sounds irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe youre the one, stop liking him lah !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're crazy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;youre the one lah !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not! YOU are damn siao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whereee got ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ask your sister lah !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ask her for what!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whether your liking _______ is irritatinggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and and and, he sound so wood !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he likes some girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aiyooooooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats ...............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whoo ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you shld aim to look like thatt girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noo lah, im sure there's someone right out there who loves you for who you aree, likes the mafia ah lian in youu and will marry you in a beautiful white church with roses and a tiffany diamond ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think guys are really insane eh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Walk like a snail. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll like you if im a guy aye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! :) Everyone should have a dior on their msn HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-2891014042136229862?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2891014042136229862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/2891014042136229862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/walk-like-snail.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-7783685088059831715</id><published>2007-02-19T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:33:54.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello hello hello! (:&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was fun stuff! Went to my auntie's house for the usual &lt;em&gt;bai nian&lt;/em&gt; thing, then i played mahjong with my &lt;strong&gt;dad bro&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;cousin&lt;/strong&gt;. Aahhh i sucked sooo much, but because my bro &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zha hu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (said he won when he didn't), i ended up winning $1 (: Teeheeehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to steal ba kwa and nuts and the prawn rolls and sneak off to eat cos i'm still coughing &amp; everything :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to uncle's house. Was pretty entertaining ytd, my nephew &amp; cousin- two years apart, were fighting like mad over toy guns, toy cars, then small chairs.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile they kinda got violent, and was a wee bit scary. But i think the way they gave way was damn cute x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played pokemon monopoly with the smaller cousins &amp; the bro, annnnd i really suck hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG DIOR JUST CALLED &amp;amp; I GOTTA ATTEND TO THE TEEVEE NOW BYE :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-7783685088059831715?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7783685088059831715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7783685088059831715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-hello-hello-ytd-was-fun-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-7239273733315743847</id><published>2007-02-19T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:37:18.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day before newyear was The Best :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even mind losing 4bucks at mahjong HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year was oh-kay, as usual. The nephews are multiplying. I like :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest addition - Winter Melon. Hahhaaha! 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LOL. (it's look different cos she's wearing a tube inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the cousin whom i've spoken aout 10sentences in my entire life to, i've found a common topic: Fahrenheit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started squealing when she casually fished out a mag with them on the cover, and for the next mins or so, we went on about how cute yyl is, how ugly &lt;em&gt;chenyiru&lt;/em&gt; is, how nice &lt;em&gt;huayang&lt;/em&gt; is, and shakespeare quotes from KO ONE.&lt;br /&gt;(i bet dior is insanely jealous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the convo calmed down pretty soon enough, since my focus on them has.. pummelled. (however it's spelt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yessssh it's still fun fangirl-ing. Gotta rmb to ring my exxxxpensive mags to show her today! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-7239273733315743847?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7239273733315743847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7239273733315743847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-before-newyear-was-best-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YME53I8NXU/RdklK8fZuhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D_7BxJipitg/s72-c/18022007098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-5032922998775529602</id><published>2007-02-17T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T02:24:12.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just did something INCREDIBLY STUPID, and i really don't think i have done anything so stupid before, and i REALLY REGRET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no did not run away from home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But credits to your fast coverup :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-5032922998775529602?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5032922998775529602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5032922998775529602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-did-something-incredibly-stupid_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-9092170726696318960</id><published>2007-02-17T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T02:24:27.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my family's made up of fuckers. i wish i get into none of my jaycee choices 'cuz i know that would make everyone pissed off and i want them to be. really can't blame those runaway or refuse-to-go-home kids know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't give a fuck it's new year. new year wha big shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-9092170726696318960?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/9092170726696318960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/9092170726696318960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-familys-made-up-of-fuckers.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-7966360696937651722</id><published>2007-02-17T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T02:23:44.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just did something INCREDIBLY STUPID, and i really don't think i have done anything so stupid before, and i REALLY REGRET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no did not run away from home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But credits to your fast coverup :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-7966360696937651722?