<?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-11410502</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:54:30.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blazing Wish</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-9087924057077675884</id><published>2008-02-04T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T04:33:38.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead on my Feet</title><content type='html'>WHY is there a ridiculous number of people born in February?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Shoutouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Feb...Tan Zhi Ting&lt;br /&gt;4-Feb...Jasmin Ang&lt;br /&gt;4-Feb...Quila Kwek&lt;br /&gt;5-Feb...Yen Siu&lt;br /&gt;8-Feb...Shirley Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought incredibly cute printed tees for them! Picked the favourites from the bunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Men are like laxatives; they irritate the shit out of you" (jasmin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "I'm not spoiled, just well taken care of" (yen siu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "BGR RULES: 1. Girlfriend is always right. 2. If wrong, see rule 1." (zhi ting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "Do I make you look fat?" (quila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karyn and i bought some too. Here's what ours say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "She's my EVIL TWIN *insert arrow here*" (mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "Im the EVIL TWIN" (karyn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arent they so appropriate? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a tee with headphones printed on em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slept for 2 hours last night studying for a physics test that is postponed today...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-9087924057077675884?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/9087924057077675884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=9087924057077675884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/9087924057077675884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/9087924057077675884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2008/02/dead-on-my-feet.html' title='Dead on my Feet'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-1021418908371292371</id><published>2007-11-28T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:06:07.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EHEHEHEHEHEHEH. sorry for the laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im back from malaysia. for about two days now. and BOY AM I SATISFIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY NICE DVDS *wink wink* (starduuuuuust!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skips around with arms flailing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently stuck on Ever Ever After by Carrie Underwood =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the pathetic update&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-1021418908371292371?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/1021418908371292371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=1021418908371292371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1021418908371292371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1021418908371292371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/11/eheheheheheheh.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-2803329418750145573</id><published>2007-11-01T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:06:47.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth and Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Chinese&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/chinese.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Surprised? You shouldn't be - Chinese is perfect for an ambitious person like you.You're a natural entrepreneur, and a billion people are waiting to do business with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=&lt;/a&gt; Language Should You Learn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIGHT. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Good Friend Because You're Loyal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/loyal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stick with your friends no matter what, even if you feel like they're doing the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;You believe in letting people figure out their own path in life. It's not your place to interfere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And part of your loyalty means that you'll do a lot for your friends. You definitely go the extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;You'll even do great things for friends without them asking. After all, that's what friendship is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly a friend for life. And you have friends you've known since you were a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends can count on you to do a favor, remember a birthday, or just be there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends need you most when: They can't turn to anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really can't be friends with: Fickle people who change friends quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship quote: "Friendship doubles your joys, and divides your sorrows."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/"&gt;What Makes You a Good Friend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hohoho watch my ego inflate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a blissful cca-less day! i spent a good part of the morning watching the last few episodes of Goong S (Prince Hours). the ending made me cough blood. about the lamest ending i have seen yet. *coff coff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went out with karyn and jasmin to J8 to borrow some books (FINALLY!) and hang out. did some aimless wandering around the place. nothing much to say, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall end with a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RymVSUsIJqI/AAAAAAAAANs/KUY1OUyGE0g/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127793792761996962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RymVSUsIJqI/AAAAAAAAANs/KUY1OUyGE0g/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;COOL VISUAL TRICK, EH?? EH??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha seriously we were NOT drinking from the same cup. mine was simply behind hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-2803329418750145573?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/2803329418750145573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=2803329418750145573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/2803329418750145573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/2803329418750145573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-should-learn-chinese-surprised-you.html' title='Truth and Lies'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RymVSUsIJqI/AAAAAAAAANs/KUY1OUyGE0g/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-2613070941667363831</id><published>2007-10-29T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:14:50.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When we get there...</title><content type='html'>changed my blogskin. white. a refreshing change. thanks for helping lovelee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had cca today, at 9 in the morning til 11. which sucked big time! i wanna skip it tomorrow. like get an mc or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to rush home and get ready to go out again to meet chloe and simin for lunch at hougang mall. the initial plan was to eat at sakae sushi (supposedly my first time) but we realised that there wasnt a branch there. so settled for good ol' mcdonalds instead. ate there for billionth time already, but ah what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was late. again. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two otakus (manga/anime freakos) spent almost an hour at comics connection. i was bored so i spent my time browsing through the cds in sembawang and cd rama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im predicting the rest of the holidays will be spent facing the computer, rewatching dvds and re-reading the same books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when will the real holiday start...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-2613070941667363831?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/2613070941667363831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=2613070941667363831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/2613070941667363831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/2613070941667363831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/10/changed-my-blogskin.html' title='When we get there...'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-8704504164128386448</id><published>2007-10-20T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:16:35.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Potential Suitor...NOT</title><content type='html'>Johannan: *looks at me* do you have a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blinks*...no... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johannan: *takes my hand and starts swinging it* do you have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very popular among five year old kids, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-8704504164128386448?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/8704504164128386448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=8704504164128386448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/8704504164128386448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/8704504164128386448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/10/johannan-looks-at-me-do-you-have.html' title='A Potential Suitor...NOT'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-4139964113755228856</id><published>2007-10-19T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:21:16.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look into the crystal ball. tell me what you see</title><content type='html'>got back results today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should feel relieved like a normal person would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so bad, i guess. did as average as i expected. i wish i did better so i get more money. blatant money-facedness here. hohohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really makes me wonder what the heck i wanna do in the future. biochem stuff is too boring for me. im not creative or artistic. nor am i incredibly intelligent. SO WHAT NOW??? but one thing's for sure, i refuse to go to JC. about the only one in my class (besides karyn) who thinks that poly is a better academic choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hv to wake up early tmr for mom's school's concert. karyn and i are err.. USHERS! the last time i did it last year, the parents were VERY FRIENDLY. ok no. but it was a fairly stressful job. and you know what the teachers and helpers have to wear? PINK. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to meet the lil kiddos my mom has been educating this year. shall try to snap photos of em on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its my dad's birthday tmr! been wishing him birthday's eve several times today. just to annoy him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont like seeing the grey hairs on his head. like a haunting reminder i gotta earn big bucks in the future. (me putting pressure on myself, no one else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, its bianca's OPENHOUSE! sorry i cant be there. its bad luck, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done now. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-4139964113755228856?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/4139964113755228856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=4139964113755228856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4139964113755228856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4139964113755228856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/10/got-back-results-today.html' title='Look into the crystal ball. tell me what you see'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-5028747582761934973</id><published>2007-10-18T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T06:23:28.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok havent been blogging in an insanely long time. only did it cuz someone's bugging me to. so here i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three days of break from school seemed like heaven. that is, until it ended. tmr's the release of the EOY results meehhhnnn. im gonna die. im worrying too much about it and i cant help it. on to happier things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUES WAS SIMON'S BIRTHDAY! we celebrated by going to plaza sing and watching a movie! the nanny diaries. based on a book. CHRIS EVAAAANS!!! *swoons* haha. but he is a really versatile actor. loved him ever since "cellular". the only problem with the poster at the cinema is that chris evans isnt in it. okok shall stop obsessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around and stuff and i spotted shirley, clarice, sophia and maureen in eerrr... where arh? aiyah some restaurant. yepp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back tired with sore feet but it was a really fun day. kicked simin's ass at that racing thingo in the arcade. oh and then she kicked mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON WEDNESDAY! i went out with viv and bernie and walked around orchard road. they are so darn tall. about a billion metres. and me? yah still the same 155 cm that i was since the beginning of the year. and they were only wearing flats!!! gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then we went to HMV and i bought bernie's present (finally) and she bought me mine! the dvd of grease. brings back memories! its really amusing to see john travolta cross dressing and acting as a woman in Hairspray, then watch Grease, where he plays this young suave guy. but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a fool outta myself by tripping on the stairs in an mrt station and got up laughing like hell. a real glamorous moment, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to blog about today because it's simply too depressing to even think about it. so yeah. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-5028747582761934973?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/5028747582761934973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=5028747582761934973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/5028747582761934973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/5028747582761934973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-havent-been-blogging-in-insanely.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-3565708106594978440</id><published>2007-09-28T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T17:19:50.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im panicking. WHY AM I PANICKING AND STILL BLOGGING????? *slaps oneself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yes a few things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIFF! thats the name of the hamster that is currently residing at the Ho residence for two months. i heard from my sis that it is only 1 month old and it has ALREADY been pregnant once. with her brother. yeah. and the two hamsterlings (a made-up word. dunno wad the young of hamsters are called) died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer dogs to hamsters. dogs are more cuddly and dont try to run away from you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE ORAL! totally sucked. i kept fumbling and the teacher made a note everytime i did! she was really nice tho. but i think i wouldnt have done any better if i were to sit for it again. i dreamt karyn got 40/40 and i got 9/40! seeing as i managed to dream my results for PSLE correctly, im pretty sure this one'll be accurate. im dead. sooooo dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOFU! staying back to study in school is really working for me. i concentrate better without the computer, radio or bed around. (my blogging now is a wonderful piece of proof) just last night, i was studying for geog when i wanted to have a nap for 45 mins. the next time i woke up was about... HALF AN HOUR AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's more, chloe and simin crack me up. shall not say how. bags of skin and the two kings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. im gonna go study geog now. hah. lazy ol' me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-3565708106594978440?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/3565708106594978440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=3565708106594978440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/3565708106594978440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/3565708106594978440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-panicking.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-8766712601732009479</id><published>2007-08-30T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:27:38.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogging now. i realised that i like typing cuz it makes my fingers feel nimble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher's day today. not that it feels any different though. i feel a teeny bit ungrateful for not doing anything special for my teachers. im not even returning to my primary school this year. the last time i did, it was an utter disaster. didnt have more than 5 seconds with the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a teacher i had no regrets giving a present to. she is biased as hell. repeat offenders of ankle socks get a casual "pull up your socks" or "you know the drill". but karyn and i? what do WE get for wearing a pair of earrings on the second earhole? "DO I HAVE TO SHOW YOU THE STUDENT HANDBOOK?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure its my fault, but hey. the decent thing to do is to treat all students with equality. i never want to be a secondary school teacher because i will probably turn into an unfair, biased teacher like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blast it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like that old-smelly-gas-emitted-from-the-rear who tells us to leave the library if we want to talk and he answers his phone call in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling bloody moody cuz so many things are working against me. had three hours of sleep, recieved the exam timetable, brought back all the books and i had to walk under the freaking hot sun. GAH! a sleepy person is an angry person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go punch walls while i listen to the sweet serenading of Elliot Yamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby i will wait for you, 'cause i don't know what else i can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-8766712601732009479?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/8766712601732009479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=8766712601732009479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/8766712601732009479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/8766712601732009479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogging-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-9206534437507777175</id><published>2007-08-25T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T17:38:18.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning to find that the whole row of cds on the shelf was scattered on the table and the floor. some cracked. oh and the CLOCK was lying face down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i cleared the cds but the clock is still lying there. im too paranoid to move it. (seventh month really is scary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the present i got for maureen cracked too. guess i have to get another one...&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................&lt;br /&gt;quiz thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;XIAH or Shawn Ashmore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who do you blame for your mood today?&lt;br /&gt;The inventor of tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What should we do with stupid people?&lt;br /&gt;no one is stupid. what a horrible question to ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How long do you think you will live?&lt;br /&gt;yes, 'cause i'm a fortune teller, so i would know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;clear broken cases of cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What does the carpet look like in your room?&lt;br /&gt;woody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;too young man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;uuhhh... my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes yes, others no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you drink lots of water?&lt;br /&gt;about four cups, on better days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What toothpaste do you use?&lt;br /&gt;a multi-coloured one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How do you vent your anger?&lt;br /&gt;show a black face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The last compliment you received?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you look more like your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;well people say karyn looks like my dad, and since im her twin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When was the last time you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;when i sat california screamin' about three times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is/are your best friend(s) a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;oh definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What theme does your room have?&lt;br /&gt;au naturel. (lets just say if termites attack us, we would have no floor, cupboards or shelves left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you a momma's child or a daddy's girl?&lt;br /&gt;kind of both i guess. i care about my parents a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever join the military?&lt;br /&gt;never has "kelly" and "military" ever appeared in the same sentence before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The last website you visited?&lt;br /&gt;blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who was the last person you took a picture with?&lt;br /&gt;ryn, simon and honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last show you've been to?&lt;br /&gt;rush hour 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Last person you went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;ryn, simon and honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. The last person you stared at?&lt;br /&gt;xiah's lovely face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Number of layers on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;3. comforter, sheets and blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is anything alive in your room?&lt;br /&gt;my two sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Today, would you rather go back a week or go forward a week?&lt;br /&gt;back! to make mr yeo PAY for answering his phone in the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is your current goal to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;shoot up 5 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;well i just woke up, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What is your current worry?&lt;br /&gt;why my dad left for china this morning and i knew nothing about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you have plans for spring break?&lt;br /&gt;sadly we aint got spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PAST 24 HOURS, HAVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Cried: nah.&lt;br /&gt;Worn jeans: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Met someone: of course lah&lt;br /&gt;Done laundry: no.&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone: nope&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone: my dog&lt;br /&gt;Said I love you: to my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---DO YOU BELIEVE IN---&lt;br /&gt;Yourself: not really&lt;br /&gt;Your friends: definitely&lt;br /&gt;Tooth Fairy: she neglected my tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---FRIENDS AND LIFE---&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is: Kelly Ashmore&lt;br /&gt;Who was there when you cried the most: karyn&lt;br /&gt;The best feeling in the world: i dont think i felt it yet&lt;br /&gt;Worst Feeling: guilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---WHICH IS BETTER---&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate! ok it depends, really&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi: pepsi. less gassy&lt;br /&gt;Love or Lust: love lah!&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7UP: neither&lt;br /&gt;Scruff or Clean: Clean.&lt;br /&gt;Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes. the term "dumb blonde" isnt too flattering&lt;br /&gt;Tall or Short: TALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Movie or dinner: movie!&lt;br /&gt;Night or Day: Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX---&lt;br /&gt;What you notice first: height and face. sadly.&lt;br /&gt;What personality trait draws you to them: humor. its what attracts me to anyone, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---THE LAST TIME YOU---&lt;br /&gt;Showered: yesterday. (i just woke up, see)&lt;br /&gt;Cried: last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---WHO---&lt;br /&gt;Makes you laugh: karyn, my dad, jas, viv, bernie, chloe&lt;br /&gt;Has a crush on you: XIAH! (he just doesnt know it yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON---&lt;br /&gt;You talked to on the phone: cant remember&lt;br /&gt;You messaged: simin&lt;br /&gt;You kissed: my dog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-9206534437507777175?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/9206534437507777175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=9206534437507777175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/9206534437507777175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/9206534437507777175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-woke-up-this-morning-to-find-that.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-3620732645778620927</id><published>2007-08-20T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:04:35.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is an attempt to change simin and chloe's mind about ewan mcgregor's hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RsqL_VfbrJI/AAAAAAAAANM/AYP8v70ovYc/s1600-h/ewanmcgregor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101043448167509138" style="CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RsqL_VfbrJI/AAAAAAAAANM/AYP8v70ovYc/s320/ewanmcgregor2.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RsqKslfbrII/AAAAAAAAANE/R4W5Dj26p8I/s1600-h/ewanmcgregor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101042026533334146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RsqKslfbrII/AAAAAAAAANE/R4W5Dj26p8I/s320/ewanmcgregor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RsqL_lfbrKI/AAAAAAAAANU/l3bpZpTkhss/s1600-h/obi-wanewan.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101043452462476450" style="CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RsqL_lfbrKI/AAAAAAAAANU/l3bpZpTkhss/s320/obi-wanewan.gif" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! look at his grungy-hot look! not only does he make a good obi wan kenobi, HE IS PROBABLY THE ONLY GUY ON EARTH WHO CAN LOOK GOOD WITH GELLED DOWN HAIR!!!!! (besides clay aiken and zac efron)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad the only hot pic i could find of him as obi wan is TINY. &gt;=I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RsqMXVfbrLI/AAAAAAAAANc/I-SnE3r9kfg/s1600-h/211686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101043860484369586" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="189" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RsqMXVfbrLI/AAAAAAAAANc/I-SnE3r9kfg/s320/211686.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't xiah absolutely dreamy? (! . !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and didja KNOW that the adorable MASI OKA (the guy who plays hiro nakamura in Heroes) has an IQ of 180??? he's a GENIUS! (he helped programme the software they used for water effects in Pirates of the Carribean: The Dead Man's Chest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pretty brainless and bimbotic post, this one. hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-3620732645778620927?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/3620732645778620927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=3620732645778620927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/3620732645778620927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/3620732645778620927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-attempt-to-change-simin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RsqL_VfbrJI/AAAAAAAAANM/AYP8v70ovYc/s72-c/ewanmcgregor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-4449496283118151735</id><published>2007-08-17T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:56:25.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha finally blogging again. not that anyone cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy D. Gray Man (the manga)!!!! it's really got me hooked. and it takes a lot to get me hooked. supporting quila in the "kanda sucks" movement! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do have to start on art soon. really taking a toll on my nerves. DIE art DIE!! *punches fist into other palm*&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................&lt;br /&gt;some quiz thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (the person who tagged you is) - chloe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is) - friend and classmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her) – an opiniated Jap freak who likes feminine guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) – introduce me to Bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you) – "i like coffeeeee!" or "Omg so weirdo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will) – ask me this when i miraculously turn lesbian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be) – undergo a sex change operation (what is WITH this quiz man???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will) – hard to imagine. but i guess i will ignore her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be) – wow hard one. ERRR... probably cuz she suddenly turns evil and kills all my family members (yes. she HAS warned me of her potential occupation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is) - buy me a complete set of D. Gray Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is) - sometimes unpredictable and out-of-the-ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. (how you think people around you will feel about you) – loud and fierce (but that isnt me. really. &gt;.&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is) – not bragging. but i think i can sense people's feelings very well. unless they have uncharacteristically thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. (on the contrary, the characteristic you hate about yourself is) – having horrible mood swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is) – myself lah! how can i want to be like someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. (for people that care and like you, say something to them) – iieexxx luuurrrbbbxxx eeeuuuxxx.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. (pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Karyn&lt;br /&gt;2) Simin&lt;br /&gt;3) Chloe&lt;br /&gt;4) Simin&lt;br /&gt;5) Wenqi&lt;br /&gt;6) Nasuha&lt;br /&gt;7) Jasmin&lt;br /&gt;8) Bernie&lt;br /&gt;9) Viv&lt;br /&gt;10) Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(who is no.6 having relationship with?) – Zac Efron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.9 a male or female?) - Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?) – ERM. AWKWARD. so NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What is no.2 studying about?) – ARTS. she WILL study ARTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whenwas the last time you had a chat with no.3?) – yesterday! about D. Gray Man. HAH. (good memory eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What kind of music band does no.8 like?) - Punk Rock. like the Academy Is... and Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 has any siblings?) – ME! and an older sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will you woo no.3?) – i refuse to answer this question. answering is redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How about no.7?) – ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.4 single?) – no. she's standing on the boats of quite a number of people. has keys to their houses too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's the surname of no.5?) - Chen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's the name of no.10?) - Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's the hobby of no.4?) – squealing about MOIX DIX MOIX and other tattoo-covered-piercing-obsessed-girly-looking jap rockers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?)- dude. they dont KNOW each other man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where is no.2 studying at?) - NAFA! she WILL study at NAFA! (ok lah xinmin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Say something casual about no.1) – my twin. sorry its the first casual thing that came to my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?) - ...if she happens to be a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where does no.9 live?) – near monfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What color does no.4 like?) – black and red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?) – they are more like friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.7 likes no.2?) – they dont know each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How did you get to know no.2?) - classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 have any pets?) – niki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?) – haha she is very attractive for a girl. (im NOT curly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-4449496283118151735?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/4449496283118151735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=4449496283118151735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4449496283118151735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4449496283118151735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/08/haha-finally-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-630589782471630390</id><published>2007-08-10T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:37:23.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much to post so i shall upload wonderful pictures of my favourite korean boyband. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DONG BANG SHIN GI/ TONG VFANG SHEN QI/ TOHOSHINKI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrxseltGH-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y8G9RgjZGn0/s1600-h/dbsk007geeksyv5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097068151049691106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrxseltGH-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y8G9RgjZGn0/s320/dbsk007geeksyv5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aren't they the cutest???? xiah looks the cutest (extreme left). and yunho looks the TALLEST!(extreme right). tho it might be partly because of his... hair... *averts gaze*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jaejoong is the shortest! HAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the geek look is so IN maaaaaaan. ^(! . !)^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-630589782471630390?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/630589782471630390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=630589782471630390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/630589782471630390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/630589782471630390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/08/nothing-much-to-post-so-i-shall-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrxseltGH-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y8G9RgjZGn0/s72-c/dbsk007geeksyv5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-6785200434056515860</id><published>2007-08-09T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:11:56.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hohoho an outing with ryn, min and clo. went out to meet em at 10 in the morn, taking the bus to ang mo kio hub for the FIRST TIME! *revels in un-street-smartness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSH HOUR 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the bloopers maaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;actual scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jackie/lee: ...and we're not brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris/carter:... fine. *leaves room* (or something like that i cant really remember...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blooper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jackie/lee: ...and we're not brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris/carter: we're not brothers?.... *long pause*... after what we have been through together?... rush hour 1 and rush hour 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! seriously GO WATCH. about the best movie this year. though i'm not really sure. maybe. but this couple sitting beside us (ok more like the girl only) was laughing/shrieking at funny parts, and even more so at inappropriate moments. i wanted to fling popcorn at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch "Alone" but it wasn't showing today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around a few rounds. quite boring, really. we ate at mos burger (first time too). reeeaaalllyyy yummy burger. then there were these kids who are annoying. this lil girl pushed past me and i said loudly "ex&lt;em&gt;cuse &lt;/em&gt;me!" and she looked back and stared and walked off. what the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this other kid was making such a fuss outside the video shop. like he was bawling and planting himself on the ground, blocking what little space there is to move. the parents were with a PRAM, beside the boy, half-heartedly asking him to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and a scenario of karyn, me, poh kim and the guy selling sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *points to poh kim* hey let's go in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy selling sausages: *smiles* hi. do you want some sausages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karyn *oblivious to the guy, looking at poh kim* but it's so small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy selling sausages: *shows weird expression*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geddit?? GEDDIT??? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the SJC people, you all did GREAT. i wanted to catch bernie and viv on tv but the stupid camera guy just LOVED to focus on kit chan. bah. the costumes weren't so bad... *averts gaze* heh no really they werent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-6785200434056515860?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/6785200434056515860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=6785200434056515860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/6785200434056515860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/6785200434056515860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/08/hohoho-outing-with-ryn-min-and-clo.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-2619830427163456</id><published>2007-08-08T01:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T02:24:42.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>national day celebrations! (im so sterotypical. i bet everyones blogging about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the foreign exchange students were really sweet! i felt ridiculously delighted though im not really sure why. maybe its because of the warmth and spirit of it all. haha i guess i got really touched by deep things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah weird ol' me.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really unenthusiastic, compared to those people who bothered to buy those lil plastic national flags. i remember i used to be really excited by them when i was in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;i feel really selfish. i'm not doing enough for the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care enough, help enough, donate enough, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel especially guilty towards my parents, who have done so much for me but yet, im too small to repay them. i can't wait to grow up and bring my parents to korea. being young sucks. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrmLsltGH8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/sLsrS6OTzh4/s1600-h/Image482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096258051498188738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrmLsltGH8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/sLsrS6OTzh4/s320/Image482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gorgeous purple sky from the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-2619830427163456?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/2619830427163456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=2619830427163456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/2619830427163456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/2619830427163456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-celebrations-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrmLsltGH8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/sLsrS6OTzh4/s72-c/Image482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-2901608637174776068</id><published>2007-08-04T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T07:03:49.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crappy CIP thing. woke up at 6 on a sunday morning. i mean, WHO DOES THAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yah. it was red-umbrella-ful and dried-earth-ful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random photos now. (i seem to be uploading photos more often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrVsr1tGH5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/50pvxPIxtQA/s1600-h/Image369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095098053845983122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrVsr1tGH5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/50pvxPIxtQA/s320/Image369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't this prettyyy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrVssFtGH6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/3iWnWJMRx-k/s1600-h/Image348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095098058140950434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrVssFtGH6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/3iWnWJMRx-k/s320/Image348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artistic, yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrVssFtGH7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/damj3Ae-zj0/s1600-h/Image342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095098058140950450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrVssFtGH7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/damj3Ae-zj0/s320/Image342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melted, vigorously mixed shrek ice cream (wasnt mine)&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;graphs befuddle me! (no idea what that word means, but now seems like an appropriate time to use it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late night studying once again. taking a break after a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;i am very amused (and slightly miffed) at the controversy the drama competition is conjuring. ok no. its not the competition. its the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, an innocent bystander, watching three classes pit against each other in the most spiteful array of insults, threats and vulgarities i have ever seen being slapped on each others' tagboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. and why am i amused, you ask? it is because this skit thing was meant to be a fun activity for sec 2s to enjoy before their streamings, THATS why! now it has been miraculously transformed into a battle between the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly. will the freakin skit look good in your resume in the future when you apply to jobs? oh, i can see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience:&lt;br /&gt;- winning first/second/third in an inter-class drama competition during Secondary Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer, my friends, is NO. in fact, it will look pretty juvenile and out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly. when we all turn 16/17 (WHATEVER AGE), we graduate, leaving this school forever and probably never returning to study here ever again. As hard as it is to believe, but I will have you know that when that time comes, all these things WILL NOT seem to matter anymore. So why leave more embarrassing situations for you to laugh about in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly. It is all very admirable, i will admit, the class spirit shown by all three classes. But do you not feel that it is a sad waste of class spirit if you direct it in the wrong way? True class spirit does not have to be exhibited by publicly demeaning other people, or blatantly scorning others who have succeeded in areas you did not. As cliche as this may sound, my friend, class spirit is expressing unity in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k shall stop. congrats to the three classes who won the prelims, btw.&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;on a more solemn note (HAHAHA yeah right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MOVIES I MUST CATCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;RUSH HOUR 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HAIRSPRAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;EVAN ALMIGHTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-2901608637174776068?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/2901608637174776068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=2901608637174776068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/2901608637174776068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/2901608637174776068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/08/crappy-cip-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrVsr1tGH5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/50pvxPIxtQA/s72-c/Image369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-1411931419283428134</id><published>2007-08-04T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T08:35:03.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I SAW A MALAY GUY WHO LOOKED LIKE PETE WENTZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall upload pictures of the second most handsome guy i know (seriously we are talking MODEL MATERIAL here!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrSaJ1tGH1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/QCtCm7c-3DA/s1600-h/Image463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094866572288597842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrSaJ1tGH1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/QCtCm7c-3DA/s320/Image463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKI HO MIA GAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrSaKFtGH2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/P8Kkfgjz3bA/s1600-h/Image462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094866576583565154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrSaKFtGH2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/P8Kkfgjz3bA/s320/Image462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrSb-1tGH4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/F1Mdua4rJc0/s1600-h/Image212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094868582333292418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrSb-1tGH4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/F1Mdua4rJc0/s320/Image212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... his soulful gaze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrSaK1tGH3I/AAAAAAAAAME/Nq2kqsm9874/s1600-h/Image465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094866589468467058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrSaK1tGH3I/AAAAAAAAAME/Nq2kqsm9874/s320/Image465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute, yah? plushie huskies on rollerskates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"not all who wander are lost..."&lt;/em&gt; aaahh just love this line. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-1411931419283428134?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/1411931419283428134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=1411931419283428134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1411931419283428134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1411931419283428134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-saw-malay-guy-who-looked-like-pete.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RrSaJ1tGH1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/QCtCm7c-3DA/s72-c/Image463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-7999209349711259678</id><published>2007-08-02T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T07:04:33.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>call me weird, but i've been thinking about a question a lot of people tend to ask me: How is it like being a twin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how i have been asked this question ALL MY LIFE but never really got around to thinking about it. BUT NOW I SHALL! *bows at imaginary applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me clear up some misunderstandings. having a twin is NOT AT ALL like having a three-dimensional mirror image following you around and doing the same things as you, at the same time. it's more like having a super-close sister/brother with a different personality, who will probably understand you better than anyone else would. or not. depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, whatever a twin does, it does not necessarily mean that the other twin must do it, too. it just doesn't work that way! like imagine if you wanna go to the toilet and someone asks you "hey why isn't your twin going to the toilet too?" damn awkward right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being a twin has great advantages. we can talk about absolutely ANYTHING. how many of you can do that to someone? (this question applies to unmarried people only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, whatever one twin is going through, the other twin is probably going through it too. or not. like i said, it depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its kinda bad for my parents financially. its like having double of everything. which makes me feel guilty very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, its a blessing to have a twin and i encourage everyone to get one too. HAHAHA how ironic was that.&lt;br /&gt;....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run away for all i care&lt;br /&gt;but don't expect any of us&lt;br /&gt;to welcome you back&lt;br /&gt;your act is old&lt;br /&gt;do you think that it will&lt;br /&gt;affect us like it did the first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead, think you're right&lt;br /&gt;like you always do&lt;br /&gt;like it's right to call our father&lt;br /&gt;an idiot and claim he doesn't&lt;br /&gt;care for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kick up a huge fuss when all&lt;br /&gt;you have is one point to argue&lt;br /&gt;tell all you're friends about it&lt;br /&gt;we don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you can&lt;br /&gt;support yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i watch you struggle with&lt;br /&gt;phone bills you can't pay&lt;br /&gt;you can watch me scoff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-7999209349711259678?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/7999209349711259678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=7999209349711259678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/7999209349711259678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/7999209349711259678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/08/changed-my-blogskin-one-might-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-4268856574001093864</id><published>2007-07-27T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:46:37.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been considerably uncommited to my blog. so i shall blog about my boring life once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. N2D RUN. a waste of a precious friday night!!! (and i dont really care that our school is the first to hold such an event)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who in their right mind would spend the better part of the evening in school to sweat it out running kilometres all for the sake of donations to your cca, WHEN THE DONATIONS ARE ALREADY IN???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right. idiotic lil me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to admit i was on a high for some weird reason. got some pics in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RqrUzFtGHwI/AAAAAAAAALM/2oOnkyaY5Jg/s1600-h/Image433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092116302865506050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RqrUzFtGHwI/AAAAAAAAALM/2oOnkyaY5Jg/s320/Image433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RqrUzltGHxI/AAAAAAAAALU/7rLpJOURKYo/s1600-h/Image435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092116311455440658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RqrUzltGHxI/AAAAAAAAALU/7rLpJOURKYo/s320/Image435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RqrUzltGHyI/AAAAAAAAALc/QGLPV_zlzCY/s1600-h/Image438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092116311455440674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RqrUzltGHyI/AAAAAAAAALc/QGLPV_zlzCY/s320/Image438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RqrU0FtGHzI/AAAAAAAAALk/0aKlogmL_cQ/s1600-h/Image442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092116320045375282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RqrU0FtGHzI/AAAAAAAAALk/0aKlogmL_cQ/s320/Image442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. me and my big nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BORROWED LORD OF THE RINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. probably the LAST person in the english-speaking world to do so (actually no, i think karyn hasnt gotten it yet. HAH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only bits of the plot i actually understand only comes from the movies. i will NOT admit that the only reason why im ploughing thru the beginning is because im waiting for the introduction of legolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not being typical here, ok fine so maybe i am, but orlando bloom is probably the only living male who can look acceptable with long blonde hair. even the guy who plays lucius doesnt even look that good in his blonde-to-the-point-of-white hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH RUSH HOUR 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-4268856574001093864?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/4268856574001093864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=4268856574001093864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4268856574001093864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4268856574001093864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-been-considerably-uncommited-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RqrUzFtGHwI/AAAAAAAAALM/2oOnkyaY5Jg/s72-c/Image433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-601868134252964394</id><published>2007-07-18T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:59:32.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after much much much reflection, i have decided. heck care if you're the oldest. heck care if you "love your family". damn it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always the same thing. she always thinks she's right. and that her evil little sisters are out to get her, demean her in the eyes of her parents. well no matter how many times i say it, she just doesnt get it, now does she? but im saying it one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE NOT TRYING TO HURT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will vomit blood if she understands this simple statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just doesn't listen. does she listen when i say "we only tell her because she's the only one who can help" or when i say "we aren't trying to get you in trouble"? BAH! i bet my blister-covered foot that she doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what? whatever. i will open up to you no more. i will spill out my secrets before you use them as ammunition to feel better about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the one person who can tempt me to use vulgarities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-601868134252964394?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/601868134252964394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=601868134252964394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/601868134252964394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/601868134252964394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-much-much-much-reflection-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-4206051486148159054</id><published>2007-07-14T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T05:05:39.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WENT TO THE ANIME CONVENTION THINGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so tired. soooo sooooo tired. i have a blister on my foot, so it says a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i hv so many pics! (im not authorised to upload about half of them cuz they are of simin and chloe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi3DDc57XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/o3um-pRrAlI/s1600-h/Image382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087017042209009010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi3DDc57XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/o3um-pRrAlI/s320/Image382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dunno who they are cosplaying as. just took for the sake of taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi3Djc57ZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Jsf22Qd3HIk/s1600-h/Image385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087017050798943634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi3Djc57ZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Jsf22Qd3HIk/s320/Image385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUNNY FROM OURAAAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi6ETc57hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6KI0urOiB80/s1600-h/Image394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087020362218728978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi6ETc57hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6KI0urOiB80/s320/Image394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short Mori and a tall Hunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi3Dzc57aI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dJDpHbU1koA/s1600-h/Image386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087017055093910946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi3Dzc57aI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dJDpHbU1koA/s320/Image386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tidus model. not that i play ff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi3Dzc57bI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OanjD1SJ8WE/s1600-h/Image387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087017055093910962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi3Dzc57bI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OanjD1SJ8WE/s320/Image387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi7iDc57mI/AAAAAAAAALE/nRHJvDUORXE/s1600-h/Image411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087021972831465058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi7iDc57mI/AAAAAAAAALE/nRHJvDUORXE/s320/Image411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vampire knights cosplayers! the costumes are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi4oDc57cI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sd3XquTwG-Y/s1600-h/Image389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087018777375796674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi4oDc57cI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sd3XquTwG-Y/s320/Image389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi4ojc57dI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPO5qDFpANY/s1600-h/Image390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087018785965731282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi4ojc57dI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPO5qDFpANY/s320/Image390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi4ojc57eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/VEW2f2Abg0U/s1600-h/Image391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087018785965731298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi4ojc57eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/VEW2f2Abg0U/s320/Image391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi4ozc57fI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WLhjynDZkG4/s1600-h/Image392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087018790260698610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi4ozc57fI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WLhjynDZkG4/s320/Image392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weird models of weird things. once again just taking for the sake of taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi4pDc57gI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GDUjz84zP-s/s1600-h/Image393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087018794555665922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi4pDc57gI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GDUjz84zP-s/s320/Image393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh. no idea who as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi6Ejc57iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vCZzBk0yJx4/s1600-h/Image399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087020366513696290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi6Ejc57iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vCZzBk0yJx4/s320/Image399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super frilly stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi6Ezc57jI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gyKU67E385Y/s1600-h/Image402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087020370808663602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi6Ezc57jI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gyKU67E385Y/s320/Image402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naruto people. not that i watch naruto. (facing the wrong angle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi6FDc57kI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gbOoztb2FZ8/s1600-h/Image405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087020375103630914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi6FDc57kI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gbOoztb2FZ8/s320/Image405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a kingdom hearts person. not that i play......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi6FTc57lI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Bv3ffUu2N3k/s1600-h/Image406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087020379398598226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi6FTc57lI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Bv3ffUu2N3k/s320/Image406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chobits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh thats all the nice photos. i shall go knock out now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-4206051486148159054?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/4206051486148159054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=4206051486148159054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4206051486148159054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4206051486148159054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/07/went-to-anime-convention-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rpi3DDc57XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/o3um-pRrAlI/s72-c/Image382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-3718161035941905152</id><published>2007-07-13T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T07:37:38.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah yes. im blogging now. IM BLOGGING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nothing has happened much. ok no. i was just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid project work has FINALLY finished (about 2 months later than the rest of the other projects) after months of slogging and crap. WHY did i have to choose this project? WHHYYY???? *thinks of greater good thinks of greater good thinks of greater good*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyebags are horrible. moisturiser doesnt work on em (like karyn said it would). i havent slept well in three days! and it aint even the test season!!! yah i blame project work and my lack of judgement once again. i slept in class for the second time this year. cant blame me, really. it was physics. and i was dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i attended a wedding last week. it was... interesting. seeing as i have never seen the guy and his bride before. he is my erm... dad's cousin. so that makes him my uncle. huh. the uncle i never knew existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the pleasure of sitting next to my most... favourite... relatives. my oldest cousin happens to be a very... "mature"... person for a twenty-six year old. shall say no more about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my youngest uncle (sounds weird) swapped bowls of been hoon with me cuz he knows i adore prawns (his bowl had three, mine had none) shall ignore the fact that he doesnt like prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to a comic convention tmrw! (sounds geeky but i assure u, ITS NOT! i think.) im so excited. going with chloe, simin and her friends. karyns not interested. shame, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the N2D think is such an annoying event. we have to run and get people to donate. stupid isnt it???? like wad if u run then no one wants to donate??? WHAT HAPPENS THEN???? you're running for a lost cause. but im going, being the oh-so-generous person that i am. (shall omit the fact that im doing this cuz my friends are gonna be there too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im pissed at a particular cca teacher's attitude. she claims its voluntary but she insists we have to tell her the reason if we cant make it. "teachers donate, but we just don't tell you" she claims. nd she rants on about how she pitched in money to install the wooden bars in the dance room.  yeah. sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of strolling my way through 1 km. then maybe i shall do an impromptu juggling performance in the hall to entertain fellow runners. NOT. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanson's penny and me rocks my late nights. does liking an indie rock band mean im weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-3718161035941905152?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/3718161035941905152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=3718161035941905152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/3718161035941905152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/3718161035941905152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/07/ah-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-1760135864017888340</id><published>2007-06-22T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:37:42.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went out with viv and bernie today. i think its pretty weird that i enjoyed myself even tho a lot of bad things happened. the weather was kinder, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viv and i met up with bernie in the weirdest way. viv and i met at hougang station and found out that bernie wants to meet us at serangoon cuz she missed 74, then viv and i boarded the train to serangoon only to find out that bernie wasnt on it and we immediately got off. then bernie was on the next train. so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we reached plaza sing and walked around and walked out. we actually didnt know where we were going and were walking to random places. then bernie and viv whipped out their lil digital cameras and started taking pics of "artistic" stuff for their school work. it was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bernie took this pic of the sky and some building and viv to a close up of a PLANT. then we went to HMV and browsed a LOT. bernie wanted to get the album of The Academy Is... but it was 26 bucks. HMV is a cold place with a lot of nice cds. i saw Hanson's album but had no drive to buy it. the stupid price-sticker-paster pasted the price tag on Taylor's face!!!! (ok i bet u dont know what im talking about so im just gonna stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ate at delifrance. it was the first time i ate pizza with utensils. we drank ice caffe mocha and viv and bernie moaned about how there was no whipped cream at the top. the mushroom and cheese pizza was delicious! i havent eaten pizza in a long time. we took a long time to call for the bill tho. and the waiter was really bored cuz we took a long time to pay it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ran across the road to takashimaya. bernie pronounces kinokuniya funnily. oh in kinokuniya i noticed this weird guy with weird hair and a weird black shirt kept following us around weirdly. honest. i shall not explain about the guy who works there. u can see bernie's blog about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to get some drinks. then viv got caught on the escalator hand rail that was going down, and was dragged down by it. then i grabbed her and started pulling and bernie pulled too. we saved her life man! then bernie told us about how some woman was glaring at her cuz she probably almost whammed into her daughter while pulling viv. then bernie blamed viv for that woman glaring at her. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then we got drinks and ice cream at mcdonalds. viv got the shrek-inspired ice cream, which was really gross cuz it was all green and gooey and... eurgh. so we talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then viv and bernie were stopped by this ah beng looking guy who asked us to donate 2 dollars. all i could see was some fuzzy orange thing between viv and bernie cuz they are so tall. then i stepped forward out of curiosity and he looked at me and rambled on about some "saving ex-convicts thing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hesitating. we kept being asked by people to donate the whole day, but i didnt, so i thot its fate pushing me to do charity. so i was digging in my wallet for some coins when i saw that his nails were LONG and PAINTED, and not cooly painted ok. it was purple and silver and awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a really tall guy walked past from in front and said to me "Say No." but it took me a long time to get what he said. but it was too late, cuz i was already searching for change. i asked viv "eh can share?" and the ah beng was like "eerrr can share but TRY not to share." like WAD??? i wasnt asking HIM lah. and u cant ask ppl for charity like that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i donated 2 bucks and bernie and viv donated 1 dollar each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we proceeded into the mrt and suddenly this old lady fell on the escalator. but i dont think she was hurt that much, but she made a really big deal out of it when she got off. then bernie and viv started talking about how we could have been scammed by the ah beng!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like such an idiot. i still do. that ah beng might be spending our 4 bucks on crack now for all we know. i wanted to go back and ask him for my money back, but viv and bernie were telling me to move on. WHY DID I DONATE??? WHHHYYYY?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i told them about the guy who told me to say no, and they were like "eh then why never listen???" bernie reckoned that that guy was an angel (cuz he was wearing a white shirt) and was sent to warn me. and she continued her story, saying that i will meet him on orchard road in the future and we will fall in love and get married. viv and i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then viv said she was going to pray and apologise to God because i didnt listen to the "angel". HAH. they cheered me up a lot with their mindless jokes. but im still an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im really tired. so i shall end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-1760135864017888340?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/1760135864017888340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=1760135864017888340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1760135864017888340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1760135864017888340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-went-out-with-viv-and-bernie-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-1410161272304345495</id><published>2007-06-18T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:10:50.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha. it amuses me how i can neglect my blog for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well im here at home right now, skipping camp cuz i hv a nifty MC. but i feel kinda bad AND weird abt it cuz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's really nothing wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Karyn's going alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm alone at home feeling bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go because i didn't want to let karyn go alone, but she told me not to go because she knew that she would choose not to go if she could. i think i feel weird because karyn's not here. i mean, when you spend nearly 24 hours a day with the same person for about 14 years, you really get used to that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, i'm planning to finish all my homework by today so karyn and i can go to jasmin's house tomorrow and hear her and amanda play. and im not really doing a good job because im not supposed to be blogging. EHHEHHEHHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda nervous for school. I have no idea why. i don't know a lot of things, like who will be our english teacher be (though i have mixed feelings on whther i want to find out) or who our geography teacher is (it's definitely not going to be mr wong, i asked). and i honestly hope we arent gonna SEW for home econ. cuz that would really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go find my sense of humor now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-1410161272304345495?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/1410161272304345495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=1410161272304345495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1410161272304345495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1410161272304345495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-8035788195099064598</id><published>2007-06-08T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:13:39.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. this shall be my last post til i jet off to thailand. IM GETTING ALL EMOTIONAL NOW! *fans hysterically at eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. SNAP OUT OF IT KELLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got around to packing my clothes. i still hv yet to pack my other essentials. EHHEHHEHHEH. im the worst tourist man. but im really excited abt seeing how bangkok is really like, seeing as all i know about thailand is what i read in rice without rain. and thats only about farming and communism and real depressing stuff. oh and that we beat em in soccer. and that they sell us rice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pathetic. i really should start reading the newspaper more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG GTG PACK OK BYE ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-8035788195099064598?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/8035788195099064598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=8035788195099064598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/8035788195099064598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/8035788195099064598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-1853183162275741457</id><published>2007-06-06T04:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T05:35:37.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>simin and chloe came over today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;i shall entertain you all with photos coupled with various plots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmaaf3BiMuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VA4U8dEMkOc/s1600-h/Image229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072911902416450274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmaaf3BiMuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VA4U8dEMkOc/s320/Image229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lift photo! one out of many failed attempts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmaa7XBiMvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FjBvevXU_VQ/s1600-h/Image231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072912374862852850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmaa7XBiMvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FjBvevXU_VQ/s320/Image231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we entered the house, our brave guard dog, niki, immediately lunged for simin's throat. it was amusing to watch. HAH no. HE WAS BEING FRIENDLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rman0nBiNDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eUPYdHC77zo/s1600-h/Image267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072926552549897266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rman0nBiNDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eUPYdHC77zo/s320/Image267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;banana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmaninBiNCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gXzFR2QrAJw/s1600-h/Image266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072926243312251938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmaninBiNCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gXzFR2QrAJw/s320/Image266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPLIT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we got settled into the couch and started watching "She's the Man". we got the drinks and the lolipops ready, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so i began the "Nescafe Mocha Latte Commercial" model auditions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets bring out contestaaaant numbeeerrrr oooonnnneee!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmab5HBiMwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c8Pc2QN-ZHo/s1600-h/Image239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072913435719774978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmab5HBiMwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c8Pc2QN-ZHo/s320/Image239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIMIN! (ok this doesnt count cuz she wasnt ready and i didnt tell her i was gonna take the pic.)haha im mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next up is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmacvnBiMxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/duMWBYwJXS4/s1600-h/Image234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072914372022645522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmacvnBiMxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/duMWBYwJXS4/s320/Image234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHLOEEEE! (not counted either cuz she didnt noe. again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last but not least, we haaaave... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmadAnBiMyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RZpG_FEdAWc/s1600-h/Image235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072914664080421666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmadAnBiMyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RZpG_FEdAWc/s320/Image235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKI!!!! haha he actually wasnt supposed to be here, but he popped in last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then niki decided to go ahead and flirt with chloe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so begins the love story of chloe and niki, "romeo and juliet" style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;starring: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmadtnBiMzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/q3Y2uW3n5SE/s1600-h/Image246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072915437174534962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmadtnBiMzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/q3Y2uW3n5SE/s320/Image246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;niki, who is playing romeo, and his deadly, saliva-coated pacifier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmaecnBiM0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/-yt72dQE3IE/s1600-h/Image242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072916244628386626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmaecnBiM0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/-yt72dQE3IE/s320/Image242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chloe as juliet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmafFnBiM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Vf8-eFNa4Ow/s1600-h/Image252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072916949003023186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmafFnBiM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Vf8-eFNa4Ow/s320/Image252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, romeo attempts to chat up juliet. he approaches her and presents her with his sure-fire-to-win-the-girl gift, his pacifier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmagz3BiM3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/iTPReKjq-NA/s1600-h/Image262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072918843083600754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmagz3BiM3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/iTPReKjq-NA/s320/Image262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;juliet is pleased with his offerings. (see the smile?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmaf5XBiM2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/4b1Av9mMbug/s1600-h/Image249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072917838061253474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmaf5XBiM2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/4b1Av9mMbug/s320/Image249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juliet accepts his gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmahNnBiM4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/N7uNtDJKGQo/s1600-h/Image247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072919285465232258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmahNnBiM4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/N7uNtDJKGQo/s320/Image247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they soon spend quality time with each other, but due to the objections of simin and karyn, they had to do so in secret. hence, they decided to stage the very famous... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmahnnBiM5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JQIpbxJ50S8/s1600-h/Image251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072919732141831058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmahnnBiM5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JQIpbxJ50S8/s320/Image251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;balcony scene! (theres niki beside the couch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juliet (chloe) : oh niki, niki, wherefore art thou dog. deny thy father and refuse thy name, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and thou shall not be a chan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and niki craps on about wanting to be a glove on chloe's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, simin, karyn and i were very unhappy with their relationship and decide to kill niki with... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmaih3BiM6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/O5-Xt25E65k/s1600-h/Image270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072920732869211042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmaih3BiM6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/O5-Xt25E65k/s320/Image270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STICKY MARSHMALLOWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmaiwXBiM7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/HaP3lSyLkUo/s1600-h/Image272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072920981977314226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmaiwXBiM7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/HaP3lSyLkUo/s320/Image272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note: extent of stickiness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmaj2nBiM8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/2HmYmE7_CuM/s1600-h/Image276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072922188863124418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmaj2nBiM8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/2HmYmE7_CuM/s320/Image276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: extent of squishiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmakL3BiM9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/9vrlUlsaH3w/s1600-h/Image305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072922553935344594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmakL3BiM9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/9vrlUlsaH3w/s320/Image305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo feels unwell, but juliet does not realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmakgHBiM-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/gRHZPFoggd0/s1600-h/Image306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072922901827695586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmakgHBiM-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/gRHZPFoggd0/s320/Image306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time chloe realises, it was all too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmalW3BiM_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/w8K3DYjmFcM/s1600-h/Image309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072923842425533426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmalW3BiM_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/w8K3DYjmFcM/s320/Image309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;armed with tissue, juliet says her final goodbyes. as the lovers touch across time, romeo gives juliet one last, soulful look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmamInBiNAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OGPrUii3uxA/s1600-h/Image310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072924697124025346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmamInBiNAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OGPrUii3uxA/s320/Image310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo passes away in his beloved juliet's arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmamX3BiNBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MUMebbf-YXE/s1600-h/Image311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072924959117030418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RmamX3BiNBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MUMebbf-YXE/s320/Image311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;juliet weeps and mourns for his death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but dont worry. shes not stupid enough to commit suicide because of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAH. how i manage to come up with this story, i do not know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall a fun day. i had to suffer to take these photos tho.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-1853183162275741457?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/1853183162275741457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=1853183162275741457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1853183162275741457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1853183162275741457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/06/simin-and-chloe-came-over-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rmaaf3BiMuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VA4U8dEMkOc/s72-c/Image229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-670093669488457837</id><published>2007-06-05T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:22:00.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SEE STRAWBERRY MILK. OH YES I DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah no. weird way to start a post, but hey. i miss drinking strawberry milk now. forgot to buy a carton for TWO WEEKS. apparently the NTUC is undergoing some major renovation that u hv to run all over the place (yes, that was what we did) just to find some male, anti-dandruff shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure if im psyched for Bangkok. i heard theres this... place... where grown men cross dress and wear make up in attempt to look like women and they dance to really... exotic music, and well, it was all really disturbing (it was on tv today). maybe its just me and my narrow-mindedness, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's friend also said that the food there is terrible, so tourists will lose 3-5kg. erm. wow. good to noe. all i noe of Thailand cuisine is tom yam, and its not exactly something i wld like to eat three meals a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i ALSO heard that the clothes and bags are nice (and CHEAP!). maybe i might find something i like. ok i noe i might sound bimbotic and girly, but can u blame me? honestly. my school bag has a hole inside of it and a rip in the net where the bottle's supposed to go, so that needs to be changed. (i've been using it for a year and a half, so it lessens the guilt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simin told me its really hot, so i got my hair cut. the guy thinned it a LOT, so now my hair's really light and all. HAH! beat THAT hot weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think im getting excited for this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i'll even get to see Bird Tong Chai. *croons* sa baaii sa baaaiiii...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-670093669488457837?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/670093669488457837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=670093669488457837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/670093669488457837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/670093669488457837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-see-strawberry-milk.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-8100866677447370279</id><published>2007-05-29T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:56:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rl0c30pYW5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/I6Y3YL5nW_g/s1600-h/Image211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070240500839635858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rl0c30pYW5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/I6Y3YL5nW_g/s320/Image211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sun-bathing, australian dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a high fever yesterday! i felt so sick i tell u. my speed was that of a sloth. i took so many panadols, i wonder why im still alive. strepsils saved my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to postpone my movie marathon with karyn, simin and chloe cuz of my fever. screw my fever lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that can comfort me is my mom's special prawn noodles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-8100866677447370279?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/8100866677447370279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=8100866677447370279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/8100866677447370279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/8100866677447370279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-sun-bathing-australian-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rl0c30pYW5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/I6Y3YL5nW_g/s72-c/Image211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-4041794689291741171</id><published>2007-05-28T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T01:12:52.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was such a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went over to bernie's for movies and dinner. we had five hours of ben stiller-ness with along came polly and dodgeball. must say that both movies were nice and all, but they werent really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i kept taking photos of karyn, viv and bernie when they least expected, which was very fun. and then they attacked me with cushions and doooown i went! (u can see photos of that on karyn's blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;then we watched tv. i was amused at benji's breakdown when the judges announced that he got into the top ten. the girl who didnt wait for him and got married outta shoot herself. HAH kidding. then i played a thrilling, one-player game of shrieking out the names of the dancers who appeared. im a weird person, i noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;oh yes we had a nice dinner. we had salmon, baked potatoes, long beans and carrots. there was beef for viv and bernie too, which smelled so good but i wasnt allowed to eat beef. it was nice and filling. and bernie's mom was so sweet in saying that the best flattery for a chef is when her/his dishes are finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;here are the pics that i took. without their permission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rlt7PkpYW0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/tMwDo0bi-Jg/s1600-h/Image195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069781313001118530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rlt7PkpYW0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/tMwDo0bi-Jg/s320/Image195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another lift pic in bernie's posh lift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rlt7skpYW1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/FLII8pplQeQ/s1600-h/Image199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069781811217324882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rlt7skpYW1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/FLII8pplQeQ/s320/Image199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats bernie for ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rlt7-kpYW2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/8Q8Cohk2uck/s1600-h/Image204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069782120454970210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rlt7-kpYW2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/8Q8Cohk2uck/s320/Image204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hee thats karyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rlt8VEpYW3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/_sKlnV68vQk/s1600-h/Image205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069782507002026866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rlt8VEpYW3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/_sKlnV68vQk/s320/Image205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thats viv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rlt8ekpYW4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/jwnVJuBA7gE/s1600-h/Image203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069782670210784130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rlt8ekpYW4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/jwnVJuBA7gE/s320/Image203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the three goons. if u look carefully, bernie's actually attempting to blend into her curtain to avoid detection. HAH just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;i actually hv more pics, but im not gonna risk my life uploading more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-4041794689291741171?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/4041794689291741171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=4041794689291741171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4041794689291741171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4041794689291741171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-was-such-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rlt7PkpYW0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/tMwDo0bi-Jg/s72-c/Image195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-8729405239669305816</id><published>2007-05-27T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T05:58:34.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whooo slept so much today. suddenly felt so darn sleepy. my parents thought i was getting sick and had fever cuz i had such a huge headache yesterday. blah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;random pics of yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rll-A0pYWtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bymSW2MMVaE/s1600-h/Image161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069221408179509970" style="CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rll-A0pYWtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bymSW2MMVaE/s320/Image161.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us in the lift. mirrors are a useful phototaking tool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rll-a0pYWuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6PvBtY_YWIE/s1600-h/Image166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069221854856108770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rll-a0pYWuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6PvBtY_YWIE/s320/Image166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the result of boredom in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rll_A0pYWvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tmq9GJeMHEU/s1600-h/Image167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069222507691137778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rll_A0pYWvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tmq9GJeMHEU/s320/Image167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;us being our goofy selves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rll_Z0pYWxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PJRLFlIOAKs/s1600-h/Image168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069222937187867410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rll_Z0pYWxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PJRLFlIOAKs/s320/Image168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAH. another goofy picture on my part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rll_pkpYWyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AWoaP7qVUDo/s1600-h/Image178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069223207770807074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rll_pkpYWyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AWoaP7qVUDo/s320/Image178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;something thingamabob called a CULTURED PEARL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RlmAA0pYWzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IUAP8iX4QIQ/s1600-h/Image179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069223607202765618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RlmAA0pYWzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IUAP8iX4QIQ/s320/Image179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;karyn, my dad, barney and friends. megan must be so jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(megan is my mom's friend's daughter who is obsessed with barney.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats all i got! &gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-8729405239669305816?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/8729405239669305816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=8729405239669305816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/8729405239669305816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/8729405239669305816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/05/whooo-slept-so-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/Rll-A0pYWtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bymSW2MMVaE/s72-c/Image161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-4107019030781364336</id><published>2007-05-25T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T06:06:20.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAST. DAY. OF. SCHOOOOOOOLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hv never felt more relaxed and carefree this entire year than i do at this moment. Not only is there a reasonable amount of homework, im going on HOLIDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go to bernie's house for movies with karyn and viv. gonna watch purely ben stiller shows! i can never get enough of his acting. i miss those two wacky comedians-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and simin and chloe are gonna come over to watch movies as well. they'd better bring strawberry milk... oh and im gonna brace myself for horror movies cuz it jus so happens that chloe and simin are close to being obsessed with them. i shall prepare a pillow to muffle my screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres dance camp near the end of the june hols. bleagh. i WAS kinda looking forward to it,but now that i think abt it, im quite dreading it. the very fact that we hv to bring a leotard, the pants and dance shoes means that we actually hv to, well, dance.  but i actually think its gonna be cool to sleep in school. on the nice dark, dirty floor. with no air conditioning (yes, my prissiness is evident). im psyched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes our report books! i cant believe i TIED with nicholas. just CANT!!! but im pretty glad. its not every day u get to be 2nd place out of 7. *laughs nervously* KARYN TOPPED OUR CLASS AND THE ENTIRE EXPRESS LEVELLL!!!!!!!!! (i noe she's probably not gonna blog abt this cuz she's so modest and humble and all, so i shall do it for her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is officially insane. HAH no. but she is incredibly smart and im so proud of her. out of mischief, karyn and i decided to do a switcheroo of our name cards at the front of our report books. heres how my mom reacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: hey mom i got first in the whole level!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom: ...first?? ...FIRST???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: (nods furiously)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom: ...FIRST??? oh i noe. u switched the covers right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: *smiles sheepishly* heh yeah... (karyn hands mom my report book.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom: ...second?? ...SECOND???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: wah real wan u oso dun believe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is how my DAD reacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: dad i got first place in the whole level!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dad: wah first ah? good eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: yeah! wanna look a bit higher (meaning the report book) like where the name is?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dad: oh karyn got first ah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: yepp!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dad: wah first ah? good eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. i have amusing parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-4107019030781364336?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/4107019030781364336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=4107019030781364336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4107019030781364336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4107019030781364336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/05/last.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-6145095751884591221</id><published>2007-05-18T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:02:16.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my parents about my results and they didnt take it as bad as i thought they would. in fact, they took it much better than i did. im so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of my depressed state contributes to the fact that my parents even got my phone replaced. with the same model. and i feel so guilty. i dont deserve this. i dont deserve their money, their consideration, their good treatment, anything. and i cant reject the phone because i like the model so much and i need a phone. which makes me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself. and my materialism. and lack of filial piety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even begin to imagine how my sisters must feel. i mean, i dunk my two month old phone in water on MOTHER'S DAY and less than a week later, i get a new phone?? it must look so terribly unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet again, im too selfish to change anything. my dad refused to use the new phone cuz he claims his is "the best phone in the world". but i noe he's just being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while im over the moon, im downright gloomy as well. i used to roll my eyes at contradictory phrases, but now i kinda understand how they come about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-6145095751884591221?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/6145095751884591221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=6145095751884591221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/6145095751884591221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/6145095751884591221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/05/depression.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-7218153311636560070</id><published>2007-05-17T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T01:30:39.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was almost entirely spent in the hall. they expect us to have super legs that require no blood circulation at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before recess, we watched happy feet. yah i watched it before but it was nice to watch it again cuz then i can re-watch all the farnay parts. it renewed my love for dancing penguins. but it was TWO HOURS LONG and i couldnt feel my legs anymore after 1 and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i searched on wikipedia and it turns out brittany murphey DID sing "Somebody to Love" and "Boogie Wonderland". she can act AND sing. wow. but im sceptical abt her techno-pop album that she's working on right now. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they gave us a worksheet abt the movie. the last question was the easiest to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Question: If you could be any character in the movie, which would it be and why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanted to write: one of the 5 amigos. they rock the ice like no penguin has ever rocked before!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but instead, i wrote: one of the 5 amigos. they are adorable and they bring humor to the movie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah its so incredibly boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess we spent a lovely 3 hours watching the SLs go crazy with their self-organised record-breaking programme. the small dude managed to bounce the ping pong ball on the table tennis racket (raquet? racquet?) for abt 10 mins plus. i dont think i can last 10 seconds with that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today was a sad, sad day. and the weather is cooperating nicely as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was ok. i think i might get an A1. if i get an A1 for english, i will lick my shoe. ok no i wont. but it was a relief to find that i didnt do that bad, but im still a tad disappointed. and maths was slightly disappointing too, but at least i managed to bag an A1 for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science is a definite B4. DnT too. chinese as well, needless to say. all these subjects make me wanna down hundreds of sleeping pills. hah no im kidding. im not suicidal. but im still really down. at least i still have the rest of this week and the next to mope before i am graced with the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are my intended plans: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;SLEEP!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have simon and bee come over for a movie session&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go out with bernie and viv&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go over to Jas' house, uninvited or not &gt;=D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bangkok!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend quality time with niki&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;last, and definitely the least, split. my legs are rustyyyyy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh so yepp. thats all i got.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-7218153311636560070?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/7218153311636560070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=7218153311636560070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/7218153311636560070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/7218153311636560070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-was-almost-entirely-spent-in.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-4907479743699163241</id><published>2007-05-13T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:23:28.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS, GRANDMOTHERS, GREAT-GRANDMOTHERS AND THE FEW GREAT-GREAT-GRANDMOTHERS OUT THERE WHO ARE STILL ALIVE. OH AND MOTHERS-TO-BE AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if u really think abt it, there wouldnt BE a mother's day if there werent any children. so we kids take some credits as well. cuz without kids, mothers wouldnt be mothers, right? but happy mother's day anyway. love u mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant tell u how sucky today was for me. but i'll get to the sucky part later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a buffet lunch in PARISS (nono its not a typo, its a restaurant name.) it had EBI TEMPURA and i tried SASHIMI for the first time there. its not really all that great but... yah. its edible. at least. its more jelly-like than other non-jelly food i hv ever eaten. (did that make sense?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are so darn KIASU. as IF the many mini-cakes (which are very adorable) will suddenly disappear if you dont reach there before me. i find that an insult, mind u, cuz i cant eat that many mini-cakes (even if they ARE mini, but they are waaayyy too cheesy so it makes up for it) in one buffet lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah, to that super kiasu person, THANK U for scowling and muttering under ur breath when i oh-so-conveniently reached the tongs first. honestly! i hv never met a more kiasu, or to put it in nicer terms, mini-cake-obsessed person in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh they hv nice shark's fin soup. the thing that helps u get over the guilt over drinking shark's fin soup is you noe that it only takes up a teensy percentage of the entire soup, and u nv really noe where it is and whether ur drinking it. but it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we watched spiderman 3. its NICE OK!! quite funny too. but i hv officially lost the only reason i bother to watch spiderman in the first place due to the loss of one very appealingly sinister character. (i dont wanna say anything in case i get sued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. then i managed to spoil my handphone. no words can express how down i feel right now. i hate myself so much. and i spoiled it on MOTHER'S DAY which officially makes me the worst daughter on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone just shoot me and get it over and done with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-4907479743699163241?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/4907479743699163241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=4907479743699163241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4907479743699163241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4907479743699163241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day-to-all-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-7362126541051373757</id><published>2007-05-12T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T16:50:46.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My midnight snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkZSkfUiITI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_ZY9dIeh1o4/s1600-h/Image097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063825617861091634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkZSkfUiITI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_ZY9dIeh1o4/s320/Image097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;marshmallows and chocolate syrup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-7362126541051373757?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/7362126541051373757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=7362126541051373757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/7362126541051373757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/7362126541051373757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-midnight-snack-marshmallows-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkZSkfUiITI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_ZY9dIeh1o4/s72-c/Image097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-6721049588476849711</id><published>2007-05-11T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:14:45.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bad times are over, but the worst has yet to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;gaaahhhhh blogs can be irritating. dunno why i even bother maintaining one. oh right. because i enjoy writing about my life and posting it for the world to see. &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yes. i changed my url to a more... un-lame one. (this much is obvious cuz ur alr reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;history and lit mid-years have officially raised a weird-looking bony lump on the left side of my right middle finger at the joint just below the nail. for those of u who cant comprehend wad i just said, perhaps THIS will give u a better idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkQEbvUiIRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vf8G3yrEPEA/s1600-h/Image088-edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063176755676848402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkQEbvUiIRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vf8G3yrEPEA/s320/Image088-edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sorry. the word is a bit small. and im too lazy to edit. so yah. ignore my fingernails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO YES. MID YEARS ARE OVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and ppl are congratulating me for surviving mid years AND reminding me that end of years have yet to come. ERM. yah. i think the only paper i dont mind getting back is... is... is... ERRR. maths paper 1?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as for the rest, well, lets just hope the marker leaves the stack of test papers by the window and a huge gust of wind blows by and the papers go fluttering down to a convenient pond below. OR BETTER YET. a cleaner mistakes it for a stack of waste paper and CHUCKS IT in the rubbish bin where it belongs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the after effects of having to study til 1 in the morning last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkQE4vUiISI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gjxUJEmqjYQ/s1600-h/Image092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063177253893054754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkQE4vUiISI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gjxUJEmqjYQ/s320/Image092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;karyn's bed. cluttered with maths notes and worksheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkPuUPUiILI/AAAAAAAAADk/1jAK2L8VdLg/s1600-h/Image093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063152437572018354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkPuUPUiILI/AAAAAAAAADk/1jAK2L8VdLg/s320/Image093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this was taken during my break from studying. HEH. random, i noe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and GUESS wad i saw wen i came home abt 20 mins ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkPvQ_UiIMI/AAAAAAAAADs/mB6hJKisX-Y/s1600-h/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063153481249071298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkPvQ_UiIMI/AAAAAAAAADs/mB6hJKisX-Y/s320/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dad and niki having a man-to-man BONDING SESSION! they were watching reruns of soccer matches when i took this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkPv-PUiINI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ggEDcHX1H6k/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063154258638151890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkPv-PUiINI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ggEDcHX1H6k/s320/Image078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;niki! its VERY hard to get a good pic of him cuz he's camera-shy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkPwRvUiIOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r7rh31LHpHM/s1600-h/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063154593645600994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkPwRvUiIOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r7rh31LHpHM/s320/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yesyes my photography skills need work. BUT HE'S SO DARN CUTE, IT DOESNT EVEN MATTER, NOW DOES IT??? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkPwg_UiIPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TaX16dhNFBM/s1600-h/Image079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063154855638606066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkPwg_UiIPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TaX16dhNFBM/s320/Image079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;another niki pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkPxEvUiIQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RpWd7DDSIvU/s1600-h/Image080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063155469818929410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkPxEvUiIQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RpWd7DDSIvU/s320/Image080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im. obsessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think my bedroom is haunted. when i was studying history there two nights ago, it was all silent and peaceful but all of a sudden, i could hear HEAVY BREATHING from behind me! its as if someone who just ran a killer 2.4 was breathing down my neck from behind, just that, you know, i didnt actually feel a breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so i turned around but there was nothing and the breathing suddenly stopped. i thot it might be niki sniffing at the door, but i couldnt see anything under the gap. so i thot it was jie who was buried under her blankets sleeping, but it wasnt. then i turned back to study again and the breathing resumed. then after a while it stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OFFICIALLY THE FREAKIEST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yah. nothing else to blog abt, so i shall leave u here. HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-6721049588476849711?