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7966360696937651722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/7966360696937651722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-did-something-incredibly-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-1786074530138641297</id><published>2007-02-16T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T06:59:33.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you know that,&lt;br /&gt;when a bunch of teenagers from un-prestigious schools gather tgt, they smoke like chimneys, drink like mad, rob a bank and have wild group sex?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh you didn't? Well, now you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please rmb to fucking forbid your kids from having fun and remember to disallow them from having a life when you're parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would honestly rather mix with ahlian ahbengs who are misunderstood, judged and stereotyped by the entire world than a bunch of stuck-up snobs who has 5cars at home from the best schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that you're such an idiot doesn't help :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 'nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-1786074530138641297?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/1786074530138641297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/1786074530138641297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/did-you-know-that-when-bunch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3355535949623803651</id><published>2007-02-13T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T04:15:41.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok i've been staring at my phone for a very long time: to message or not?&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is strange, but shiok. HA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3355535949623803651?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3355535949623803651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3355535949623803651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok-ive-been-staring-at-my-phone-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-8513576299054571067</id><published>2007-02-13T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T08:55:30.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took a break from work todayyy. Met &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; and went down to uh compasspoint(? or something) to meeeet &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate some 1) Pepper Hotdog set (with about 200kg of mustard!), 2) &lt;em&gt;Yakun&lt;/em&gt; ice cream toast &amp; eggs, 3) &lt;em&gt;Old chang kee&lt;/em&gt;. Then to &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen's&lt;/strong&gt; very nice house and we ate up the remaining 3/4 HUGE bag of seaweed crackers thing, polished off 1.5 kickapoo, &amp; ate very yummy chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched tv, laughed at stupid friendster profiles (ahhh you stewpeed freaks) , irritated the hell out of &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen's&lt;/strong&gt; msn friends &amp; played some tamagotchi games on the website which were so FREAKING HARD i almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at about 7, and &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; and i visited &lt;em&gt;oldchangkee&lt;/em&gt; again. Ahhhh fucks i'm damn smart :) My cough is... really really bad now hahahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aw, what a terribly fun day :D&lt;br /&gt;Back to workie work tmr on vday. BUT i've dates at night *WINK WINK WINK WINK WINK&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye i shall go play with &lt;strong&gt;Wanxin the Rat&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;&lt;strong&gt; Vincent the Turtle&lt;/strong&gt; that i kop-ed from &lt;strong&gt;Huiwen's&lt;/strong&gt; house. Yes, all the softtoys are named ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-8513576299054571067?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8513576299054571067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/8513576299054571067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/took-break-from-work-todayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-3204231801578491829</id><published>2007-02-11T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T08:53:37.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god i feel damn cool! I'm like listening to music with my phone ahahahahaaahahahahhhAHAHAHAHA I AM DAMN COOL OKAEZXZZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-3204231801578491829?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3204231801578491829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/3204231801578491829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my-god-i-feel-damn-cool-im-like_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-4584649214027650650</id><published>2007-02-10T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T03:21:16.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Show me a smile then,&lt;br /&gt;And don't be unhappy, can't remember when&lt;br /&gt;I last saw you laughing&lt;br /&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;And you've taken all you can bear&lt;br /&gt;You call me up&lt;br /&gt;Because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see your true colours&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colours&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful like a rainbow&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/8621815-4584649214027650650?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4584649214027650650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4584649214027650650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/show-me-smile-then-and-dont-be-unhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-6586782783489885665</id><published>2007-02-10T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T06:48:32.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god i feel damn cool! I'm like listening to music with my phone ahahahahaaahahahahhhAHAHAHAHA I AM DAMN COOL OKAEZXZZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-6586782783489885665?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6586782783489885665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6586782783489885665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my-god-i-feel-damn-cool-im-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-4871433149969343171</id><published>2007-02-09T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T03:17:34.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCKER FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i don't care if anyone's reading, FUCK OFF LAH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied with my results and i think that's all that fucking matters i don't need anyone's fucking comments and i don't need y'all minding my business. I can fucking choose my own school and if i can't get in, &lt;strong&gt;THAT'S MY FUCKING PROBLEM&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, fuck. off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-4871433149969343171?