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/6721049588476849711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=6721049588476849711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/6721049588476849711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/6721049588476849711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/05/bad-times-are-over-but-worst-has-yet-to.html' title='the bad times are over, but the worst has yet to come'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RkQEbvUiIRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vf8G3yrEPEA/s72-c/Image088-edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-7407238700401943765</id><published>2007-04-14T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:21:54.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOMECOMING DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;whooo. so fun, im telling ya. tho it would've been more fun if bianca, bernie, viv and kelicia were here. IM NOT BLAMING. just saying that i miss yall, thats all. REST WELL, BERNIE AND VIV. (they did NOT die, they had their 2.4 in the morning.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to sch super early. reached there at abt 8 am to meet clo and simin for breakfast at the prata shop near the school. it was so darn hot. but comforting. cuz we re-talked abt stuff we watched on tv last year. like how annoying jade from ANTM was. and how cute ken from project runway was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to school and found that we were the only ones from 206 that were there to set up our amazingly small stall. well it LOOKED small from far away. and it was REALLY far away. it was at the corner! near the toilet! where the media club ppl just HAD to install the blasting speaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we then scurried around to find an OM because the class key cupboard was padlocked. we needed the class key cuz jaslynn left the banner in the classroom, see. and clo and i forgot to take simin's coupons. we followed this sec 4 guy around cuz we didnt noe where "Lionel" (an OM, i think) was. so farnaaayyy... kept laughing at our ridiculous plight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok yah we panicked and i smsed a couple a ppl to come to school RIGHT AWAY to get the class key and set up the stall and stuff. but thats not important. whats important is the hair spray. let me tell ya ppl, hair spray is the money-making way to go. it sold like hotcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were so many cartons of drinks!!! and so much ice. and the styrofoam box had holes in it so it kept leaking puddles on the floor. which is near the wires. because of the speaker. then simin and clo mopped it up and blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the nice tall guy from the store next to us came and helped us hang up the banner. he even suggested we stab a hole in the banner to paste it on the higher banner in case it drops. and then a while later we sold our first drink! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so for a long while, i was just sitting there collecting money for thirsty ppl who wanted their hair damaged by hair spray. i refused to have mine sprayed. i felt simin's hair after it was sprayed and it was HARD!! and u wouldnt BELIEVE how vain guys are. i hv nv seen a guy look in a mirror longer than, well, SOME ppl. hehhehheh. &gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDkCm-xjKI/AAAAAAAAADE/S3rrSL9e9Yc/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053289515384409250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDkCm-xjKI/AAAAAAAAADE/S3rrSL9e9Yc/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDG8W-xizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IIHamG-y8bA/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;simin with her hair down. so prettyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SMILE, girl SMILE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDHgG-xi0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oW7dZXKg89o/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053258136353344322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDHgG-xi0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oW7dZXKg89o/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her sprayed hair. i think it has red and purple in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walked around the stores with ryn, simin and clo for two rounds. and the weather was so hot!!! gawd i couldnt WAIT to dive back into the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then at 1, jas and amanda arrived. i screamed my way towards them. they look so nice. weird isnt it? "nice". ok they look really tall, too. DAMMIT. and they have grown much prettier. AND THEY ARE CERTAINLY AS WACKY AS EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we took some craaazzzyyy photos. most with bad photography skills and bad lighting. the following photos are the few i (or amanda) managed to take without anyone's face being cut off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDICG-xi1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/9WJvhYxXZMM/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053258720468896594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDICG-xi1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/9WJvhYxXZMM/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;amanda and jas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDIw2-xi2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/26va5kxDoCQ/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053259523627780962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDIw2-xi2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/26va5kxDoCQ/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;amanda's first reaction when a camera aims her way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDKwm-xi4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Pu-roy98ZM4/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053261718356069250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDKwm-xi4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Pu-roy98ZM4/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;...aaaand her second. HAH just kidding. i dunno how i took that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDJkm-xi3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/IJD-iMVgfys/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053260412686011250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDJkm-xi3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/IJD-iMVgfys/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;amanda and karyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDLcG-xi5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FgL229Ljcng/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053262465680378770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDLcG-xi5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FgL229Ljcng/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;jas and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, which reminds me. JAS CUT AND REBONDED HER HAIR. WHY DID SHE CUT AND REBOND HER HAIR????? ok yah. continuing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDMB2-xi6I/AAAAAAAAABE/8uRrEnElqns/s1600-h/Thecrazyfour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053263114220440482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDMB2-xi6I/AAAAAAAAABE/8uRrEnElqns/s320/Thecrazyfour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;jas, me, amanda, karyn, and my very extra ice lemon tea can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDMXG-xi7I/AAAAAAAAABM/0hBWITe2FUE/s1600-h/thecrazy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053263479292660658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDMXG-xi7I/AAAAAAAAABM/0hBWITe2FUE/s320/thecrazy4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;karyn, jas, me, amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDM3W-xi8I/AAAAAAAAABU/fsYbXYqvcRk/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053264033343441858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDM3W-xi8I/AAAAAAAAABU/fsYbXYqvcRk/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;a very blur pic of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDOBW-xi9I/AAAAAAAAABc/sOJvDAVSI54/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053265304653761490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDOBW-xi9I/AAAAAAAAABc/sOJvDAVSI54/s320/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;blur again. us acting cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDO3G-xi-I/AAAAAAAAABk/RAr25QLq2bI/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053266228071730146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDO3G-xi-I/AAAAAAAAABk/RAr25QLq2bI/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bluuurrrr. the next pic is inspired by jasmin here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDP4W-xi_I/AAAAAAAAABs/-2w7PMOjoYs/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053267349058194418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDP4W-xi_I/AAAAAAAAABs/-2w7PMOjoYs/s320/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TA-DAAHHH!! we are acting umm... shocked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDQtm-xjAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xpxWZYjFfeg/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053268263886228482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDQtm-xjAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xpxWZYjFfeg/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;blur. us supposedly acting emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDS-2-xjBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BBkStZX9c8s/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053270759262227474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDS-2-xjBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BBkStZX9c8s/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;another amanda pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DID I MENTION WE DID HENNA? (ok we didnt DO it, but u get wad i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDWom-xjDI/AAAAAAAAACM/NVz4WQk9tsw/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053274775056649266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDWom-xjDI/AAAAAAAAACM/NVz4WQk9tsw/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;jasmin's. hers is an upside down aquarius sign above a dragon. the malay lady that did hers is soooo skilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDYJW-xjEI/AAAAAAAAACU/K2caOz0GPq8/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053276437208992834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDYJW-xjEI/AAAAAAAAACU/K2caOz0GPq8/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;amanda's. i think the pic is pretty self explanatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDbqm-xjFI/AAAAAAAAACc/TFMkbS74PMg/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053280306974526546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDbqm-xjFI/AAAAAAAAACc/TFMkbS74PMg/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;karyn's. pisces sign. aaanndd....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDe82-xjHI/AAAAAAAAACs/SlHzVDCOMxs/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053283919042022514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDe82-xjHI/AAAAAAAAACs/SlHzVDCOMxs/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;MINE. its a faint print cuz i wiped it off. i wanted a small pisces sign but horrible henna lady gave me some weird squiggly thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDV4W-xjCI/AAAAAAAAACE/mNrcm05au9E/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053273946127961122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDV4W-xjCI/AAAAAAAAACE/mNrcm05au9E/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;amanda and karyn. we were in KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDeXm-xjGI/AAAAAAAAACk/_jKzePDj7CU/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053283279091895394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDeXm-xjGI/AAAAAAAAACk/_jKzePDj7CU/s320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;jas and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDf62-xjII/AAAAAAAAAC0/UeTy2erU8g0/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053284984193911938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDf62-xjII/AAAAAAAAAC0/UeTy2erU8g0/s320/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;amanda with her shaggy hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDhqW-xjJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JfIJTQgCKCo/s1600-h/Image073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053286899749325970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2MqSyiKQh0/RiDhqW-xjJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JfIJTQgCKCo/s320/Image073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;amanda with specs and jas with her denise keller hair. amanda looks like aizen from Bleach here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thats all i got. all in all a wonderful homecoming day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;still woulda been nicer with viv, bernie, bianca and keli here. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank u simin and clo for understanding&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-7407238700401943765?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/7407238700401943765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=7407238700401943765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok bad day. baaaad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl just dont realise how lucky they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get the caffeine i apparently needed to stay alert throughout the day during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i LOATHE that people keep harping on one teensy mistake. i mean KEEP HARPING ON for a really long time. its just a stupid FONT! and its not even times new roman! and by the way, its times NEW roman, not times roman, like u claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yah, to this mystery person, THANK U for highlighting my lack of font judgement to the rest of the class. and go on abt A LEVELS and how u might flunk with a (AND I QUOTE!) "horrible powerpoint"?? but was there really a need to highlight it AGAIN? and when i had alr FINISHED THE PRESENTATION??? DURING ANOTHER PAIR'S PRESENTATION?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. i dont think so. but thanks for doing so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate biased teachers. i hate being angry. i hate it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-6040783064900278874?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/6040783064900278874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=6040783064900278874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/6040783064900278874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/6040783064900278874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-7329176727789868605</id><published>2007-03-24T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T07:49:42.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no hw this weekend! or rather, no hw that i hv left to do this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sooo relieved. i've been so bloody tired lately! theres only one reason why. and its making me hate it more and more. SCHOOL. ugh. if xinmin wants us to enjoy going to school (not like its ever gonna happen) then i suggest the teachers relax on their hw load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i had a wonderful PE lesson on thurs! it was generously lax and we barely did any moving around. ok well, maybe except for the ONE BIG ROUND around the OUTSIDE of the school, ANOTHER big round around the quadrangle, up four flights of stairs to the 4th level, a round around the sports hall there, four levels down, around WHO NOES WHERE (i cant remember) and another four flights up again and another round around the sports hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, it was pretty ok. NOT. after that, our kindly PE teacher made us sprint like hell. tho for us, it wasnt really sprinting cuz we were so tired. then he made us do abt 20 sit ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp. the most enjoyable PE lesson we hv had so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho he DID explain we only had 2 weeks to prepare for the PFT. he was so funny wen he was lecturing us abt the importance of pft. he went "For the boys..." then he launched into a speech (i think it was memorised) that if u dont pass (or issit get silver?) for the PFTs, then u hv to train dunno wad BMT or dunno wad thing for NS. which is described to be killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he went "For the girls.........." (long pause) then he said its not as important for us but if we wanna look &lt;em&gt;miao tiao &lt;/em&gt;we shld put in as much effort. or something like that. then he hurried to say that its not that looks are important but we shld do it for our own fitness. i wanted to laugh at his awkwardness. no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh i dont wanna begin to FATHOM wat he wld put us thru next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. my parents got me another plastic covering for my phone at ang mo kio. wen we were walking into the shop, there was this couple standing there in the middle of the entrance, blocking the way, while looking at an advertisement outside the shop. we. were. so. irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked in after we cld find space and i cast a look over my shoulder at them. my parents were talking abt how inconsiderate they were. which is true. then i was browsing through the displayed dummies (of the phones) when the couple was browsing beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl went "what is their f****** problem? in such a hurry to get into the shop. say so loud somemore" to the guy. i wanted to laugh when i heard this cuz she wasnt exactly talking very softly herself. i looked at her with an amused expression on my face while she scowled back. i couldnt take it anymore, so i replaced the phone i was looking at and walked over to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting incident. maybe i was wrong in &lt;em&gt;looking&lt;/em&gt; at her. or maybe i was wrong in almost laughing out loud at her. but was there any need to insult my parents in front of me? using &lt;em&gt;vulgarities&lt;/em&gt;? i hv no idea. but i enjoy knowing that there are many different kinds of ppl in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later, the nice nokia man helped me hook my hp key chain properly cuz i couldnt find a proper place to on my phone. i used to hang it in the clipping part of the plastic cover, but he said it wld fall out easily. he has looong fingernails. but he was really nice abt helping me. and im sure helping idiotic ppl who hang their hp key chain wrongly to put it properly wasnt in the job description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am DETERMINED to eat dinner at the satay club tmrw. and visit the teh tarik man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-7329176727789868605?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/7329176727789868605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=7329176727789868605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/7329176727789868605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/7329176727789868605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-hw-this-weekend-or-rather-no-hw-that.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-3448049223102523486</id><published>2007-03-20T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T05:51:19.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its terribly pompous (oooh LOVE that word) to start an entry saying its my birthday, so i'll just say its karyn's birthday. (HAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont feel much older nor much more mature. i guess thats the thing about birthdays; that you don't feel the difference, just more significant in knowing that this is your special day. except mine is extra special, as always. i share it with another "me"! HAH! twins are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, THANK U to everyone who wished me, gave me a present (not like it matters, cuz it truly is the thought that counts even tho its soooo cliche to say it) and bought me the nice cake. namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY PARENTS. they are wonderful people and about the most fabulous people i know. they have given me the greatest gift (and its not the phone).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY OLDER SISTER. she gave me a cute, cuddly soft toy! the black pig im obsessed with. i didnt really noe she knew wadda get me. (tho i think the numerous shirts i got with that pattern and my squealing at it everytime i see it kinda gave her an idea, i guess)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KARYN. uh DUH. she gave me a great present too. HERSELF! haha. love her to bits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JASMIN. she smsed me early in the morning at 6 plus when everyone else is supposed to be sleeping or getting ready for school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BIANCA. she smsed me to wish me too! so touched that she remembered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CELINE. even tho i dont really keep in touch with her nowadays, she wished me last night on msn! i didnt think she knew. then i got all guilty cuz hers was on 23rd feb and i didnt wish her. i didnt even NOE. gawd i feel bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BERNIE. she was freaking out abt getting me a present 6 days ago cuz she forgot. im thanking her for freaking out and being so amusing abt it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CHLOE. beeeee! she got me exactly wad i wanted. hoop earrings! thin, silver kind. appropriately big kind. and she wished me happy birthday so many times yesterday! (she even wrote it in my student handbook, for goodness sake!) and she paid some moolah for the cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIMIN. for being so adorably simin. thank u for the present, too! (she got me a PIN of HITSUGAYA who has MAJOR POTENTIAL HOTNESS even in his chibi form!!!) she paid for the cake too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHIRLEY. for wishing me the instant she arrived in school. i think. yeah. and the adorable present she shared with sophia and maureen. (cute lil pig handphone keychain which i hv been wanting and she telepathically knew) she paid for the cake as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAUREEN. for being so cute and wishing me in the morning. also for the present. (see shirley) ditto for the cake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SOPHIA. for wishing me too. (see shirley as well.) she paid for the cake too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JASLYNN. for wishing me also, and saying she forgot to bring our presents. its really the thought i appreciate! really, it is. she paid for the cake also&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CLARICE. who wished me and gave me a present as well! a nice curvy photo frame (with the same black and white pig design. apparently a lotta people are telepaths.) paid for the cake!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MEIQI. who wished me and made me laugh wen she checked her watch for the date to see if she got it right when i looked at her with a surprised look. thank u!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YUXIN. for wishing me right after meiqi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NASUHA. for wishing me right after yuxin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ZHITING AND YENSIU. for finding karyn and i immediately after we got back to class and presenting us with two cute bags! again, with the cute pig design. (am i that easy to read? AM I???) oh and zhiting, thanks for giving me such a nice, big hug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JIA YUN. whom i forgot to add to this long list. so im adding her in now! she wished me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WEIMING AND LOUIS. who wished me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;QUILA. who wished me too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. thank u for making today such a wonderful day for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-3448049223102523486?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/3448049223102523486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=3448049223102523486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/3448049223102523486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/3448049223102523486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-terribly-pompous-oooh-love-that.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-3106345759048185526</id><published>2007-03-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T07:56:32.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaaahhhh tiring day. tiring tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning to catch up on the bleach episodes. THE DASTARD FILLERS HAVE CEASED! on to the REAL parts! thank goodness. i was getting SICK of the bountou parts that i gave up watching it entirely. until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so DEPRESSED. i had to turn down viv and bernie's very nice invitation to watch MUSIC AND LYRICS last night! they were gonna watch it today. AND I HAD TO SAY NO CUZ OF THE PROJECT WORK. idiot. i hate project work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while they jet off to the nice, big, comfy cinema watching the SUPER HOT SUPER CHARMING SUPER BRITISH HUGH GRANT work his SUPER HOT SUPER CHARMING SUPER BRITISH WAYS across the silver screen, im stuck doing project work. yeah ok. FINE. FIIIIIINE! my holiday was getting screwed up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT BLAMING U GUYS. IM BLAMING PROJECT WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of project work. i went to mcdonald's to pick wenqi, kok hwee and jefferson up, cuz they cant get in if they dont hv the side gate key. which is with me. they were finishing wen i came so we hurried home. but then we forgot to buy the scrapbook. so wen we went to fetch nasuha at the security guard post, we went to hougang point AGAIN to buy it. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so totally dopish of me to forget. i noe. and the weather was KILLING me. so damn hot ok! and the walk there and back wasnt even sheltered, so u cld practically scramble an egg on my head. i rushed to turn the air con back on wen we returned. so the better part of my hugh-grant-less afternoon was spent walking briskly in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON TO BETTER TOPICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw bobby KICK PYRO'S SORRY BEHIND in x men 3 again. he is the best ass-kicker i hv ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and angel is so macho! love his wings. why'd he wanna pluck em out wen he was younger? wings are SO COOL. especially since they are PURE WHITE and not dirty-coloured like, i dunno, grey or pale yellow? i kept rewinding and playing his one cool moment where he broke free of the leather straps when they were gonna inject the cure into him. and wen he PIANG thru the window and flew off into the sunset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i absolutely LOVE the juggernaut's sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMOROUS SCENARIO NUMBER 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magneto: And what do they call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juggernaut: Juggernaut. (he has this australian accent so its more like...&lt;em&gt;juggernot&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magneto: I can't imagine why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juggernaut: Are yeh gonna let me outta here? I needa pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMOROUS SCENARIO NUMBER 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyro: Nice helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juggernaut: Keeps mah face pretty *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHA. HAH. hah. haaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sharks. youtube is screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-3106345759048185526?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/3106345759048185526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=3106345759048185526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/3106345759048185526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/3106345759048185526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/03/aaaahhhh-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-1630553045284386372</id><published>2007-03-13T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:01:27.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eee x-rays are noooot niiiiiiiiice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for one at the hospital today. they made me change into two loooong garments. it was big, loose and scraaatchaaayyyy... made me look like a bloated pufferfish for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen i went into the x ray room with dad, the doctor guy asked me if i was PREGNANT. im 13, 11 months and 3 weeks for goodness sake! but he said it was policy to ask, cuz if someone who was gonna take an x ray WAS pregnant, the foetus would be affected by the radiology from the x ray and wld come out deformed or something. I LEARNED THAT FROM BIO! IM NOT MAKING THIS UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coff coff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shivering in the room (thanks to the meagre-i cant even call em clothes- PIECES OF CLOTH) then the guy told me to stay still, and i shivered even more. x rays are supposed to murder lotsa blood cells right? but i didnt really feel weaker or woozy when the light flashed behind me. but after i went outta the room this WEIRD SMELL entered my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THEN i had a headache. and i got hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were eating at the cafeteria, my dad went to the counter to change the receipt name. they spelled "HO LING ER KARYN" as "HONG LI ER KARYN".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so karyn and i were just sitting there, eating our siew mai, minding our own business when this MENTALLY UNSTABLE woman came up and asked us if she could share our table. NO thats not the mentally unstable part! there were three chairs, see, so i wanted to say "sure, but you would need to pull up your own chair." i only managed to get to "but" wen she interrupted with an annoyed "aiya but but but! sooo many buts!" and stalked off in search of her own table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karyn and i were SHOCKED. we couldnt eat for a few seconds. wad kinda person DOES THAT???? then wen my dad came back i told him. after observing her for a few seconds, he told me to forget abt it cuz she's mentally unstable. and i looked over at her, and i saw her wacking a nescafe instant coffee packet on the table and scolding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SEE? i hv forgiven her now! in fact, im SO magnanimous in my forgiveness, IM NOT EVEN HARPING ON IT ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehheh. heh. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-1630553045284386372?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/1630553045284386372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=1630553045284386372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1630553045284386372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1630553045284386372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/03/eee-x-rays-are-noooot-niiiiiiiiice.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-2645597981507179092</id><published>2007-03-12T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:36:54.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK FROM MALAAAYYYYYSIAAAA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah! its gooood to be back. malaysia was nice and all. but home's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three day two night stay was so enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip there was... ok. i mean it WAS 4 hours long. but the car was fairly comfortable. we made use of the four cushions burger king gave out in commemoration of Shrek 2. I GOT THE DONKAAAYYYY!!! such a cute lil...ahem... ass. AHAH! ok lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached KLCC at about 12.30 in the afternoon. we IMMEDIATELY went to MADAM KUAN! it is the best restaurant in KLCC. the curry chicken was delicious! so nice and fragrant! the chicken was tender too. MADAM KUAN, YA HEAR??? (go there when u hv the chance!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mom zoomed to the Elle shop but apparently Elle is turning SPORTS-ISH cuz most of the store was dominated with gym clothes. GOODNESS. the normal shirts are much lesser. and crappier. haaaiiiizzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway. we saw this toilet that we had to PAY to get in. 2 ringgit for crying out loud! only reeeaaaalllyy urgent people or tourists will fall for that. we didnt pay, of course. and we got ourselves busy discussing wad cld POSSIBLY be in the toilet for it to be pre-paid. my mom thought maybe they massaged ur feet for u while u did ur business. my older sis thought they washed ur hair for u. i thought maybe they hv plush seats for toilet bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jie was so obsessed in persuading my parents to give her money so she can go in. she wanted one of us (karyn or me) to accompany her. but i suggested she go in herself and take pics so we all can see. but we didnt go in. HAH. jie was heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOH then then then we checked into the service apartment. it was big. and white. and.. big. karyn and i shared a room. jie was carrying this large white plastic bag filled with our snacks in front of her before we stepped into the service apartment. when we entered, she immediately ran to the bedrooms and jumped on the master bedroom bed while still clutching the white bag and claimed it was gonna be hers for the two nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end she got the room with a KING SIZED BEDROOM aaaallll to herself. HOW FAIR. karyn and i got the room with two single beds. that lucky thing. we had connecting toilets. oh and here this. there were ANTS in the toilet wen we went in. ANTS for crying out loud! this isnt like.. the KITCHEN, if u get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wen we yanked back the shower curtains, we saw this HUGE RUSTY TANK in the wall! it freaked me out. i didnt noe whether to laugh or to CRY. it was scary. and i kept imagining that whenever i opened a cupboard door, a dead body would fall out. YESYES raging imagination here. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at berjaya times square! this nice place selling chicken rice stuff. yes chicken again. but the braised kind was really nice! the sauce was sweet enough. so niiiiice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first night was tiring tho. i was a tad dehydrated and we had to walk here and there. it was so humid, even at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day was more fun. we walked to sungei wang and bought some DVDs. not much tho. disappointing haul this year. BUT IT WAS FUN. and while walking around, i noticed a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teenage girls in malaysia have weird fashion tastes. it might be just me, or that they are just different, but who would wear cargo blow up pants, a shirt that resembles an apron and really high, white socks? i wld hv taken pictures, but i left my hp at home. but some were really ineresting tho. the outfits, i mean. not all were bad. SO IM NOT BEING RACIST, YA HEAR???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and apparently guys find it cool to have over-waxed, over-bleached, over-styled hair to the point of making them look...hmmm, well.... QUEER. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this building we went to selling lotsa computer stuff. it was so crowded!!! i purposely stood behind to glare at all the men who stood too close to karyn or jie. and it worked. they backed off immediately. IM GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-2645597981507179092?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/2645597981507179092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=2645597981507179092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/2645597981507179092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/2645597981507179092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-malaaayyyyysiaaaa-wah-its.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-4119107394740601836</id><published>2007-03-07T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T04:29:48.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lipton tea doesn't work</title><content type='html'>oh gosh. THANK GOODNESS THE TESTS ARE OVER. for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO SLEEPYYYY. the greyish tinge under my eyes persists. dammit. and its too soon to sleep. dammit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still hv to stay back tmrw!!!! well. yeah. for project work thing. which is AFTER the physics lesson after school. SHARKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's chem test sucked. she had an hour with us and the test is half an hour. so she used the first half of her lesson to teach us this last part which she couldnt teach us before. and right after she was done, we had the test. AND THE PART SHE JUST TAUGH US WAS TESTED. crap lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its soooo unfair!!! how can she do that???? that left us NO TIME to revise that part, even more so for those who didnt UNDERSTAND wadda heck periods and groups of the periodic table have ANYTHING to do with electomic (or wadeva) structure thingy of dunno wad atom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chi test sucked too. we actually had one before this one, but some didnt noe abt it so i guess they screwed the first test. the chi teacher decided to give us another one and he wld take the better mark as our grade. the comprehension for this one was soooo haaaaard. ok no. but i didnt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my calves HURT! from chi dance. my back too. so i was in a terribly awkward position wen i attempted self-back-massaging today. and yesterday. but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PLANS FOR THE MARCH HOLIDAYS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy as many DVDs and CDs as possible wen im in malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to shoot a rubberband straight (it shoots off in the opposite direction wen i try. meaning me.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;XIA YAO and come back up again (uummm... down back? its a chi dance thing where u hv to bend backwards and touch the floor. without assistance.) its insaaaaane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep. ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;catch up with frens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO YUPP. my basic plan for the very long one-week holiday. *coff coff* i enjoy being sarcastic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the teachers had BETTER NOT give us hw, or at least too much hw, for the hols! i didnt study so hard to have a stressful week! (this is not a warning, more like a... firm reminder. HEHHEH.) &gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-4119107394740601836?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/4119107394740601836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=4119107394740601836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4119107394740601836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4119107394740601836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/03/lipton-tea-doesnt-work.html' title='lipton tea doesn&apos;t work'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-4988096462593600030</id><published>2007-02-25T05:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T05:51:27.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cut my hair. on fri. yeah. finally. it was getting terribly long and the ends were dry and brown-ish. and it took so long to wash my hair. so yeah. i cut it. whooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my parents took us to this fancy chinese restaurant for dinner. the yu sheng was... heh. ok. not a big fan of it. i kept prodding around for the raw fish cuz i wanted to noe how it tasted like without all the extra nuts and stringy stuff. it tasted... jelly-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a waitress poured tea into the small bowl instead of the tea cup. she must be a part-time staff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later we walked around clarke quay. quite interesting, actually. lotsa restaurants by the sea. pubs too. and the crazy bungee(bunji? bungy?) thing. so frightening! i wouldnt go on that thing for $10!(HAH. not saying much, now, issit?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three drunk ang mohs sat on the bungee thing. my mom said she cld smell the alcohol on em the first second they arrived. she has a nice nose. i kept sniffing about for alcohol (not that i noe wad it smells like) but i couldnt smell anything outta the ordinary. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was a live band in the middle of clarke quay. the guy could siiiing!!! even tho its jazz (and im not crazy about jazz), i enjoyed wadeva the guy sang cuz of his deeeep, smooooth voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we went to the amusement park beside hougang mall. ok this is the horrible part of my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat the tristar twice. cuz one thingy could only fit 2 ppl. so i sat with jie for the first time and i sat with karyn for the second time. after the second, i wanted to barf. WHY? well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tristar is this upy-downy-spinny-thingy that goes really fast. THATS why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had this HUGE headache for the rest of the night. after karyn and i sat the tristar, my parents bought more tokens so we all could sit on the ferris wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the single most boring ride i hv ever endured! they sure made sure the ride was worth it cuz it went for about 10 rounds. 10 rounds!!! i almost lost count, in my dizzy, headache-y, about-to-barf state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still feeling the aftereffects. so headache....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-4988096462593600030?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/4988096462593600030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=4988096462593600030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4988096462593600030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4988096462593600030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-1297875197409403155</id><published>2007-02-19T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T18:34:05.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese new year is not so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i visited my great-grandmother in the early afternoon. She's 90 this year, making her the oldest woman i noe. i found out from my parents that she got married at 13 or 14 and had kids at 15. i was shocked. 13 or 14!!!! means she got married at about MY AGE! and she cant even choose who she wants to get married to cuz its all arranged by the parents. SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant really compare to modern times cuz it was jus really different back then. they didnt need to study and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO. this means she must've lived thru the jap occupation, too. even my grandmother lived thru it as well. im so amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after that we visited my grandmother (father's side) and ate lunch. her cooking is amazing. her noodles with her curry poured over it just WORKS. it was a yummy lunch. but it was terribly hot. we even had to drink her hot soup, which was nice and all but it cant cool you down, now, can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was basically watching tv after that. in the "kids room", we hv learnt to call it. cuz thats where our cousins and us usually stay in every year. cuz the adults go outside and talk in dialaque (dialeque? AIYA WHO CARES LAH) so we cant really understand wadda heck they are talking about. which is good, in a way, cuz even if someone is scolding you in cantonese or teo chew, you can remain blissfully unaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then slowly my aunts and uncles arrived and we got ANG BAO! whoooo! i hv this uncle who got married last year (at forty so he has been recieving ang baos for a loooooong time) so he was so excited to give us ang baos. it was funny cuz my uncle and aunty pasted stickers with their names on the seal (who DOES that???) and it was a great laughing ordeal. my new aunt is so pretty. they look really cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later wen i opened the ang bao they gave us, i proclaimed him my new favourite uncle. lets just say he was the most generous ang bao money giver i hv ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alexis, my youngest cousin, was a tiny ball of fire. she keeps walking around, jumping about and playing with people. she's primary 3 this year but she looks primary 1-ish. so damn skinny ok. one day i wld like to treat her to a big mac or something cuz the girl needs PROPER nourishment! (haha im an eeeviiilll cousin &gt;=D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 5 we left to visit my other grandmother. i also met three relatives i didnt noe existed. seriously! i hv never met them. or maybe i hv but i was simply too young to remember, but jie doesnt remember ever meeting them either. so in a way, its as if i found a granduncle, a grandaunt and an aunt all in one visit. they were really nice! they all thought jie was the youngest cuz of her height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all talked to us really enthusiasticly. turns out my granduncle was the principal of monk's hill secondary. or was it st. margaret? well anyway, my grandaunt was an english and home ex teacher. she met my granduncle in the same school. isnt that sweet? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt's name is fiona and she's abt 30 or 30 plus. apparently she is very smart cuz she studied in university and she got honors in the first year. i feel so terribly stupid. our grandaunt gave us each an ang bao too. quite generous for a relative we just met, but yeah. im glad we met em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall one of my better chinese new years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-1297875197409403155?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/1297875197409403155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=1297875197409403155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1297875197409403155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1297875197409403155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-is-not-so-bad-after.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-4191483312871543592</id><published>2007-02-17T04:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T04:46:18.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Your Survival Guide to a Trip Through Chinatown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. for all you chinese new year festive people out there, this guide is a must-have if you want to have an enjoyable trip through the popular hang out during this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip No. 1:&lt;br /&gt;Hone your glaring skills. This skill will be particularly useful, as some inconsiderate freakos might bang into you, whether intentionally or not. This is very effective as it might intimidate the person who had done you wrong and force him to apologise OR it might scare him to go running in the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;How to Apply: simply turn your head very slightly to the idiot, force your eyebrows DOWN and GLARE.[ trust me people, it WORKS. i've tried &gt;=) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip No. 2:&lt;br /&gt;WEAR SHOES. preferably dark coloured, with as least white as possible. this allows your feet to be fully protected from people who step on your feet. Also, you will not feel as disgusted when you step on some lumpy thing on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;How to Apply: um. jus wear shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip No. 3:&lt;br /&gt;This one's for all the females. Since its such a crowded place and its highly inconvenient to bring a bag or purse to cover yourself, this tip will help. To protect yourselves, you should cross your arms as much as possible. This not only protects your front, it also gives you a "BACK OFF!" kinda look so it can scare off unwanted um. well. y'know.&lt;br /&gt;How to Apply: Fold your arms and keep your head slightly down. your eyes must be looking up, by the way, so it will enhance your fierceness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip No. 4:&lt;br /&gt;HEH. this one is for the females too. Tie your hair in a ponytail. this is only for those with ponytail-tie-able hair, of course. In case your assailant comes from the BACK (and u suspect it) you can always flip your head really sharply and give him a SMACK in the face. trust me. it will hurt. But if you're mistaken...well... you can always apologise, right...? Besides. its a lot less warmer wen u tie ur hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip No. 5:&lt;br /&gt;LAST ONE. for those who KNOW that your privacy has been violated, feel free to jus give him an almighty KICK in the place where it hurts the most. (why, the SHIN of course! where else were you thinking? *wags finger in disapproval*) make sure u hv enough space first, lest you anger more people.&lt;br /&gt;How to Apply: face the freak, aim and KICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all i got so far. heh. i noe pretty meagre huh? ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip was pretty enjoyable. saw cute decorations. we didnt get to buy the bamboo sticks that spiral at the end tho. some parents were carrying their kids on their shoulders while completely ignoring the danger of their kid's flailing legs. reflect, parents! refleeect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-4191483312871543592?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/4191483312871543592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=4191483312871543592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4191483312871543592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/4191483312871543592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-survival-guide-to-trip-through.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-6657129511667170600</id><published>2007-02-13T02:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T02:58:04.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeuuurrrggghhh. had a bad nights sleep last night. kept waking up at random times for no reason. WAD IS WRONG WITH MEEEE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's attire check very considerately sucked up ONE FULL PERIOD of art. whoopeeee! i mean *AHEM* how sad. &gt;.&gt; dont get me wrong, art is also an important subject, but i wish they made us do topics that are more INTERESTING. and less eyelid-weighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my form teacher made me switch places with kexin for eng periods. and we will continue to do so. but only for eng periods (thank gawd). reason being she thinks i can help kuan hao with eng and chloe can help kexin. but the problem is, i dont noe HOW to help him! sitting beside him is pretty much USELESS if he doesnt ask questions. OR wen im prompted to ask him if hes doing ok, and he claims he is doing fine, its pretty much useless as well. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kuan hao tells very lame jokes that make me feel obliged to vomit blood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why me?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DnT was, for me, a waste of time. my partner didnt come to school and i dont hv the drawing of the car (actually our design is of a pram) so i couldnt do anything but the wheels. but there was something wrong with the wood i used (it was dark brown and the grain was all funny). when i tried to drill the thingy thru it, it spouted black wood fibres!!! it was absolutely disgusting. AND it emitted this HORRIBLE chao da smell. and it had SMOKE coming out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i went running in the opposite direction wen the wood caught fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH jus kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently im so tired today that i have developed a grey tinge under my eyes. but i managed to get some sleep during the end of PC period. the teacher let us do wadeva we want, so its ok. &gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-6657129511667170600?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/6657129511667170600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=6657129511667170600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/6657129511667170600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/6657129511667170600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/02/eeuuurrrggghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-1349184854315072569</id><published>2007-02-10T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T23:54:25.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so pissed. ok i WAS pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had dinner at hougang point with karyn and my parents. my mom and dad gave me their soup to drink so i wont worsen my throat. then my parents went off while karyn and i were still eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this old woman, who is the cleaner (im not prejudiced against old women OR cleaners OR old women being cleaners) and she just cleared my parents' dinner and the soup they gave me without asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WASNT DONE WITH THE SOUP, MIND U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like "eh...." and she was all "ah shi ni men de arh? sorry orh (oh its your's? sorry orh)" then karyn and i looked at each other. and i turned to the old woman and said "yi hou ni yao sian wen cai shou (next time you should ask before clearing it)" then she defensively repeated that she didnt noe it was ours, or rather, mine. then i repeated too "wo zhi dao ke shi ni yi hou yao sian wen." then she had this HORRIBLE expression on her face which plainly says that she doesnt like being "lectured" (ok it wasnt even a LECTURE) by someone who is a fraction her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously lah. so ok i let it pass and i finished my soupless dinner. then wen we walked outta the kopitiam i saw the old woman walking towards me. so i swerved to avoid colliding with her. but she so obviously swerved in my direction and SHOULDERED me. ok it wasnt a SHOULDER per se, cuz she is one head shorter than me, so she more like... shouldered my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so deliberate. i dont think i was wrong in telling her to ask next time. my tone was purely nuetral. ask karyn. she has to learn and progress if she continues in the working world right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to do major spring cleaning today. i was clearing out my drawer from all the ang baos i had last year (i keep em for sentimental reasons) and was stuffing em into this plastic bag wen my older sis told me to check if there was money in any of em first. she explained that she found money before wen she was clearing her ang baos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i grudgingly started ripping open the old ang baos and peeking inside to see if there was money. wen i picked up this cute POSB ang bao and opened it, i found TWENTY DOLLARS inside it ok! TWENTY BUCKS!!! my older sis was hyperventilating more than i was at my finding the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine that i almost threw away twenty bucks ok!!! my whole family was so relieved that i found it before i chucked it down the rubbish chute. my older sister demanded "commision". so i offered to give her the dusty old 20 cent coin i found in my drawer. ^^ im so mean i noe. she OBVIOUSLY refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gave her the nice pretty pink ribbon i had that she wanted wen i was clearing the drawer. see? im not so mean now, am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis did this music thingy with my blog cuz the one i got before was wack and caused probs. THANK U JIE. hehheh. (i hv to say that cuz she didnt wanna write her credits so i can tell everyone she wrote her own credits. um. geddit?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-1349184854315072569?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/1349184854315072569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=1349184854315072569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1349184854315072569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/1349184854315072569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-so-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-5147487449302505642</id><published>2007-02-09T01:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:49:47.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yaaay got a song. evertime we touch (slow version) by cascada. she also did a spiffy (ooooh LOVE that word!) rendition of savage garden's truely madly deeply. cant really compare the two renditions cuz, well, ones sung by a girl and the others sung by two guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up side: not so, what i call, "zaa zaa". (teehee^^")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down side: u gotta wait a while before it comes on. at least on MY com anyway. apparently im not IT savvy enough to noe how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issit slow to come on on urs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. this song reminds me of the spiffy routine ivan and natalie did on SYTYCD. sadly, thats the routine that showed ivan's weakness in contemporary dancing. ah well. brings back nice memories tho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-5147487449302505642?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/5147487449302505642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=5147487449302505642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/5147487449302505642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/5147487449302505642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/02/yaaay-got-song.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-766775982441203879</id><published>2007-02-08T05:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T04:17:39.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeek so tiiiired... i went around pointing at the area underneath my eyes and asked ppl if i had eyebags. karyn said that there were none, and the skin merely looked greyish. GREYISH OK! this is serious! only 2 months and i get "greyish skin". imagine how it'll look like at the end of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school made this year's sports day on a saturday. a SATURDAY. can u believe it? i liked it just FINE wen it was on a friday. i betcha they are doing this on purpose!! so they dont hv to kick out lessons on fri. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chi lesson was particularly excruciating today. not that it was all that bothersome before. but wu lao shi made us listen to this wail cum song where the chorus' lyrics is the words of the Li Bai poem. the bedside moonlight shine that one. he said he hoped that the song would evoke some feelings from us. karyn muttered "yeah we will feel that we wanna die." ok its not so funny in english but karyn muttered in chi, which is much much funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is, the woman singing was all SCARY! thanks to the video being black and white. and also thanks to the fact that she looked like she had black lips. but she wore this loooong black dress and did weird hand movements. the tune of the song wasnt all that superb either. its like a song u slit ur wrists to. NOT that i wanna slit my wrists, cuz its about the 2nd most stupid thing u can do to urself, besides drugs, smoking, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF SMOKING. i wish smokers can jus cooperate with, well, non-smokers by not smoking in public. the smoke is so GROSS and SMELLY! and its hard to hold my breath and fan myself vigorously long enough so that the smoke can keep outta my nose. im not stopping smokers from smoking. just PLEASE keep the smoke to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching dance floor yesterday and today. I LIKE J.D.I. and their spiffy white gloves. so saaaad they didnt get in! so wasted. but i really support vas and pris tho. u can tell they had training (cuz of the fancy footwork and stuff) and i think its adorable that they are dating. but i felt soooo embarrassed for priscilla wen the lacy part of her skirt was falling out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my older sister supports Platinum. i like em too, i guess, cuz of the way their arms FANNED OUT during their routine. so amazing. i also wanted them to get in mainly cuz they're girls. heh. ignore biased lil me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may your week be better than mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-766775982441203879?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/766775982441203879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=766775982441203879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/766775982441203879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/766775982441203879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/02/eeek-so-tiiiired.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-7513205174336951249</id><published>2007-02-04T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:04:11.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funny isnt it. i hv never changed a skin twice in a day in my life. ever. but the first one i changed to (cuz the bandwith exceeded) was screwed so i had to change to the current one. a real nice and sparkly treat for the eyes. kinda blinds me a lil too, but hey. jus gotta get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i still feeling so stressed tho the two tests are over? this is insane! we should shove a written record of the hw we hv to do in the teachers' faces and let em noe how much we have been. well. i wouldnt say "suffering" cuz its for our own good. ok BURDENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. shall i talk abt the forum yesterday? the forum is actually this talk i had to go to, by two people who have experienced the secondary school life from the period after the world war 2. i think. its for the project work i hv in school. im doing HISTORY. now dont u make assumptions, now! *wags finger* history can be pretty interesting. for people who dont watch tv, that is. HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met nasuha at the hougang mrt station at abt 12.45 in the afternoon and we proceeded to serangoon where we met jefferson and kok hwee. kok hwee was ok, but jefferson was so stare-at-the-window-so-i-can-see-my-reflection-and-i-dont-need-to-talk that nasuha and i thot he was mad at us or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took the train to bugis where we met wenqi. and later, ms chia. the 205 ppl were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the forum was at the national library, see, so we had to walk there. but nasuha and i went to old chang kee to buy snacks. we didnt eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the national library was HUGE ok. it had about 16 floors. 16!! my tower has only 12 floors ok!! the building was all transparent-ish that i felt i was in a glass building. its sooo COOL. sorry i noe i might sound like a tourist who has never stepped into a library before. but seriously. GO WHEN U HV THE TIME. even the toilets are fancy. i shant go into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view at the 16th level is spectacular. ppl looked like diminished dots from where we were looking down. but it was so COLD. so cold that the cardigan i wore couldnt provide me the warmth i needed. nasuha offered her jacket but i felt so guilty that i refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the forum was near useless. the two speakers didnt even hear, much less noe much, about xinmin back then ok! a good waste of an afternoon, i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the forum i went to jas' hse to celebrate zhiting's birthday. and yes, jasmin's birthday is today. and apparently its not true that ppl who are born near the beginning of the year are probably tall. cuz im born in march and im abt 10 cm shorter than jas and zt. FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave zt her present, with karyn, on fri, so i gave jas her present yesterday. both were abt the same thing, 'cept was diff colour. since both have distinctively different tastes in colour. HEH. wad an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, bianca was there too. we ate spaghetti, which had delicious gravy (PREGO) but too meaty for my taste. after dinner we went to play at the playground. so FUN. i shant describe it cuz words just cant do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no cake. zt claims she doesnt like cake. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAS. (she's CHICK in my tagboard. hah CHICK! so cute)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-7513205174336951249?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/7513205174336951249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=7513205174336951249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/7513205174336951249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/7513205174336951249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/02/funny-isnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-117025623287973646</id><published>2007-01-31T23:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:10:32.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the reason why im up this late (ok so to some ppl this isnt that late, but to me it is, ok!) is cuz im accompanying karyn. she's studying, see. and im kinda accompanying her. in the study room. but accompanying her nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. jus now wen i was studying history for the freaky test tmrw, the soccer thingy was on tv. (i dunno wad its called, but soccer crazy ppl are welcomed to enlighten me) and apparently my parents were watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wat happened was, i assume, that Singapore scored a particularly wonderful goal which made my parents go wild for a minute in their bedroom. so i could hear cheers like "OH YES! WHOOO! ALRIIIIIGHT!". but very distant and soft, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then from outside my bedroom window, i could hear jeers from dunno where. they went "EEEHHHHHH WHY LIKE DAAAAT??? BOOOOOO!" ok even tho im not as crazy abt soccer (i dun even noe wads the diff between the players in the middle of the field and the players in one end of the field cuz they all seem to be running all over the place), im very patriotic wen i wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. i stuck my head outta the window and yelled "EH! U SINGAPOREAN ANOT HAAARRRHH???" *note the use of SINGLISH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lah. haha. im kidding. i wld NEVER dare do that. but i wanted to! im a gutless person, i noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. thats abt all the interesting things i hv to share today. im sorry i hv such a boring life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-117025623287973646?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/117025623287973646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=117025623287973646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/117025623287973646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/117025623287973646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/01/reason-why-im-up-this-late-ok-so-to_31.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116934700757655186</id><published>2007-01-22T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T05:05:27.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;wad a stressful week. even tho its only a tues. but yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;four wonderful tests coming up. maths this fri, preps next mon, physics next mon or tues and hist next thurs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so tiring! yesterday i had to go for chi dance. the new dance room is niiiiice. and smeeellllyyyy (ok not so nice). they are still glueing (gluing?) some wooden planks on the walls so the glue is pretty stinky. AND they hv WOODEN floors! *crosses fingers and prays for termites* HAH kidding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at least it was only for 2 hours. but my limbs are still pretty sore from stretching. MAN im rusty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;u noe something. tonight's episode of arena is where my sch debate ppl are competing. but the school announced that they lost even before we could watch the episode. so sad. but ah well. i really dont like debating much. despite what the teachers feel that i should join the debate team. it creates a lotta negative energy. too aggressive. but thats just me. (sorry, am i preaching here?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway. im getting addicted to bernie's story! read it ppl! shes a great writer with witty ideas. (and bernie thats 2 bucks from u for free advertising!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh. so i shall leave u with this super short post. sorry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116934700757655186?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116934700757655186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116934700757655186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116934700757655186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116934700757655186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/01/wad-stressful-week.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116919688273130610</id><published>2007-01-19T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:54:42.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow its been such a long time since i last blogged. once again. really sorry. been so busy with catching up on hw. i think im really settling into a routine here. its very simple. i just do wadeva hw thats due the next day from mon to thurs and on fri (like today), i shall finish the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been hellish walking back home these few days cuz of our dear DM's warning that we clear out the stuff under our table before he confiscates them. needless to say, i had some major clearing out to do. so yes. still got two books left tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been staying back for so many days to decorate our classroom. not very pleasant. what's more there are so many more ppl in my class who dont even bother to stay back, prepare articles, buy materials from the stationary shop beside 7-11 cuz the sch bookshop is closed, design the headings, cut em out and smack em on the boards. so why do i even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i noe. cuz of chloe. its sad that she has to do so much when all she is supposed to do is organise stuff. its just not right. i wished someone can actually take note of who stays back, for how long and what they contributed to keep things FAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont see the sense of decorating it now when we hv to decorate it somemore with CNY decos for the dunno wad competition in less than a month's time. personally, i think its taking an unnecassary toll on us. like we dont hv enough stress already. we need this time for a social life for bobby's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry. feeling pretty down. im so tired. why do i always blog when im tired??? this is insane. soon ppl will think im a depressed person who needs proffessional help. i guess i just have a lot of opinions. i just wish im not so forwards abt them. i read that ppl whose blood type is O tend to be straightforward. guess its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall now leave you with this moderately depressing post. bye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116919688273130610?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116919688273130610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116919688273130610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116919688273130610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116919688273130610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/01/wow-its-been-such-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116859837175047373</id><published>2007-01-12T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T04:46:26.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lets talk about my, lets just say, not the most stellar week of my entire thirteen years of existence, while jas, bernie and viv so delightfully jetted off to their camp, leaving me aaallll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALONE... &lt;/em&gt;alone... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aloooone...&lt;/em&gt;(haha just kidding). the rainy season is back and coming on strong. the up side: i get to use my new, dandy umbrella. down side: helloooo cold feet. like literally. there are holes in my shoes, due to their being a year old, which remain wiiiide open to the floods i encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the worst. we had to run in MUD for P.E. and those enthu ones who ran really fast during the warm up had flecks of mud up their backs. we did javelin by the way. u noe the spear-ish things that can kill u? yeah. for safety reasons, the person using the javelin has to put it flat on the grass for the next person and dunno who plopped it in a nice big puddle of DAMP EARTH. thank u, whoever u are, for allowing me to be more connected to nature than i already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i disagree on the comment that we are staining the grass and earth instead of the other way round. cuz if u really think abt it, we are only stepping over the grass with the processed version of its fellow plants, seeing as rubber is made from plants and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the first time i threw the javelin, i stupidly flung it with extra force so i had to trudge all the way towards it, sinking in water that reached up to the xinmin crest on my shoe, flooding the inside of it with even more with, well, nature-ness. so the second time i threw it, i was SMART. i did it so gently that it landed at a distance where i could merely bend forward, pluck it out and drop it on the grass behind me. &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walking home was dangerous too. the paths were unbelievably FLOODED with sandy water. im serious! it was, i think, just below my ankles. so karyn and i had to walk by the roadside. it was pretty FUNNY, the way karyn did things. shant explain cuz that takes the mickey outta everything if u dont get it. (oooh MICKEY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND (yes there's more...) the sec ones who use the pillar OPPOSITE us very considerately occupied about half of the pavement. and we were forced to press outselves to the pillar or dangerously hover over the poky plants behind us in a straight line. and when jia yun asked them to move inner cuz they were blocking the way, they generously shifted their sub-donkeys (asses) by an INCH. gee thanks dear juniors, thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAND (last one, i promise...) the homework load is depressingly piling. abt two test from the same teacher next week. unofficial ones which dont contribute to our CA or SA marks, but tests nonetheless. thanks to some ppl who didnt do the chi hw, we are burdened with chi newspaper report for the weekend. thank goodness maths hasnt started to appear confusing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK THE UP SIDES TO THIS WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh... uuuhhhhh... HANG ON HANG ON LEMME THINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ah yes. my mom bought me new xinmin school shoes to replace the pathetic, hole-infested, mud- soaked ones i have. yay mom! haha. but they are all clean and &lt;em&gt;hard. &lt;/em&gt;its gonna take time to break into, i guess. im giving it about a year for it to gradually rot away like my old pair. no WONDER the school shoes are cheaper than the normal price. its cuz u hv to replace it abt every year. but if u have such a wonderful, understanding PE teacher like mine, i wld give it about 8 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so yes. a pretty detailed account on the ups and downs (tho mostly downs) of this week. may yours be more enjoyable than mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116859837175047373?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116859837175047373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116859837175047373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116859837175047373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116859837175047373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-talk-about-my-lets-just-say-not.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116809529961484869</id><published>2007-01-08T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T03:49:59.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i want to declare my respect for all musically talented people, especially with the electric guitar. i love to see ppl play and their fingers "spider" all over the uh. uh. frets. i think thats the word... and i feel depressed that i can only play half of twinkle twinkle lil star on the guitar cuz bernie gave up on me and refused to teach me the rest. oh and cuz i had trouble playing cuz i was growing out my nails at that time. OH MY UN-MUSIC-ISH-NESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta start saving a lotta money cuz birthdays are coming up soon! yaaayyyy. celebrating my close friend's birthdays always give me a nice, warm fuzzy feeling inside. something abt the whole celebration just makes me all smiley. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wonder if there is this unspoken rule abt not being allowed to wait outside YOUR OWN CLASSROOM. cuz apparently CERTAIN TEACHERS tend to get bothered by it. WHEN THEY ARE DRAGGING THE CLASS LONGER THAN THEY SHOULD. so yeah. so if there is, please let me noe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im having a mood swing right now. dont mind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116809529961484869?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116809529961484869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116809529961484869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116809529961484869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116809529961484869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-to-declare-my-respect-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116800462769442427</id><published>2007-01-05T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T05:43:48.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK THE REASON WHY I HV NOT BEEN BLOGGING IS BECAUSE... IS BEAUSE... ITS BECAUSE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so recently a lotta things have been happening. obviously school has started and its back to the same ol' routine of getting up early... go school... come back...do hw... blah blah. but its really comforting. the routine, that is. im pretty satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im pretty happy with where im sitting in class. even tho its waayyy at the back. and the fact that i hv to sway in my seat to read the board (cuz of the heads in front of me that are blocking.) and that i hv to pay attention cuz teachers tend to notice the people at the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im actually looking at my calender for the next holiday coming up. but waddya noe? its in FEB ok. and i dont even LIKE chi new year. not even for the ang pao money cuz jie somehow always ends up with more money than karyn and i. (how is this possible?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so yes. long time til the hols. long time til i finally get used to my sucky timetable. wish me luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116800462769442427?