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4871433149969343171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4871433149969343171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/fucker-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-1668380125658405798</id><published>2007-02-07T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:42:10.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People often draw back visibly when someone says he or she was born in November, murmuring, "Oh, you're a Scorpio!" either in frank fear, or in awe and respect. Some&amp;shy;times there's also a giggle that obviously refers to the legendary Scorpio passion. Scorpios are fed up with these reactions to their Sun sign, and who can blame them? But they are ruthless and dangerous, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-1668380125658405798?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/1668380125658405798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/1668380125658405798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/people-often-draw-back-visibly-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-6256198411957171856</id><published>2007-02-07T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:27:46.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellllooooooooo :)&lt;br /&gt;My throat was cranky ytd, and it finally collasped this morning when i woke up and realized i couldn't utter a word :(&lt;br /&gt;And then the fever came a-knocking. Rahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope i'm well enough to go for work tmr :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaa workaholic ehh. But i'm RRREEEAAALLY glad i took up this job (yesssssh shankew &lt;strong&gt;jen&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;mersa&lt;/strong&gt;) cos it made me realized what a sheltered environment i grew up in, and that we are such brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i got meself an N73 on sunday :) Ok i didn't pay for it, but i chose it hahahaha. It's a phone for smart people, i still haven't really figured out how to operate everything. But it's quite pretty lah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i managed to make &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt; cry ytd. Hhahaahaha yahhh lah kfc-friend dunch be sad anymore ohkuey? :D And you still haven't given me the url for the downloads thing, you ***********.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-6256198411957171856?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6256198411957171856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/6256198411957171856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hellllooooooooo-my-throat-was-cranky.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-5886438067947166762</id><published>2007-02-04T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:25:58.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who needs the world when I've got you&lt;br /&gt;Switch off the sun the stars and the moon&lt;br /&gt;I've all I need inside of this room&lt;br /&gt;Who needs the world when I've got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I become a part of your past&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming the part that don't last&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you and its effortless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound we lose sight of the ground&lt;br /&gt;In the throw around&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that you wanted to bring it down&lt;br /&gt;I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-5886438067947166762?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5886438067947166762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/5886438067947166762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-needs-world-when-ive-got-you-switch.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-4251205034011079089</id><published>2007-02-03T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T05:54:35.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrightttts, hi :) After 8days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Almost cried cos i spent 90mins trying to figure out my acct pw and user.&lt;br /&gt;2) Direct sales marketing for a week now.&lt;br /&gt;3) Money don't come easy. God bless parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fucking great day :)&lt;br /&gt;Mini squad gathering in school with my favourite greys in school during sec1 orientation :)&lt;br /&gt;We sanggggg, caught up, played frisbee, sampled food, and had alot of fun. And it was SO great to see them again :DDD&lt;br /&gt;And the juniors of cos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to ps after that with &lt;strong&gt;Dior Huiwen Jen Mersa Peiyu&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Shu&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch. They all fell in love with the &lt;em&gt;ji dan zai&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahaha stewpeed food i swear! But it was just fun (wha limited vocab sia) talking about shitty jobs and funny classmates, sharing "black magic" and just hanging out ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for yooooga lessons at wheelock. (I was the stupidest dickhead ever. I exchanged bags with Huiwen, and left with her bag ._.) &lt;strong&gt;Boon Brenda&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt; were working there :)&lt;br /&gt;Got killed by my &lt;strong&gt;sister&lt;/strong&gt; cos she thinks i'm a bitch HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Mersa&lt;/strong&gt; again after lesson, andddd we were damn SIAN. We all wanted new clothes, but they weren't in the mood, and i have no money ( as usual, snorts.)&lt;br /&gt;And we were tired out, so to coffffeee bean to sip sip sip! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, a pole walked into &lt;strong&gt;Mersa&lt;/strong&gt; and banged her hard. HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!! But awwww poor girl :{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Jin Fu&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Havis&lt;/strong&gt; outside taka, and wha &lt;strong&gt;Jin Fu&lt;/strong&gt;'s sales were DARN GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked along taka a hell lot of times ;) Ole chang key, and &lt;strong&gt;Mersa's&lt;/strong&gt; squealings :B&lt;br /&gt;Sat down and the three of us had a reallllly nice talk about not-very-nice things. It was so sad to see them demoralized and sad. On top of that i was really tempted to clobber some bastard's fathead. I really thought he was decent. Tmd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was back to being the happy fruit i used to be hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking emo now. I just realized how much i love my job. Not The Job but the people. I know it's kinda silly and stupid that i'm so attached to them just after one week. But i really bonded with a couple of people, and just not seeing them for a day feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the JAD people;&lt;br /&gt;I think without them i can/ will never ever&lt;br /&gt;1) Jay-walk a busy seven-lane road in orchard without dying&lt;br /&gt;2) Get used to hearing "KNN" "Kaopei" "CB"&lt;br /&gt;3) Sit between two people smoking and not scream&lt;br /&gt;4) Get used to the smelly smoke-breath&lt;br /&gt;5) Laugh so much in a day&lt;br /&gt;6) Be tired but VERY HAPPY at the same time&lt;br /&gt;7) Find my jokes funny&lt;br /&gt;8) Be so easily inspired/ motivated&lt;br /&gt;9) Laugh after being called fat&lt;br /&gt;10) Have so many people smile at me in a day&lt;br /&gt;11) Smile at so many people in a day&lt;br /&gt;12) Understand the true defination of Optimism (if you don't know crystal, you really don't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the idea of having to leave next week, kills me.