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116800462769442427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116800462769442427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116800462769442427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116800462769442427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-reason-why-i-hv-not-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116766075006167856</id><published>2007-01-01T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:14:46.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i celebrated the new year with KARYN BERNIE AND VIV at bernie's sleepover. which was incredibly fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wen we first reached, we lazed around bernies house. then bernie tried to teach me how to play one of her MANY guitars. ok they arent hers but i hv nv seen 5 guitars in one house before. anyway. turns out i suck at playing the guitar and most of the stuff bernie was trying to teach me dissolved in my non-information-absorbing brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then we ate pizza. ooooooh... cheeesssyyy pizza... and we watched the school of rock. i like the guy who played freddy jones. KEVIN CLARK. *squeals* but according to viv he is 18 this year and he isnt famous. but he plays the drums really well! i guess im a sucker for musicians. and other stuff. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the countdown sucks. i like mi lu bing! i couldnt hear wad the guy was singing tho. i could only hear two words which were "original prankster". lucify is scaaarryyyy... their hair is stupid. its as if someone smacked the crown of the statue of liberty to the backs of their heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then we played tried this mini-linked-arm wave wen they were counting down. which failed miserably. but it was still hilarious to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;viv and i had a violent pillow fight with the tiny cushions in bernie's bedroom. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was the first one who got sleepy. but i couldnt sleep cuz of my stomach ache and bernie helped me make milo. i had to share a mattress with viv. karyn slept the earliest. i slept at around 3 plus while bernie and viv slept at 5 plus. in the morning of course. karyn viv and i woke up at 8, then slept back. i woke up at 10 and tried to wake the rest up but i slept back. i woke up at 10.30 and tried to wake the rest up again but the lazy bums wouldnt get up. IN THE END, we all woke up at 11 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;viv says i flung my arm at her in my sleep and she flung it back at me. SORRY VIV. guess im not used to sleeping on only half a mattress and in a stationary position. hehheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;breakfast was really delicious. ok it cant really be considered as breakfast cuz we ate at about 12 plus. we had scrambled eggs with butter, toasted bread and a choice of beverage between juice and yogurt drink. and we had snacks of gyoza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then today we watched benchwarmers. "meet your makers!" "makers of what? poop?" AHAHAHAHA. so funny. i enjoyed watching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;such a fun sleepover. a wonderful way of saying goodbye to 2006 and embracing 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116766075006167856?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116766075006167856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116766075006167856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116766075006167856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116766075006167856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116740844026543003</id><published>2006-12-30T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T21:24:42.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ah wad a beautiful day. isnt it wonderful that it is sunny on new year's eve? it cant be a coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its hard to believe i accidentally choked the toilet bowl with the amount of tissue i threw in there from crying while watching this terribly sad korean movie, Windstruck. it has got to be the most tragic movie i have ever watched. i nv cried so hard while watching other movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its like the korean version of "Ghost". except its in the girl's point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*oooohhhh myyyy loooove... my daarlliiiiing... i huuuunger foooor yoouuurr touch...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AH SO SAD LAAAHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;try to watch it if u can. it will melt hearts of stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway. today im gonna celebrate the new year with bernie and viv at bernie's sleepover in her new house. YAY. im cracking my head about wad to pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my dad's friend and his family jus came to our house. they have two daughters who arent very friendly, but are pretty cute. they look like their father. almost every girl i hv met, or at least those i bothered to observe, look like their dads. and i also like to see the resemblance between their siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes, im a pretty weird person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok nothing else to blog abt. so BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116740844026543003?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116740844026543003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116740844026543003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116740844026543003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116740844026543003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/12/ah-wad-beautiful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116722804094249628</id><published>2006-12-28T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:14:03.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my internet connection is going wack. the time taken to navigate to another page is such that i can slowly walk to the kitchen, leisurely pour myself a glass of water and sip it only to come back to see the page still loading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not many people online today. so sad. i have also used up a whole row of packet tissue paper. yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will the raining stop?? this is pretty ridiculous, even for rainy season. even my hands are getting numb from cold. and poor niki resorts to curling in the corner of the sofa to keep warm. he looks cute like that, but its just sad that he is suffering in this cold. i would actually lend him my blanket if he didnt shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and it isnt really helping that the neighbours are getting excited abt niki. its as if they had jus realised that they are neighbours to him. everytime the go in and out they find some way to taunt niki into a barking fit. which hurts my ears bad. but he is still cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well. i shall leave it at that. hah. mey ur internet connection be better than mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116722804094249628?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116722804094249628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116722804094249628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116722804094249628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116722804094249628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-internet-connection-is-going-wack.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116713126249729863</id><published>2006-12-26T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T03:07:42.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the runny nose persists. i barely got a good night's sleep last night thanks to my throat. i woke up in the middle of the night to take the icky wood's super thick solution and clarinase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NOW a quiz from bernie's blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;boys or girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;um well im a girl. and i like being a girl. so im going to go with girls. but i am STRAIGHT i assure u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dance or gymnastics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;are u kidding? dance of course. gymnastics can KILL U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dogs or cats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DOGS. i mean i like cats too but im a bit scared of their claws cuz theirs hurt more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;chocolate or vanilla?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HMM. chocolate. it kinda depends, actually. vanilla goes better with waffles and maple syrup while chocolate is nice to munch on. especially belgian chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;summer or winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;winter. tho i hate the cold, its better than summer cuz the temperature can go up to 31 degrees farenheit. its VERY hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;spears or aguilera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aguilera. she has more talent. tho its all kinda based on opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;black or white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;white. it gives me a nice vibe. wads more, its cooling to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;day or night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;day. its brighter and i have a slight fear of the dark. SLIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pink or orange?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uh pink. its a more feminine colour. orange reminds me of halloween. dunno why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;buttons or zippers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wad?? no preference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A&amp;E or A&amp;amp;F?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like HUH???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;surfing or snowboarding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;snowboarding. there is no possibility of drowning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sun or moon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmm.. the sun. cuz its like a star, and i like stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;halloween or christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;christmas! halloween is too creepy for my liking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quiet or loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOUD. cuz im loud too. wahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;chap stick or lip gloss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lip gloss. chap stick is all tingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;disney or nick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;disney. funnier. has nicer shows. I MISS BOTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hoops or posts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HUH? another weird question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hot or cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hot. somehow food tastes nicer when its hot. well certain food anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;car-mel or car-a-mel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHUD?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shorts or skirts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shorts. its un-awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116713126249729863?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116713126249729863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116713126249729863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116713126249729863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116713126249729863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/12/runny-nose-persists.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116677221009653074</id><published>2006-12-25T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:59:00.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YAY. its xmas. tho im not really getting the tingly feeling. i felt so happy and touched last night when people smsed me to wish me a merry christmas. =) LOVE YALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its sucky to be sick during christmas. im down with a horrible cough, sore throat and a runny nose. i hv to refrain from touching the newly bought candy in the fridge. i felt like i was pressed against a glass window yesterday when my mom, dad and karyn bought them from the candy empire in vivocity. WHY DOES CHOCOLATE HAVE TO BE SO DELICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister gave me a furry pig bookmark. so suprised. i think its from mini toons. my mom got a dog-head-on-a-stick thingy which, we all assume, is used to wack people with. or maybe to massage with on someone's back. i think my elbows do the job better tho (i hv been told i have deadly elbows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hv learned something very important about myself this year. that i suck at saving up my allowance. i splurged so much on ppl's presents in the beginning and the middle of the year that i barely have money left now. i hate being a penniless student. wonder where a thirteen year old can get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at an NTUC boticeboard in hougang point one day and i saw this notice that was employing ppl as cashiers and sales executives (oooh dontcha jus love how proffesional it sounds?). then i thot it was perfect for me until i looked down. if there were any 3 words that can squash ur dough-making hopes in an instant, they would be "sixteen and above".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway. have a merry xmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116677221009653074?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116677221009653074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116677221009653074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116677221009653074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116677221009653074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/12/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116669733649344896</id><published>2006-12-21T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T04:19:12.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just came back from watching NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM with karyn, viv, bernie and her lil brother benedictus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viv was late. we missed 2 trains to wait for her. i suggested she paid for our movie tickets. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we counted the number of ang mohs in the mall. we counted til like... 25? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then wen we went to the cathay, bernie karyn and benedictus was going to starbucks. but wen they werent looking, viv and i slipped away and ran to this corridoor leading to the carpark. which was all surreal and twilight-zone-ish cuz its white all over and it was colder. then viv screamed wen someone ran past the corridoor. which made me scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then we followed the corridoor to the carpark. and we entered another door which led to a lift lobby. but no matter how many times we punch the lift button, NO LIFT CAME. which increased my sense of fear and made me convince that this was another "Hotel California" scenario. that u can come in, but u can never go out. BUT THAT WAS NOT THE CASE. cuz we went out. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the cathay cuz plaza sing was so crowded and the 1.30 and 2.00 shows were selling fast. ben and jerry ice cream is to die for. but why the heck is it so ex??? dont they have marketing skills at all? only un-money-minded people like me would buy their ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so funny. THE PHAROAH (or however u spell it) GUY IS HOT. ben stiller is at his cutest when he is with the monkey. "he keeps hitting me and hitting me and im sick of it." HAHA. but i like owen more. and how he doesnt like being manhandled. the funniest part would be when sacajawea tracked down the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY. the elementary school i went to in america is sacajawea elementary school. and there was this costume play thing my teacher made us do and karyn and i had to dress up as louis and clarke. it was embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie we walked out only to see that it rained. i had to shelter benedictus with my umbrella. i mean i dont mind, but isnt it ego-killing for a guy to be sheltered by a girl who is five years his senior??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to carefour where viv started searching for xmas presents to buy. i told her i wanted a green carrot, but she said she would buy an orange one and paint it green. FINE LAH. it was hilarious how we wanted to find jellybeans in the floor that sold non-food items. like clothes. and detergent. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall a very enjoyable experience. lots of loud laughing. I MISS MY OLN FRENS. i wanna go out with jas, bianca, bernie and viv again. i havent laughed that much in a day for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116669733649344896?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116669733649344896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116669733649344896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116669733649344896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116669733649344896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-came-back-from-watching-night.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116634243247033657</id><published>2006-12-16T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:33:50.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok im sorry for not updating in such a long time. but i've been busy with homework &lt;em&gt;again. &lt;/em&gt;i have only one more chi hw left and i shall rid myself of this horrible burden FOREVER! congratulate me. but i guess im the only one to blame for not finishing it earlier. DANG IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have discovered a method that is quite effective when you are doing your chi hw on the chi testpad and you wanna finish it quickly. you write a whole paragraph, then finish the last sentence of that paragraph with a full stop (if you can) on the next line. then you can skip a line for the next paragraph. and TA-DAH! i found this pretty useful. but im sure most of you have already done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it freaks me out a lil that the first day of school is getting nearer and nearer. it hasnt even sunk in that i was sec1 and now im being whisked away to sec 2. IM NOT MATURE ENOUGH FOR THIS. wonder who my chi teacher is gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to think of what to put on my xmas list. but i guess i dont really need anything this christmas. jus wanna spend xmas with my frens and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;*AALLL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAAAAASSSS IS YYYOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUU!!!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAHA. love that song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116634243247033657?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116634243247033657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116634243247033657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116634243247033657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116634243247033657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-im-sorry-for-not-updating-in-such.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116619653382494148</id><published>2006-12-15T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T20:17:18.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just came back after a long day. a fun one, but really long nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in the morning i woke up to find my mom in the kitchen and my dad was out collecting my mom's new laptop and printer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thats not the super sweet part. THEN dad came back at abt the time after i finished my breakfast, with the huge compaw cardboard AND A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS FOR MY MOM. isnt that totally, completely, absolutely, fantastically sweet??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LILLIES. my moms favourite. and even though my mom didnt show it as much as karyn and i did (both of us were squealing and prancing around the two of em), im POSITIVE that my mom was feeling sooo touched. my parents are about the most loving couple i hv ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then dad gave her her birthday card (tho its still 2 days early) and i read it out for her. IT WAS SO NICE AND FUNNY OK. gosh my dads good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so after that my older sis decides that after all this sweetness coming from my dad, she didnt wanna be outshined, so she wanted to give mom the present the three of us were sharing too. its a rectangular faced watch with a pearly pink sheen and a white belt. SHE LIKED IT. and we didnt care about the chinese superstition cuz ITS THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at about 12, karyn and i headed out to meet jasmin and bianca for lunch and bowling. we hugged our parents goodbye and everything. I STILL MISS EM. ok then after eating lunch at mcdonalds, we headed over to the kovan bowling alley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have realised, though not for the first time, that i suck at bowling. in fact, i suck soooo bad, i gutter the ball most of the time. and i only managed to clinch 2 strikes after FOUR games. i am the most pathetic bowler i have ever seen. i cant even pick the proper shoe size. apparently a size 5 is too big for me. but i was too lazy to change the shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then later we all rushed to heartland mall for karyn's and my sake cuz we had to choose a birthday card for my mom before we meet our older sister to watch Eragon (which was an annoying movie, but more of that later).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after we met up with my older sis, we ate a bit and headed over to the paragon to pay jie's phone bills. on the way, i collected dozens of flyers. i have realised that even though they might seem like pests, it would be best if you help the person who is giving out the flyers and take one. afterall, you can always find a dustbin and throw it away right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK NOW ABOUT ERAGON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there are many things i find in the movie very different from the book. for those of you who probably dont know its based on a book, well, now you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LET ME LIST THEM DOWN (BY RANDOM ORDER):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eragon was supposed to try to sell the "stone" to a few more people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saphira was not supposed to hatch so soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Katrina is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brom is supposed to be singing a tale about the history of Algaesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eragon does not try to help Saphira fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saphira is not supposed to grow in a few seconds. she was eight months old when she got to about that size!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She is not supposed to name herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saphira is supposed to have horns down her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saphira does not have feathery wings. they are a thin membrane with veins seen running through them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eragon is not supposed to know about Saphira's gender until she reveals it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saphira is not supposed to pick Eragon up when he was trying to run back home to warn Garrow about the Ra'zac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eragon and Brom are not supposed to run from the Ra'zac to the Varden, but instead hunt the Ra'zac down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brom is supposed to teach Eragon about magic and swordplay. Also, Eragon does not manage to touch Brom when sparring, but only after a few weeks of training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jeod is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Solembum is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Orik is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Murtagh appears differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Murtagh's scar is supposed to be on his back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brom's grave does not get crystalised by Saphira's breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Durza does not ride on some creature created by dark magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the list is not completed, but i cant be bothered to include everything. i guess the movie would be pretty ok for people who arent faithfully devoted to the book as i am. i thought saphira's armor was pretty cool. afterall, what can you expect from a movie that needs to squeeze so much plot into two hours? at least they pick the cast well. Murtagh was especially well casted. he is so rugged and manly. he even has a nice, deep voice. when the credits were rolling, i saw that his name is Garrett. or is it Garett?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IRREGARDLESS. i think he is about the hottest would-be-villian ever. and bernie's right. he does look handsome with his hair wet. but i wish they didnt make the area around his eyes so black though. and did he HAVE to look so dirty during the battle at the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK ITS LATE NOW. gotta have my rest. my feet are killin me. BYE ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116619653382494148?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116619653382494148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116619653382494148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116619653382494148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116619653382494148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-came-back-after-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116607445087128674</id><published>2006-12-14T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:53:30.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;APPARENTLY MY LIFE IS SO BORING THAT I CANT EVEN THINK OF WAD TO BLOG ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drums fingers on keyboard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i can do this... I CAN DO THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is raining heavily. AGAIN. issit normal for a sunny, hot day to be suddenly obilerated by a huge rain fall? it feels unatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went to my school so my mom can collect the books that werent ready the last time. i wasnt wearing my school uniform so i cant go in. which sucks. cuz that meant my mom had to carry all the books. i cant even lie that im not a student there cuz the security guard now recognises me. even the people in the general office recognise me. EVEN THE DEBATE TEACHER WHO TRIED TO MAKE KARYN AND I JOIN DEBATE RECOGNISES ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting the whole "OLN" feeling again. so i went out of the car and waited with an umbrella so she didnt have to walk to the car in the rain. then wen i was waiting i saw JASLYNN! i immediately scolded her for not being online and that wen she was, she was usually playing games so she cant talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw the debate teacher and i swirled in the other direction so she cant see my face. HAH. then my mom came out and i had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it normal to dislike certain rules of your school even after being here for one whole year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched project runway last night. I DISLIKE VINCENT. he is so full of himself. i also have NEVER seen a guy get upset over his clothes before. EVER. i loved the word count of kane and miss usa. but overall i think it was a rather heated reunion. previous quarrels were racked up again and everything. but at least it was funny at parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;KARYN GOT A HAIR CUT. i keep telling her it looks nice but she always refuses to believe me. so i told her she looked like one of the F4 guys, and THEN she believes me. and i didnt even mean it. I HAVE A WEIRD TWIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im going bowling with jas and bianca tmrw! so excited. havent seen them in a heck of a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im also gonna watch ERAGON. cant wait to see murtagh on the silver screen instead of seeing him on the cover of the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ALSO my mom and dad are gonna take a mini vacation. they are gonna stay in a hotel for the weekend! its my moms birthday u see. GONNA MISS EM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;k i shall stop here. BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116607445087128674?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116607445087128674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116607445087128674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116607445087128674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116607445087128674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/12/apparently-my-life-is-so-boring-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116597627129168701</id><published>2006-12-12T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:17:51.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;feeling stressed right now. so much homework and theres abt two weeks left of the holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is it normal to have mood swings for one such as myself? cuz im swinging waaayyy down looowwww right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I NEED HAPPY PILLS TO KEEP ME HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i had a weird dream last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dreamt that i was in a bus going somewhere. and the outside was really dark. then when it was my stop, i got off. when the bus was about to drive off, i realised i left my6 bag in there. so i tried to call someone, i dont noe who, but i assume she/he was in the bus as well, so that she/he can get the bag for me. cuz i wanted to run after the bus but the driver ignored my frantically waving arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then when i was calling that someone, my phone had no reception and the battery went dead. so i all i could do was stare helplessly after the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and then suddenly someone came down from the bus with my bag and ran towards me. that someone gave my my bag and ran off towards the bus again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HAVE WEIRD DREAMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im hungry. so im gonna have my breakfast now. bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116597627129168701?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116597627129168701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116597627129168701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116597627129168701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116597627129168701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/12/feeling-stressed-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116584426064702069</id><published>2006-12-11T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T05:37:40.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;changed my blogskin. wheee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think i had my previous one for too long. and the tiny font is getting annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAH. NOW SEE ME BLOG WITH BIG FONT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok anyway. i went to ikea today! the one in tampines. its HUGE im telling ya. AND they have free parking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we needed this shoe rack. one to put under the mirror in the foyer. this is the result of buying too many shoes! haha. or more like the result of having 4 females living under the same roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was RAINING today. i cant say i hate rain, but i cant say i particularly like it either. i guess its good for water collection in the reservoires (or howeva u spell it) and everything but the coldness and wetness gets to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANNA WATCH ERAGON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok got that outta my system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was watching so you think you can dance. i like how travis did his jerky impression of the fox trot. it was like... "fox TROT fox TROT fox TROT". benji wasnt funny today... wad a shame. i was hoping for a good laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gonna dive into my homework pile tomorrow and hopefully find my way out... wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116584426064702069?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116584426064702069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116584426064702069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116584426064702069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116584426064702069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/12/changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116580994084034878</id><published>2006-12-10T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:44:42.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I SHALL NOT DEPRIVE U ALL OF MY PRESENCE ANYMORE BECAUSE IM HOOOOOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AH! its so good to be back. sentosa was fun but it had a luxurious, un-cosy feeling that u can only find in chalets or hotels. like i always say, home is where the fridge is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i hv a very important piece of news to announce. I DO NOT HAVE MOSQUITO BITES! well that was mainly cuz i didnt open the window at all. HAH! take THAT u bloodsuckers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sentosa was great. it has a nice islandy vibe. too much sand for my taste but i love the breeze. the only complaint i hv is that WHY DOES SILOSO BEACH HV TO HOLD THE ZOUKOUT DURING OUR STAY????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the two nights that we were staying over, we had to endure pulses of music from the beach. tho it was bearable during the day, cuz it allowed us to dance to it in the private sanctuaries of our room, it made it hard to sleep during the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway. we went to this seafood restaurant by the sea (haha) for dinner on the second day, which is saturday. the annoying china woman didnt let us sit near the side where its closest to the sea, which was WHY my mom made a reservation in the first place cuz all the seats near the sea were for more than five ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;annoying china woman: im sorry but u cant change tables cuz the tables over there are for my customers. this table (indicates the table with 6 chairs) can seat 5 to 6 ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mom: so we are not your customers issit??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gawd my mom is so cool. but in the end we got the table with 6 chairs. the seafood (which is actually steamboat) is so limited. it claimed on the sign outside that it had a spread of international dishes but the only thing international abt it are two dishes: cream of corn soup (western) and spaghetti (italian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HV COMPLETED READING ELDEST, BOOK 2 OF THE INHERITANCE TRILOGGYYY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha. now no one can accuse me of not reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I MISS EVERYONE. no one's online right now so i cant talk to anyone. so saaaaaaad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i shall stop here. heh. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116580994084034878?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116580994084034878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116580994084034878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116580994084034878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116580994084034878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-shall-not-deprive-u-all-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116507703372955505</id><published>2006-12-02T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:26:17.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;my life is so boring. lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can honestly, proudly say that im going overseas. im heading to sentosa on friday and staying in a chalet for the weekend! its still counted as overseas cuz my dad drove us there before, and we did really cross a bridge OVER the SEA. haha XD. ok im lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;im trying to think of a list of extra things to buy from NTUC before i go to sentosa. the two things on my list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cadbury Dairy Milk Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Twisties, Barbecue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*taps pencil on list*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wad else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ah who cares. ANYWAY. i think i should bring mosquito repellent. afterall, my experience tells me that chalets are a breeding ground for mosquitos. i got six the last time i've been in one. and i was barely in there for an hour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok i've nothing else to talk abt now. so i shall leave u with this super short post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116507703372955505?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116507703372955505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116507703372955505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116507703372955505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116507703372955505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-life-is-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116478243525294302</id><published>2006-11-30T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:24:16.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gawd. i dunno why im posting abt the chalet wen i think everyone else who went wld probably do the same thing. but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at abt 7, i dunno why and i went to bathe at abt 8 and used the com until it was time to go. sophia told me that they were meeting us at pasir ris park so simin and i went there by ourselves. but the thing is. wen we got there, it was completely empty except for this tall guy at the bicycle kiosk and a freaky old guy at the rollerblade rental shop. and a couple of foreign workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was drizzling too. then i called sophia and told her where we were and she said she would come to find us. but abt 15 mins later, no one came. so i called her again and she said they were lost too and were at the downtown east entrance. i was like "WAD THE HELL??" so i told her that we wld try to find them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and simin started walking to... where ever. cuz we were pretty much lost too. then we found out that we were walking the wrong way and we started walking back. but we couldnt find wadeva downtown east thing. but we saw this building with red roofs and we went in. it turned out it was the costa sands resort pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i called sophia and told em where we were and we didnt wanna walk anymore cuz we didnt hv enough energy. then sophia told us to stay put until they found us. which wasnt a problem as simin and i were so beat, we practically collapsed on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they finally arrived and we headed to arcade place. but since simin and i didnt hv a card, we just watched wenqi, sophia and shirley play. then maureen called me and said she was at the bus stop. and then we all went to fetch her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then it was just off the escape. which rawked. lets talk abt the rides, shall we? (in random order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1) Flipper - the most thrilling and fun game in this entire theme park. u get to feel the nice stomach lurching feeling wen ur spinning downwards. prob is that the queue is too long. and no fans anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2) Rainbow - like i said, a complete waste of time. but the good point is that wen ur waiting in the seemingly stagnant queue, u get to feel a heck of a breeze wen the rainbow swings by, which makes queueing a whole lot more bearable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) Viking- WHOOO! the second best ride there. u can even feel the lurching feeling wen ur sitting in the middle of the ride. but it lasts a few swings too long. gave me a headache wen i staggered off. another gd point is they hv the water sprayer thing for the ppl lining up for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4) Haunted house- ok i noe it isnt really a ride, but it is an important feature in the theme park. the queue looks freakier from the outside than the inside cuz of the black cloth hanging outside and stuff. nothing much to criticise. if i say its scary, its GOOD cuz it kinda proves that it serves its purpose. i went through the whole thing. unlike a particular group of 9 ppl which i can mention. and i went in with two trustworthy frens at my side! HAH! take THAT u freaky guy with the chopper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok i didnt sit on any other rides so thats abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the chalet was nice. ok no it was ok. the floor was a bit moist tho. the fridge was pretty huge. even more huge than the mini ones u get in a hotel. before i entered the room, half of the group was already in there and taking their slippers or shoes off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then i was like "WAIT WAIT!" and someone asked "WHAT?" and i went "WE HV TO KICK OFF OUR SLIPPERS INTO THE ROOM THEN ASK FOR PERMISSION TO ENTER!" and they all ignored me. but i went ahead and did it. then i didnt see anything paranormal for the rest off the night. HAH. see?? it works. its wad kelicia and i did for the malacca trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then everyone else went down to drown their cup noodles in boiling water but i asked maureen to help me do it cuz my knee was hurting. then i sat there in front of the tv and watched wish upon a star. which was nice. i freaked out wen hady appeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so then we played cheat while watching the 9 0' clock show and then wen it reached 9.50, i had to go home. so yeah. thats basically it. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116478243525294302?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116478243525294302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116478243525294302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116478243525294302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116478243525294302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/11/gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116452869378853031</id><published>2006-11-25T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T06:37:52.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I AM GETTING THE TINGLY CHRISTMAS-Y FEELING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jiiingle bells jiiingle bells. jingle all the waaaayyyyy!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*siiiillleeent niight... hoooolllllyyyy niiiiight...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*joooyyyy to the wooorld. the looord has come. let eeeaaarth... reciiiieeeve her KIIIING!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. sorry. i have a sudden urge to decorate a christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116452869378853031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116452869378853031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116452869378853031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-getting-tingly-christmas-y.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116445602975808465</id><published>2006-11-25T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T04:00:29.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY FEET IS FUN. i like how nicole kidman did the voice for norma jean. its all high-pitched and husky-sounding. the graphics were really good! the people almost looked like, well, people. my favourite characters are the five lil penguins. the spanish ones. RRRRIIIBAA!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but i disagree with karyn. step up is waaayyyy better than happy feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but wen i was watching the movie, i had the misfortune of sitting in front of this whiny kid who wouldnt stop talking. he kept commenting on the characters on the screen. but i took my revenge by SITTING UP STRAIGHTER IN MY SEAT! muahaha. teach THAT squirt to mess with ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anyway. quiz from karyn's blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quiz: Can you name 11 people you can think of right off the top of your head?Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 11 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first...No Cheating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Karyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Jasmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. Vive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Bernie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. Bianca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. Jaslynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8. Camdon Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9. Ian Reddeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11. Clarice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How did you meet 10?: Kimberly- she is my sister. need i include anything else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What would you do if u had never met 6?: Bianca- oh gosh! i seriously dunno. i probably would nv hv laughed as much as i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry?: Vive- yeah... i hv this fuzzy memory of her crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What would you do if 6 and 2 dated?: BOBBY??? BIANCA??? i would probably murder bianca. haha jkjk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;think 1 is handsome?: Karyn- oh yes. i find my twin very handsome indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tell me something about number 11: Clarice- she is particular about her hair. sorry. thats the first thing that came into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How did you know 8?: Camdon Smith- he was my classmate, as well as the annoying twirp who sat beside me for a period of time during my elementary school years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What's 7's favourite color?: Jaslynn- hmmm... good question. i think its blue right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What would you do if 2 confessed he she liked you? Bobby- YES YES YESS!!! I ACCEPT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fact about 9: Ian Reddick- a nerd. who cried over losing his pencil. which i had to find for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who is 6 going out with?: Bianca- many ppl. paxTON, geraldi, weng lum, branDON, the priestly dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who is number 5 to you? Bernie- a good fren. someone who constantly reminds me to blog. but yeah. a good fren indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Would you ever live with 11? Clarice- oh yeah sure! it'd be fun i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Is 2 single? Bobby- NO. CUZ HE IS BUSY BEING ATTACHED TO MEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How much does 3 mean to you? Jasmin- a lot! =) probably the truest fren i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What do you think about 1? Karyn- i think she is the greatest twin any twin can ever hv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What's the best thing about number 8? Camdon Smith- zilch. zip. nada. he doesnt HV any good points to speak of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What do you dislike about number 10? Kimberly- i dislike the fact that i dont see much of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11 people that i want them to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-jasmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-bernie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-vive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- clarice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-chloe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-jaslynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-simin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- whoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- ppl on my links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116445602975808465?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116445602975808465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116445602975808465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116445602975808465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116445602975808465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-feet-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116410358176126109</id><published>2006-11-21T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:45:45.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i watched ANTM last night. JOANIE SHOULDA WON OK. she has been consistent throughout the whole competition. who cares if she looked down a couple of times during the fashion show?? the runway was slippery with flowers!! waddya expect??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i also watched So You Think You Can Dance. karyn was right. Dmitry is pretty cute. but he always ends up with sucky female dance partners, which is why he ends up being in the bottom 3 couples... i liked allison and ivan this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh and i have finally gotten a second set of ear holes. about a year after karyn got hers. its still throbbing with pain, but its not unbearable, i guess. when the salesperson pierced my ears the second time, i almost scolded her. here is the scenario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1) salesgirl pulls trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2) "ow! WHAT'S YOUR-" followed by hysterical fanning at my ear lobes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) salesgirl camly dabs my ear lobes with antisceptic liquid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;4) mom comes over from browsing the shop with a good natured "how? done anot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;see? i totally handled it like a grown up. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116410358176126109?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116410358176126109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116410358176126109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116410358176126109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116410358176126109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-watched-antm-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116356999910482531</id><published>2006-11-14T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:53:19.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the holidays continue to bore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am now resorting to re-reading books that i hv read before and re-watching shows that i hv already watched before. im really looking forward to december where i can go to sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;from bernie's blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1) your name plus "y"? I REFUSE TO DO THIS CUZ ITS INSIGNIFICANT! (props to karyn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2) two feelings at the moment? hunger and boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) what are you listening to right now? thunder, lightning and rain drops pelting on my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4)  Apart of e song lyrics that's in your mind: luuunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5) Describe where you are right now? im in the study room. uh its messy, small, but nice and quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6) What you going to do next? complete the next question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7) What are you craving to have right now? laksa from suntec city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8) Any unforgettable childhood memory? hmm. i guess its the year i was in the US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9) A not-so-goodchildhood memory? when i got stuck in the toilet in pri 1 during recess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10) What are yournicknames? kel, ah jie, di er xiao jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11) Your plan for tomorrow? uuuhhh.... i need to hv a plan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12) Your plan for future? to be an orthopaedist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;13) Are you thinking of someoneright now? yepp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14) Ever gotten drunk before? never. im a good girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;15) Are you single? yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;16) Say something to the person who posted this. hi bernie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;17) What do you want? more money for my mom's birthday present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;18) Fill in the blank: huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;19) Say anything you like to whoever is reading. umm... hi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;20) Are you feeling hungry? YES. gonna eat my lunch after i complete this quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;21) Who do you miss right now? jasmin, bianca, clarice, simin, chloe, jaslynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;22) Last friend you talked to online? clarice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;23) What do you like about night? the part where i get to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;24) When you were a kid, what did you want to be? a singer. then a lawyer. then a journalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;25) Last gift? hoop earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;26) Did you like it? of course! it was from my older sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;27) What song did you last heard? perhaps love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;28) Your good luck charm? hmm. i dont really believe in good luck. i believe in karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;29) Person you hate most? hate is a very strong word. but i do dislike people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;30) Who makes you laugh the most? jasmin, bernie and viv XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;31) Are you in love? and is your love sincere? nah... to both questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FINISHED! gonna eat my lunch now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116356999910482531?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116356999910482531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116356999910482531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116356999910482531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116356999910482531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/11/holidays-continue-to-bore-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116348346195853266</id><published>2006-11-13T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T06:04:00.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;im feeling hopelessly bored right now. all the books i borrowed are pretty boring, i watched all the movies i can possibly watch and degree-anime cant load bleach anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIST OF THINGS TO ACCOMPLISH THIS SCHOOL HOLIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) name all my new school books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) learn to cycle and rollerblade fast and without my whole body aching afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) complete the insanely huge pile of homework im still trying to ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) beat jasmin at solitaire more than 3 times a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) grow 1cm (i hv this bet with my mom that i would reach her height by the end of the holiday. if i do, i get 10 bucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) hopefully find guts for me to get a second set of earholes (sorry to the ppl who still differentiate me and karyn using this method. guess u gotta find some other way! &gt;=D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) learn how to shoot a rubberband in the right direction and at a satisfactory distance (i wanted to shoot one at my older sis once but it snapped in the opposite direction. meaning at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) become more flexible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;THERE! i think i got all of em down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;now for karyn's quiz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1) when did you last recieve a present? from my older sister a few days ago. hoop earrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2) what time is it now? 9.14pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) where are you planning to go tomorrow? uumm... hougang point. to buy plastic wrapping for the new school books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;4) how many books do you read per month? 3 to 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5) what is your msn nickname now? x[[.KeL.]]x BlAcKaNdWhItE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;6) do you sms/call someone daily? heh no. not everyday at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;7) do you have ANOTHER blog that only your friends know? no way! one blog is enough for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;8) how are you feeling now? well im feeling pain in my left knee cuz of a huge scratch. and im feeling sleepy cuz i woke up super early today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;9) how many people are living in your house now? 6. my mom, my dad, my older sis, my twin sis, and my little brother in the form of an adorable jack russel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;10) what is your msn display pic for now? my sisters and i in a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;11) other than your own country, what other country have you went to before? M'sia, Hongkong, USA, Canada, Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;12) what do you intend to do for the next holiday? spend time with family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;13) do you sleep in the morning or either, at night? BOTH. i sleep at around 11pm and im still sleeping at 12 in the morning right up til 9 or 10 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;14) how did you feel when you were getting your previous exam results? truthfully, i was as nervous as i was wen i was getting my PSLE results. i was thinking "breathe, kelly, breathe!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;15) choose your favourite drinks except peach tea, mango tea, apple tea and green tea. i like milo, teh tarik, teh si, ice lemon tea, ribena, F&amp;N orange or grape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;16) what are you currently thinking of? im thinking of how im gonna keep myself occupied tmrw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;17) do you have a computer of your own? nah. i share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;18) do you have at least 100 books around your house? of course. the cupboards are full of em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;19) do you enjoy your holidays? absolutely! nothing better than doing nothing. i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;20) do you like your current CCA? heh. sadly no. i dont happen to welcome pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;21) name 7 people to do this quiz. bernie, viv, jasmin, clarice, jaslynn. ANYONE LAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116348346195853266?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116348346195853266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116348346195853266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116348346195853266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116348346195853266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/11/d-7-learn-how-to-shoot-rubberband-in.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116330524478160159</id><published>2006-11-11T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T04:12:01.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I WAS AN USHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abt yesterday. my mom, karyn and i again went back to the salvation army place for volunteer work. this time, it was the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only yesterday that i realised that there were two levels for the auditorium. my job was to stay at the entrance of the auditorium at the second level and collect tickets. which pretty much sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can never believe how aggressive parents can be. (i say they are parents because they are the only ones who would pay $16 per ticket to see their kid recieve a piece of paper from Father Henry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen the lift arrived at the second level, u can instantly see a crowd of parents squeezing out of that tiny lift and marching towards, well, me. but thats not the scary part. the real terror begins wen the parents shove their tickets in my face, each trying to see which set of tickets i would tear for them first. then some hands would emerge from the crowd and reach over my head to place their fingers on the paper that had their seating arrangement that was pasted on the door behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. basically i was a girl in vibrant red, forced to press myself against a wooden door, surrounded by violent, aggressive parents. wad fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anyway, i went cycling today! it was so much fun. my family and i went to east coast park and rented the bikes. we cycled for abt an hour, which was a killer. near the end, i almost died on my way up a slope. my legs just couldnt move. guess i gotta work on my stamina... *laughs sheepishly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wad i love best about the beach is that there is always a breeze. its so cooling and refreshing. the water seemed endless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;as i was cycling, i saw someone fall while rollerblading. tho he didnt get any visible cuts or bruises, i could tell that it hurt. makes me think twice about rollerblading now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116330524478160159?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116330524478160159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116330524478160159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116330524478160159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116330524478160159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-usher-talking-abt-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116299441103284178</id><published>2006-11-08T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T06:00:11.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wheeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;still cant wait for saturday. i guess im a sucker for volunteer work. the bad news is that the horrible principal says theres a possibility that karyn and i will be assigned to new positions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was kinda getting used to changing the girls and spiking the guy's hair. tho it was quite gross. at the end of the spiking session, i had gunks of gel between my fingers. oh and a few strands of hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but yeah. i had a lotta fun. u dont really get chances to mess up the hair of lil twirps. oh i mean kids. they were really cute! i forgot to mention some stuff in the previous post. like how one squirt pressed a cushion with the word " L O V E" on it onto my arm and smiled up at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and how wen i was abt to leave, a lil girl held my two hands and smiled at me. *gushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha okok. i'll stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;from karyn's blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. start time: 9.04pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. name: kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. nickname: kel (sisters and frens) , ah jie (parents), di er xiao jie (grandmother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. if you were a skittle, what colour would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wads a skittle? ok uhhh... purple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. chinese zodiac: rooster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. horoscope: pisces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. hair colour: bright indigo. ok fine lah its black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. eye colour: dark brown to the point of black. wahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. height: 154cm. wallowing in all my shortness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. favourite colour: purple, yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11. glasses? yepp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12. braces? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;13. piercing tattoos: one on each ear. piercings i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14. pet: a dog. i had a fighting fish that commited suicide wen no one was home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAVE U EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;15. cut your hair? nah... havent the guts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;16. did you do something in the past month that you regret? uuhhhh... yeah. like sleeping late which resulted in waking up late which resulted in a major headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;17. hugged someone who isnt your g/f  or b/f? YES. my mom, my dad, karyn, my dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;18. skipped school? yeah in pri 4. it was after streaming so there wasnt a point in going to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;19. bungee-jumped? are u kidding?? no!!! nor will i ever. i prefer knowing that i am on stable ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;20. jumped off a building? if i did, i wouldnt exactly be here typing away now would i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;21. dumped someone? yeah. abt 20 guys. NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;22. been arrested? is this the kinda question ur supposed to be asking a 13 year old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;23. TP'd at someone's house? huh? wads "TP'd"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;24. won something? a plaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;25. been rejected? nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;26. been to a funeral? um. no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;27. used a lighter? dont dare ^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;28. been on stage? many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FAVOURITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;29. season: SPRING!! not to warm, not too cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;30. food: BBQ pork set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;31. ice cream flavour: cookie and cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;32. school subject(s): geog and history. humanities are MY thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;33. person: my mom =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;34. book(s): whoa. lemme think. there's northern lights, the subtle knife, the amber spyglass, sabriel, lirael, the abhorsen, little women, little men, the harry potter series and lots more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;35. movie(s): too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;36. song(s): again too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;37. park: the one i walk through on my way to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;38. state: washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;39. place: home is where the heart is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;40. sport to watch: soccer, table tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;41. bands/ musicians: countless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;42. letter(s): k, e, l, y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;43. restaurant: kenny roger's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;44. cartoon character: rogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;45. TV stations: uuuhhh... as in channels? MTV and nickelodeon. wish i had em now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;46. name for a daughter: regundamynashia. oh u mean MY daughter? oh ok. how's amber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;47. name for a son: xavier. it sounds intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DO YOU PREFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;48. chocolate or vanilla? vanilla! it goes better with waffle and maple syrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;49. long relationships or short? long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;50. dogs or cats? dogs! got scratched by a cat once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;51. scary movies or comedies? comedies! i like to laugh. and i get freaked out easily, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;52. short hair or long? long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;53. croutons or bacon bits? bacon bits. i once had to build a mini castle with croutons. the glue made me wanna puke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;54. kissing or hugging? hugging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;55. mexicans: salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;56. schools: icky uniforms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;57. grass: dog poop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;58. cow: a huge bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;59. canada: picking duck (the first time i ate picking duck was in canada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;60. mouse: cheeeeese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;61. hands: the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IN THE PAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;62. watched a movie: how to lose a guy in 10 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;63. talked on the phone: yeah, with jasmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;64. cried: heh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;65. threw up: ugh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;66. drank a glass of water: if i didnt, i would be crawling towards the kitchen instead of doing this quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;67. done drugs: i happen to value my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;68. read a book or a magazine: the snow spider trilogy by jenny nimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;69. watched tv: project superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;70. looked in the mirror: yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;71. taken a shower: of course lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;72. taken a picture: nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;73. listened to music: yeah im listening to it right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;74. kissed someone: WAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;75. told someone you liked them: nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Choose 10 people to do this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-bernie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-jasmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-viv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-clarice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-jaslynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-uhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116299441103284178?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116299441103284178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116299441103284178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116299441103284178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116299441103284178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/11/wheeee-still-cant-wait-for-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116280864685350609</id><published>2006-11-06T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:31:58.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok finally updating after a looong time. so sorry everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday karyn, my mom and i helped out with the dress rehearsal of the graduation performance the school my mom was doing her practicum at. even tho my mom has already finished her practicum and stuff. it was pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school is actually located in a church. something like St. Anne's Church i think. right beside SJC. altho my mom taught the nursery kids, who are at abt 4 years old, she volunteered to help with the performance which only consisted of kids from 5 to 6. she asked karyn and i if we wanted to help too, seeing as the school was pretty much desperate for volunteers and we obviously agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed over to the salvation army place in bishan, where the performance was supposed to be held. one kid looked up at me and said "wah so biiiig!" then i looked and i was like... "okaaayyyy..." it was pretty small. to me anyway. but i guess in the eyes of a 5 year old, whose height only reached my hip, the place can be huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when everyone got settled down and started, well, changing the kids into their costumes, the teacher asked me to help her change clothes for the girls in her class. the teacher is Fiona. but i prefer to address her as Miss Fiona, out of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, the horror began. i had to tie the girls' HAIR. i wld like to make it clear that i am completely unaouthorised to tie anyone's hair but my own. but i kept my mouth shut and just did it. Miss Fiona actually wanted me to help do the make up, so i cant really complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karyn and i then moved on to spiking the boys' hair. WHEEE! now THAT was really fun. all we had to do was dip our fingers in gel and start messing up their hair. or rather, in the words of my twin, "experiment with different directions". but there is this one boy going by the name of Kin Chong was near botak. so there really wasnt anything to spike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real thing is gonna be on saturday, where we are supposed to wear red. seeing as its not my most favourite colour, i think im just gonna wear my house tee or something. heh. desperate times call for desperate measures i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from karyn's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) how old do u wish u were?&lt;br /&gt;i like my age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) where were u wen 911 happened?&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the couch watching tv, silently thanking i was at the other end of the country wen it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) what do u do wen the vending machine steals your money?&lt;br /&gt;i kick it reeaaal hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) do you count yourself kind?&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i DID donate 50 cents to charity once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) if you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;on the lower back area. not THAT low, of course. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) if you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) do you know your neighbours?&lt;br /&gt;nah. but they somehow know us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) what do you consider a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;is a time where you get to do things you enjoy with ppl who are closest to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) do you follow your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;kinda. except when it gets really inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) would you move for someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;depends on who it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) are u touchy-feely?&lt;br /&gt;wadda heck. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) dream-job?&lt;br /&gt;one that gives a maximum wage for minimum workload &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) favourite channel?&lt;br /&gt;MTV. i love the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) favourite place to go on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;causeway point. the handmade noodles are deeeelish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) shower or baths?&lt;br /&gt;baths. bubbles are fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) do you paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;YES. currently sporting black colour with white nail art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;yepp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) what are your phobias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmmm... fear of loneliness, of the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;19) do u want kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe. a tad young to be thinking abt this dontcha think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;20) do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nah... too uncommited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;21) where would you rather be right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;downstairs rollerblading. need to practice more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;22) who makes you warm and fuzzy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my dog. cuz he is warm-blooded and furry ^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;23) heavy or light sleeper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;light. sleeping to much gives me a headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;24) are you paranoid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yepp. most definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;25) are you impatient?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;depends on my mood, really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;26) who can relate to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmmm... no one at present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;27) what's your favourite pick-up line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HUH? wads a pick up line??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;28) what did the last text on your cellphone say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dunno. the battery is flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;29) what's your main ringtone on your mobile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the chorus of "perhaps love" from princess hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;30) whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;31) what colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;32) what were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sleeping ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;33) name 3 things you hv on u all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-specs (ok not really all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-uuhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;34) what colour are your bedsheets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;34) how much cash do u have on you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;zilch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;36) what is your favourite part of the chicken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the wing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;37) what is your favourite town/city?