&lt;br /&gt;I think i will cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-4251205034011079089?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4251205034011079089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/4251205034011079089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/02/alrightttts-hi-after-8days.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116982653666913665</id><published>2007-01-26T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T07:48:56.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/1600/92443/omg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/320/577559/omg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'M SO EXCITED I'VE TO KEEP BLOGGGGING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116982653666913665?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116982653666913665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116982653666913665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-so-excited-ive-to-keep-blogggging.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116982520399202613</id><published>2007-01-26T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T07:26:44.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY JUST WALKED IN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OGM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SEE YYL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM GOING TO FAINT NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T SEE CHEN YI RU HA PERFECT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ Giant polar bear, it broke the ice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  xuannn. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE RADIO STATIONS FOR HAVING WEBCAM. Even though i missed the 100.3 one, at least the 933 one's on :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116982520399202613?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116982520399202613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116982520399202613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/giant-polar-bear-it-broke-ice-says-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116981429194705185</id><published>2007-01-26T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T04:27:49.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WELCOME TO SINGA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORE :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/1600/620307/cover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/320/97744/cover.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all, my feelings kana cheated by 933 the radio station :{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out today and had to resort to using my phone to listen to radio, but i still didn't manage to catch them live on radio :(((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;Because 933 decided to report the news (._.) at the scheduled 1.20pm, and didn't at that time announce that the call-in was postponed. DAMN SMARTTTTTTTTT. So yah. Missed it. Knn. But thankgod someone recorded it and uploaded it alr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that celebrities have a very shiok life. Their rice-bowls shower them with letters and presents; spend HOURS at the ariport and risk getting screamed at by security; hire vans to chase them, on top of being, their rice-bowls. Can you imagine your parents doing that?! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture your mum squealing and shrieking with joy and happiness when you enter the room and throwing heaps of chocolates at you. Wha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when celebrities go " Thank you very much, your &lt;em&gt;support&lt;/em&gt; really means alot to us", they actually meant, " Thank you very much, your money really means alot to us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your &lt;em&gt;love and support&lt;/em&gt; motivates us" = " Your MONEY motivates us"&lt;br /&gt;" Without your &lt;em&gt;support&lt;/em&gt;, we would not be what we are today / we would not have gone so far" = " Without your MONEY, we would not be what we are today / we would not have gone so far"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA I THINK I'M DAMN SMART.&lt;br /&gt;But aiyaaa &lt;strong&gt;faN9erLz 4 l!fe~&lt;/strong&gt; so i still love you very much flyboatsea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm still thinking of a reason to tell my mum for going to IMM from 2pm to 10(?)pm on sunday T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, see YOU&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/1600/138094/normal_ui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/320/687343/normal_ui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116981429194705185?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116981429194705185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116981429194705185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-to-singapore-d-hello-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116970224772699174</id><published>2007-01-25T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:17:27.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand why the freakin' press is so damn interested in &lt;strong&gt;zhangziyi&lt;/strong&gt; and her new squeeze. Like seriously!!!!! GET A GRIP LAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the newspapers suck. They've hardly mentioned anything about frh coming and just keep harping on &lt;strong&gt;zhangziyi&lt;/strong&gt; being intimate with some guy with white hair at some NBA first row seats and speculating who he is.&lt;br /&gt;T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm looking forward to the afternoon gathering of a couple of classmates in school later :)&lt;br /&gt;Even though my nasi briyani stall would have closed, at least there's milo dinosaur and whatnots. AND i'm getting my magazine my magazine MY MAGAZINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Who would make the best boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;" HAHAHAH! Actually it's quite obvious :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i read an article, and it's really unbelievable that someone who comes up with bandnames like &lt;strong&gt;183club&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;7flowers&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kone&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lala&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Typhoon&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Taiji&lt;/strong&gt; INSULTED &lt;strong&gt;frh's&lt;/strong&gt; bandname. (ok huiwen note that i didn't mention *coughs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so can laugh at &lt;strong&gt;fahrenheit&lt;/strong&gt; and call them centigrade (._. kevin ._.) but it definately beats 183club and their umbrella ._."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And f.y.i, the average height of &lt;strong&gt;183club&lt;/strong&gt; is NOT 183cm, so in what way does the freakin' name make any sense anyway?!&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;strong&gt;7flowers&lt;/strong&gt; only has FOUR bandmembers. Calling them &lt;strong&gt;7flowers&lt;/strong&gt; is an outright indication that there should be 7people, aye? So which birdhead who has a band called &lt;strong&gt;7flowers&lt;/strong&gt;, with 4bandmembers under him will have the FACE &amp; the audacity to comment that &lt;strong&gt;Fei Lun Hai&lt;/strong&gt; indicates that there should only be three people, one for each character, and so one person is extra. Eh tok cock ah, stupid mardafucker.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Kone has five bandmembers instead of one; Lala has 4humanbeings and a stupid frog, instead of two ; and so one.&lt;br /&gt;So yah, stupid old man go and die, you're only embarassing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;*Chills*&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's gonna be in singapore at noon tmr? :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/1600/193512/normal_1024_OVc95vVtqAgV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/320/675424/normal_1024_OVc95vVtqAgV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116970224772699174?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116970224772699174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116970224772699174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-understand-why-freakin-press-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116964187754332714</id><published>2007-01-24T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T04:31:17.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'll be your dream&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your wish&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hope&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your love&lt;br /&gt;Be everything that you need.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more with every breath&lt;br /&gt;Truly madly deeply do..&lt;br /&gt;I will be strong I will be faithful&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm counting on a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;A reason for living.&lt;br /&gt;A deeper meaning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGG. My favourite place in spore is newton circus HAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway wuzun fans, DO YOU KNOW THAT WUZUN CAME TO SINGAPORE THAT DAY AND ATE AT HIS FAVOURITE NEWTON CIRCUS AND WENT TO ORCHARD?!?!?!?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha damn &lt;em&gt;ji dong&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116964187754332714?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116964187754332714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116964187754332714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/ill-be-your-dream-ill-be-your-wish-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116945071215511094</id><published>2007-01-22T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:25:12.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupidity is not a crime so you’re free to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was my good-bad day. (dior said it's a bad day, but arsenal won eh) Hhahaha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Started with &lt;strong&gt;Cousin's&lt;/strong&gt; wedding lunch reception + the tea cemerony EARLY at jurong. Food was pretty good but it was damnnn boring. &lt;/p&gt;Went for a haircut in the afternoon :D And my last hair cut was only three weeeks ago. Hhaah. But i love my hair now! The ponytail's so skinnyand my hair's not bushy anymore :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though i only trimmed and thinned and layered there was a hell lot of hair on the floor. And my &lt;strong&gt;sister&lt;/strong&gt; and i were laughing cos it was enough hair to make a wig for.. &lt;strong&gt;youknowwhoyouare, &lt;/strong&gt;the&lt;strong&gt; no-hair-still-go-cut-hair stewpeed&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then the wedding dinner at the hilton hotel. Uh the big joke of the night was that i ended up wearing the exact same dress as another cousin &gt;.&lt; And it didn't help that she was thinner and looked better :((((&lt;br /&gt;But ohwellls, what a small little world eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, got rid of icky stuff, and TADAH! TheMatch.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAH MANU FANS ARE YOU READING?! MWUAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What a match :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i kept nodding off in the first half and when awake, was terribly worried for &lt;strong&gt;Arsenal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But we did well, yeeeeah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i don't understand why &lt;strong&gt;Rooney&lt;/strong&gt; is allowed on the field lah. Isn't there a ban against animals or something?! AND pigs do eat grass know.&lt;br /&gt;Rooney the Pig. Oink oink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh i just watched ep10 today (thankew &lt;strong&gt;amigoeva&lt;/strong&gt;, once again haha! :} ) and omg i kept getting goosebumps when &lt;strong&gt;ruixi&lt;/strong&gt; speaks to &lt;strong&gt;quan&lt;/strong&gt; x.x&lt;br /&gt;But i love the behind-the-scenes stuff :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116945071215511094?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116945071215511094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116945071215511094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupidity-is-not-crime-so-youre-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116895271548775843</id><published>2007-01-16T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T05:06:05.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Roses are red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snow is yellow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been feeling like some sort of an empty shell and i feel so.. empty, duh. My life is like a plate of food that has no taste. (Ok it sounds odd)&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting thing that happened today was me reading a book and crying when some dude died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway every time i think about fahrenheit in spore, i feel like throwing up and crying.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving myself crazy. Maybe i should get myself killed like Dally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are driving me nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116895271548775843?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116895271548775843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116895271548775843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/roses-are-red-snow-is-yellow.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116895155921474010</id><published>2007-01-16T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T04:45:59.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LATEST UPDATE ON FAHRENHEIT'S SCHEDULE IN SINGAPORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 27 January 2007&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2.00 pm - 4.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Dragonfly @ St. James Power Station&lt;br /&gt;Activity/Event: YES 93.3 Birthday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 27 January 2007&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Singapore Indoor Stadium&lt;br /&gt;Activity/Event: Special Guest for S.H.E 'Perfect 3' World Tour 2007 Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 28 January 2007&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: K Box K Union (Cineleisure)&lt;br /&gt;Activity/Event: "Ai Dao Fei Lun Hai" Fans Gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 28 January 2007&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: IMM Level 2 Plaza&lt;br /&gt;Activity/Event: Fahrenheit Singapore Only Autograph Session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to stay at home to sulk and cry. @#$%^&amp;amp;*(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116895155921474010?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116895155921474010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116895155921474010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/latest-update-on-fahrenheits-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116868824164356880</id><published>2007-01-13T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T03:37:21.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:( think kino's a bitch, their magazines are so freakin' overpriced and i feel.. robbed :(&lt;br /&gt;AND there's still SO much to buy. @#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HIM is sooo jian. They really know how to earn money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116868824164356880?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116868824164356880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116868824164356880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/think-kinos-bitch-their-magazines-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116843621798322209</id><published>2007-01-10T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T05:36:58.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/1600/516818/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/320/127733/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/1600/503287/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/320/329662/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/1600/515857/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/320/951956/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;(Check out wuzun's bod :DDDDDD)&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/x/blogger/4480/230/1600/149797/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/320/693182/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/1600/827256/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/320/407793/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/1600/276739/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4480/230/320/551381/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff' said :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116843621798322209?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116843621798322209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116843621798322209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/check-out-wuzuns-bod-dddddd-nuff-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116841735409570208</id><published>2007-01-10T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:30:18.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miss Paranoid says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i didnt tell you right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Paranoid says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you knw what did !censored! said ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Paranoid says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abc : i think you'll get my facil eh...(or something like tht)&lt;br /&gt;!censored!: is she ugly ? cause...i..dont like ugly pple.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(somemore blah blah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*climax*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Paranoid says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!censored!&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;strong&gt; i dont know..but (laughs) i really think im quite pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF. Ok, for the record, she's ugly like shit (honestly not exaggerating) and she has the most KIAM PAH face ever (it's worst than mine) and prances around like she's the princess of uh.. whatever banana country, and flaunts her EW! figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, i'm just venting. But i don't understand how she can look into a mirror for more than 5secs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah i'm judgemental so sue me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116841735409570208?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116841735409570208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116841735409570208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/miss-paranoid-says-i-didnt-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116840823418946536</id><published>2007-01-10T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:50:34.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dior: &lt;strong&gt;Hello wanxin. (in a soft &amp; creepy voice)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello yah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dior: &lt;strong&gt;Do you know where i am?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uh.. At uh, home? (caller id)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dior: &lt;strong&gt;Yahhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;Dior: &lt;strong&gt;Aren't you shocked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Huh. (i heard "aren't you shot?")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dior: &lt;strong&gt;Aren't you shocked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Huh?! (shot again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dior: &lt;strong&gt;I said aren't you shocked?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh. Uh yahhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dior: &lt;strong&gt;Then you never ask why i'm at home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yah haha why are you at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Freaky Call i got 5mins after waking up.&lt;br /&gt;*Shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the &lt;strong&gt;Arsenal-Liverpool&lt;/strong&gt; match this morning damn exciting lar, 9 goals! Pity i couldn't stay awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116840823418946536?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116840823418946536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116840823418946536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/dior-hello-wanxin.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621815.post-116833238186728416</id><published>2007-01-09T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:46:21.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.furisdead.com/"&gt;http://www.furisdead.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;- go check this out. i almost threw up watching the chinchilla clip. &lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU MADONNA&lt;/strong&gt;. Never liked her, that ugly old witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway does spore kfc torture their chickens?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8621815-116833238186728416?l=notover-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116833238186728416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8621815/posts/default/116833238186728416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notover-.blogspot.com/2007/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Wish.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010487753794473768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