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hougang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;38) i cant wait til...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im old enough to say "one grey goose martini, no ice" dunno why... just sounds nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;39) what did you have for dinner last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tou fu, fried crispy noodles with prawn, fried chicken, pork with yummy gravy, vegetable and egg soup, tiramisu cake. it was my grandmother's birthday yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;40) do you own a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;41) what do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i like milo. or milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;42) where do you think you'll be in 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in university, hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;43) last think you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fried rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;44) what songs do you like to sing in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;another sad love song- toni braxton, love will keep us together- frank sinatra, chain of fools- aretha franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;45) last thing that made you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm. cant rmbr! havent laughed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;46) worst injury you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a badly scraped knee i got when i fell while rollerblading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;47) what's your favourite candy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;chocolate!!!! preferably milk chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;48) what song do you want to be played at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;reflection- christina aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;49) random people to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-bernie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-viv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-jasmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-clarice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;50) say goodbye to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bye me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116280864685350609?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116280864685350609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116280864685350609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116280864685350609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116280864685350609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/11/13-favourite-channel-mtv.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116115637911171923</id><published>2006-10-19T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:51:25.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i cant believe im saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bored these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe im supposed to be enjoying myself after the exams and all, but i dunno. it just feels suckier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a few reasons. the internet connection is so crazy that i tend to give up on it. i hv watched almost all the DVDs that are in the house. nothing to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. so basically, im a weird person. so now im resorting to going to this spiffy website chloe has introduced me to and reading manga. got a few that im interested in. Black Cat, Bleach and Death Note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short descriptions on wad i feel abt the mangas so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Note: WAD THE HECK IS GOING ON. after a few mins of reading this manga, i feel more depressed!! its all abt death and killing ppl. at least let the god of death look better and not hv such gigantic lips and chains hanging all over the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Cat: nice! like the graphics. but it got me bored outta my wits after a while. ^.^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach: DING DING DING! now THIS is a winner! chloe introduced me to this manga/anime at the beginning of the year but i nv really got round to watching or reading it. but now that i hv (for free), its so nice. but i dont think the name "ichigo"(meaning strawberry in jap) is a very suitable name for a guy who is supposed to be all shinigami-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. death note the movie is showing soon and im thinking of going out to watch it. with chloe and simin beside me, of cuz, so i can dig my fingernails (which im growing very dilligently) into their skin anytime i please. muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides. i get freaked out reeaaaallllyyy easily. so im not that good at watching scary movies. i used to dive behind the sofa with my older sister wen watching "Charmed". hey. i was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, now i hv abt...3 neighbours renovating their houses. which is a bit inconsiderate, seeing as this has been going on since the beginning of the exams. everyday, instead of waking up to smell the coffee or roses or wadeva, i wake up to the smell of fresh paint and turpentine. hows THAT for a nice morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing. we hv three lifts in our block but one is down for maintainance. so the second one is covered in cardboard and green cushy stuff to protect the walls. apparently, they attract lotsa dust. so if im lucky, which im usually not, i get the one thats working just fine and that i can breathe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyone have any nice DVDs or VCDs to lend? or at least anyone who tutors piano or guitar for free? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116115637911171923?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116115637911171923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116115637911171923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116115637911171923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116115637911171923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-believe-im-saying-this.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-116100224492211426</id><published>2006-10-16T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T05:37:24.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sorry for not blogging in such a long time. exams were killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A BIG BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT TO SIMIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anyway, we had the interhouse games for the sec 1 today! the girls played captainball, netball style. it was fun. despite all the bangings i got. i guess im not a contact sports kinda person wen it comes to, well, contact. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then after recess we had a field trip. it was a tea appreciation thing in chinatown. on the bus ride, the teacher who tested me oral, she gave me a 15 out of 20, gave this highly educational but also very boring talk abt drinking tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;whenever she looked my way, i had to open my eyes wide and nod, as if i was paying attention. kinda like wad i do to mrs khor. *chuckles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i tried to lean on simin's shoulder to sleep but then the bus suddenly halted while i was dozing off. i slid off simin's shoulder, onto her lap and barrelled into the seat in front of her. as if my body hasn't gotten enough bashings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ok now abt tea. did u noe that u hv to follow about 6 long-winded steps just to savour one tiny cup of tea? here are the steps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1) Add tea leaves into the lil brown teapot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2) Add boiled water into the lil brown teapot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3) Pour everything from that lil brown teapot into the white coloured, fancy-looking, coverless teapot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4) Pour the tea from the coverless teapot into the tiny but tall looking teacup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5) Smell the tea. (actually it smells quite sweet. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6) NOW then u can pour the tea into the actual teacup u drink from and u sip away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the upside, nice mooncakes and tea eggs. downside, rude staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after school, i had to drag simin to the toilet, giving the excuse that i had a stomachache. then i slowly retied my hair. then i said that the stomachache came back and i dragged her all the way around the classroom and back. (a long but effective route i invented myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;why do i do this? well as i was keeping simin from going anywhere but the canteen, the rest were setting up the cake there. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FINALLY the cake was ready and we sang the birthday song to a laughing simin. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then after that karyn and clarice went home first and chloe, jas, simin and i sat on the swing to talk and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;later wen chloe and simin left, me and jas were left. as i was getting off the swing, my head hit the metal bar above! i swear i could feel my skull crack in two. hmph. evil swing... chloe, ur right. it is soooo unsafe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-116100224492211426?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/116100224492211426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=116100224492211426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116100224492211426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/116100224492211426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorry-for-not-blogging-in-such-long.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115882547540456637</id><published>2006-09-21T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T05:25:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wheee. today i had fun. dont noe y, but im a good mood. altho i think i screwed my chinese test. BUT I WILL SOOOO ACE THE CHENG YU SECTION!!!! =D i studied exceptionally hard for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for science, this teacher came into class. he called us "boys and girls"!!!! is there some weird primary school freak thing that was going on that i didnt noe abt?? well anyway, he also does this weird "creep-up-on-u" thing. HE SCARED THE JINKIES OUTTA MEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway. then we had prata at the nearby shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;unfortunately, this old indian guy sat beside maureen (who was sitting beside me) and louis couldnt sit beside her. too bad. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then clarice, jas and shirley went to buy the cake (chloe noes so no point hiding now) and karyn and i went home. after that, we met jas and ying jie in compass point to collect the cake so we can store in my fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I HAD TO DO SOME MAJOR REARRANGEMENTS SO BE GRATEFUL, YA HEEAAARR???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115882547540456637?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115882547540456637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115882547540456637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115882547540456637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115882547540456637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/09/wheee.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115865677846073073</id><published>2006-09-19T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:06:18.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorry for not updating in a while. i noe its been super long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am hady's solution, i say. in the previous episode, ken lim told hady to fall in love right? AHA! there u go! im his solution!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wen i chose to voice this out to my family, karyn's head just clonked to the table and my mom went," tudooong...." and i immediately freaked out. its the cloth malays have to wrap around their heads. i havent worn it before, but it looks uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;pls do not misunderstand. i am not racist. im just saying that im not the kind of person who would enjoy covering her head up, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but then i said," ken lim said fall in love! not get married!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so there u go. i still remain as his solution to winning the singapore idol. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;today we had a dastard bio test. i thought i studied pretty thoroughly but i was soooo wrong. im gonna screw the test. i really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;got pretty decent grades for DnT! i thot i messed up on the GPO method part, but i got 9 out of 10. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok on the october 2nd, im gonna go to my uncle's wedding. he's actually my dad's cousin, so yeah. we went shopping for clothes to wear then, and we managed to get 2 pretty dresses. not those frilly ones that might be the mental image ur forming, but proper ones. black, with nice golden embroidery on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the thing is, the wedding will be on the day before the oral exams start. HOW THE HECK WILL I BE ABLE TO PRACTICE FOR MY ORAL???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i remember from the last wedding dinner i went to, all i did was sit there, shut up and munch on nice chocolates the restaurant provided. oh and i asked my uncle some riddles. and i saw weiqing there. and i found out weiqing is my god aunt or something. u see the groom, who is my dad's other cousin, is wei qing's god brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok nothing to blog. bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115865677846073073?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115865677846073073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115865677846073073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115865677846073073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115865677846073073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/09/sorry-for-not-updating-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115711764038466053</id><published>2006-09-01T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T06:34:00.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the number of ppl going to the class gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;out of 42.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but wadeva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its gonna be just like last time i guess. monotonous mood. obvious distance. thats my prediction anyway. but hey! prove me wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ok heres the info for the gathering, for those of u who werent paying attention to me screaming my head off on thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Date: 5th September, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Time: 10am-6pm (may vary) OR 2pm-6pm (for those who dun wanna watch the movie, monster house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Place to meet: Hougang station (those who get lost or are unclear on that day may contact karyn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Plan: - watch movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          - eat lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          -take neoprint??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          - head to kovan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;          -bowl (as in go bowling, which has nothing to do with the bowl that u use to contain food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;righty there u go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anyway. at home, its always "How was the test?" or "Do your homework already?" or "Pack your table!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;never "how was your day?" or "how was chinese dance?" or "did u noe joakim got out for singapore idol?" (which i am very glad abt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its funny. cuz wen mom told me abt her fren asking her lecturer why her son doesnt talk to her anymore (i heard the son is in xinmin too. but dont get ideas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the lecturer said maybe its cuz she always asks the son abt school stuff, not stuff abt his life. so the son thinks shes only interested in his studies and acadamic progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wen i heard abt it, i thought this would never happen to me. i guess i spoke too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh wait. my dad jus asked how my day was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*gushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anyway. went for dnt in the morning. from 8 to 12. i was using this saw for metals to cut the rim of my stupid can. didnt think it was possible to clamp it on the vice, so i jus held it and started sawing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the dastard saw slipped and sliced right thru my left index finger. i stared at the translucent flesh under wad used to be skin til i sawed it right off. i continued staring for abt 2 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then i screamed and threw myself to the basin, trying to clean the fresh wound. im seriously truamatised. do u noe how its like to stare at a piece of your own flesh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thanks to wenqi! i appreciate ur band-aid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;funny enough i couldnt see any blood anywhere. not on the saw, in the sink wen i was washing my finger, not under the band-aid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gawd thinking back is horrible. the image of my flesh is still burned into my mind!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okok i'll stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then i went to jas' house, supposedly for maths tuition, but we fooled around a lot. zhi ting kept swinging on jas' swing and nearly falling off in the process. then it was my turn and zhi ting wanted to grab my ankles (unfortunately, my physical weak spot) and left me in hysterics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we mostly talked abt our lives so far and stuff. makes me miss the old days in pri sch. sounds old, i noe. but i really miss jas and bianca. not that i dnt hv great peeps in xinmin of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jas told me in pri 6 that she doesnt think our friendship will last, and bianca said it would. now its almost the opposite! hahaha. my friendship with jas is going on strong, same with bianca's. tho we dont talk much these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;at least i always noe they will always be there for me no matter wad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;whoa. this is one long post. forgive me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115711764038466053?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115711764038466053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115711764038466053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115711764038466053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115711764038466053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/09/15.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115656611157446106</id><published>2006-08-25T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:21:51.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doll or Human?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Doll or Human?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/dollface1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/dollface1.0.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/dollface2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/dollface2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/dollface3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/dollface3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/dollface4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/dollface4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/dollface5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/dollface5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Answer: Human =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115656611157446106?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115656611157446106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115656611157446106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115656611157446106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115656611157446106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/08/doll-or-human.html' title='Doll or Human?'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115604657762646043</id><published>2006-08-19T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:15:31.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for someone who woke up at 10 on a sunday morning, im pretty beat. i guess its cuz of yesterday's trip to batam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the batam trip was from 7.45 to abt 9 plus. but due to delays and customs procedures, my family and i reached home at 10.40. after a nice long bath, i waited fr my annoying hair to dry and then i ended sleeping at abt 12. blow drying is too tedious and messy. hair dryers arent really my thing. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ferry to batam centre was an...interesting experience. well no. actually, i didnt enjoy it at all. my family didnt manage to clinch and seats from the bottom decks so we were stuck with the highest one. it had no fan or air conditioning. just a small breeze from the outsides. we were seated in the middle of the highest deck so wadeva little wind we got is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be optimistic by saying, "well think of it this way. if the ferry sinks, we'll be the last to get it!" =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept on karyn who slept on jie. =). it was a funny sight, i can imagine. dad wanted to take pictures of us. but we were so tired! all of us slept late the previous night and had to wake up at 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wen we got off, we took a bus along with the rest of the tour group to this chinese temple. the tour guide, miss ratna, is pretty informative about the places we were gonna visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the temple was pretty nice. like all the temples i hv been too, this one also had this feeling of ethereal peace. it was pretty comforting i guess. there were humongous statues of gods. they were about... 5 times my height. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also this awesome miniature imitation of Emperor Cheng Ho's ship and crew. i heard something abt this Mr Cheng Ho guy from the tourguide on my malacca trip in pri 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, we went to this Polo shop. i noe i noe. wad the heck is the polo shop doing in our itinery??? pls,i hv no idea either. especially when there was also a polo shop in the batam centre, where we boarded the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so anyway. then we went to this local indonesian snack store. PRAWN CRACKERS!!!! they were so nice and fragrant!!! ok but the down side is, i turned around from where the shelf of prawn crackers were and i saw packets of black, dry seahorses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then we had lunch at this seafood restaurant. the food was pretty good! there was this dish of vegetables in sambal chilli. it wa hot, but worth it. then there were fried prawns. the prawns werent peeled so the shells made them extra spicy. then there was this shellfish dish. it was so...slimy. it was like a sotong in a shell. u had to use this toothpick to poke it and drag it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after lunch, we went to these two malls. we barely did anything. we just walked around and stuff. there were some shops selling dvds, traditional indonesian garbs and other clothes. but we didnt buy anything. we just sat at this cafe, kinda like batam's coffee bean, and ate ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the second mall was more fun. WE WENT BOWLING!!! i noe it seems weird to be bowling at that time. i was pretty shocked myself wen my parents suggested it. but u noe, for a kid who comes from two bowling experts, i suck. i kept guttering all my turns. ok no not all. but my sisters pretty much overtook me. ah well. it was fun tho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i found out that my parents used to bowl a lot! and i can see why. it was so much fun, no matter how much ur arm hurts or how many nails u break. (my sister broke her nail) so yeah. i was thinking of bowling during the september hols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the dinner we had was this huge buffet at a cantonese restaurant. it was so high class im telling u, it was more like a hotel. the food was great! there was this sharksfin soup. it was so nice, but i felt so cruel. but my sis found that there wasnt a trace of sharkfin in it, so i could drink it without any guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then i dunno wh decided to take this group photo. sure! a photo with a hundred plus people squeezed in it! no problem! i had to stand on a chair so it was ok, unlike the people who had to sit on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after that, it was basically back to singapore. thank gawd, cuz i was so beat. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok now abt today. im so dead. i havent done the 350 word essay im supposed to finish for english. i hv wad we call a writer's block. i hv no idea wad to write about!!! *sigh* i hv finished maths on fri, which is a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok i'll stop blabbering now. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115604657762646043?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115604657762646043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115604657762646043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115604657762646043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115604657762646043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-someone-who-woke-up-at-10-on.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115589685981261768</id><published>2006-08-18T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T03:27:39.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;whoooo! a change of blogskin. i think i change pretty often dont i? its funny cuz im usually very picky wen it comes to blogskins. i usually use one i like and then after weeks, i wanna change again. hopefully i can retain this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ANYWAY. i would like to thank jaslynn, clarice, simin and everybody who was concerned for me today. oh and michelle too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;u noe the physics test i mentioned? well...i almost failed. almost. im so disappointed...i guess its cuz i worked so hard. i worked the hardest i had ever worked before, even harder than i worked for PSLE. and i had better results for PSLE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i guess its cuz of the pressure i put on myself, and also the pressure i get from...people around me. dad told me not to fail. to most, this small request might seem easy. it should be. but its getting harder to fufill this small task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i got super depressed today. i thought i could never smile again. i mean truly smile. where im actually smiling for something that makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i guess it will take some time to get back on track, emotionally. but i will try, for the sake of jas clar and simin etc. thx guys. i really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OH! and a small tribute to ms tan, my physics teacher. she really made me feel better today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;another thing. im really proud of karyn! she scored so well im telling u! i feel bad abt bursting her lil bubble there. karyn, u rock. I WILL DEFEAT U SOMEDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115589685981261768?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115589685981261768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115589685981261768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115589685981261768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115589685981261768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/08/whoooo-change-of-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115554858045174242</id><published>2006-08-14T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T02:43:00.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;alright well today was a moderately sucky day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;had a maths test! i hv been working my brain cells out for this very test. its on my weakest topic, algebra. studying since last week. but i just cant seem to nail anything that has to do with math. science im ok i guess. eng ok too. same for history. ditto for chinese. but maths is the worst...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok i noe me getting depressed over something is getting old now. every time i dont do well on for a test, i turn to my blog. sad huh? oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i feel a tad better now i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this morning, the vice-principal gave us a fair warning to greet teachers properly and no slouch in class. funny thing is, he only bothered to say it wen he told us that there were teachers from other schools coming here today. hmm...riiiight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for assembly, the finger players came to perform a skit. something abt dreams flying. guess what? i've seen it b4. in my PRIMARY SCHOOL. aaaaHEM! i think u noe where im getting at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well tmrws lit test has been postponed, so now theres chinese and science to worry about now. yay... wish me luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115554858045174242?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115554858045174242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115554858045174242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115554858045174242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115554858045174242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/08/alright-well-today-was-moderately.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115470434498305821</id><published>2006-08-04T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T08:33:51.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;long time no blooog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lemme see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the drama festival thingy for my sch. there were two plays by our sch performed in the kallang theatre. seeing as the tickets were free, i went. heh. (being the total cheapo that i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so much fun getting there. ok no, not really. clarice, vanessa, karyn n i basically took a taxi there. we arrived ridiculously early. it was boring just waiting there. saw many ppl tho! all looked spiffy in their home clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ppl who i noe said they couldnt differentiate karyn n i in our home clothes. grrr...its pretty simple, seeing as she was wearing white and i, black. i was wearing dangling earring while she was wearing her hoops. she was wearing a bracelet when i was sick of too much bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE??? not that hard now, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/SP_A0132.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;karyn, me, clarice. in the taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/SP_A0132.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/SP_A0135.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/SP_A0135.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;vanessa, clarice, karyn. outside kallang theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/SP_A0139.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/SP_A0139.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;clarice and me. sleeping b4 the show started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/SP_A0140.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/SP_A0140.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;yilin and nasuha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/SP_A0142.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/SP_A0142.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;me and clarice. smiling like we nv smiled b4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;well thats all the photos i hv. if anyone has any complaints abt these photos, pls leave a note on my tagboard and i will remove the photo immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;too bad i didnt get a photo with simin n jas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;the first play was by eldds. it was...interesting. i didnt really get it, to be honest, but the acting was so nice! loved the lighting too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;now the second play was in chinese. some parts were majorly chinese-opera-ish. the actors sang long winded dialogue, which took up minutes, wen it wld hv been faster if they jus SAID it. but i liked the accents. it was a chinese kind of accent where u curl the tongue like hell wen u speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;wen the play ended, my dad was waiting downstairs to fetch karyn n me. wen i saw him there, i was so glad. *sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;my mom was at home studying for the test which took place today. SHE DID WONDERFULLY! so proud of my mom! go mommy! go mommy! heh ok i'll stop.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115470434498305821?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115470434498305821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115470434498305821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115470434498305821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115470434498305821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-time-no-blooog-ok-lemme-see.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115373831875403282</id><published>2006-07-24T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T03:56:49.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok today was a rough day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;its so brutal, i cld barely carry myself through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok so maybe tts an exaggeration. but who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i got back my maths test results, and they suck. really bad. i feel so depressed now. wad happened to me since pri 6? i used to handle maths pretty well. and now look at me! i hv GOT to buck up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i need help!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and another reason why this day is so horrid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the new physics teacher decided to have a revision pop quiz! and it was right after abt half an hour of teaching the new chapter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;altho it was a pretty good pop quiz. really fulfilled its purpose, seeing as no one ever suspected this wld happen at all. unlike the history pop quiz which the teacher told us we wld have the day before, then didnt have it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i totally nailed the "wad is the unit measurement for force?" question. NEWTON!!! i love newtons! i rock all newtons! as i was actually saying those sentences out loud in my exhilaration, weiming and daniel went and burst my little bubble of happiness by saying," haiya! we oso noe!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;thx guys, i can totally see the support there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but during the chemistry test, daniel signalled to the pond and i saw a turtle climbing out of the pond! it was so cute! it managed to get out, but then it dived back in again. hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the reason why i didnt sound so excited wen u told me that time, clarice, was because i was too busy concentrating on my maths hw. y i was so interested in the turtle this time is cuz i was about done with my physics quiz. so there is no need for overthinking there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh and another thing. if anyone noes wad im good at, feel free to inform me. its for physics hw, for reasons i do not noe. thx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i jus recieved an email saying that there is another class gathering on nationaly day! no not the 106 class gathering. its the 6 faith gathering. from my old pri sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but i dunno. arent we singaporeans supposed to be at the parade cheering for all the freedom and history of singapore? or at least we shld slouch on the couch and watch the parade from the comfort of our home right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;*if ur reading Mrs Yeap, the reason for my shortforms and such are to save time. heh...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;*and there, karyn, i hv updated. happy now?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115373831875403282?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115373831875403282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115373831875403282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115373831875403282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115373831875403282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-today-was-rough-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115340062175567929</id><published>2006-07-20T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T06:03:43.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;whooo! finally managed to squeeze in time for a lil blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;nothing much has happened as yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;chinese dance is a killer, im telling ya. but there is good news! i totally improved on my side split! this dastard split has left my limbs loose and aching, but it was aaaallll worth it. now i hv mastered all the splits! well more or less anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yesterday, p6 students came to xinmin for DSA auditions for chinese dance. for those who dunno, DSA is Direct School Admission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;so anyway. I SAW 4 JUNIORS! as in. from my school. as in. my old school. as in CHIJ OLN. WHOOOOOOOO!!!! im proud to say they did VERY WELL. ok maybe this is based on propaganda (this wonderful term i learnt in history). they cld manage a left front split, barely a right front and side split.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;so glaaaad. they all recognised me! i think. i really hope they get in. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok so during dinner today, my thighs were still aching all over from over-splitting. but my adorable dog dug his front claws into them, a sure sign of interest in my food, and scratched like nobody's business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i dunno if its the weather or something, but my appetite has been totally failing me. i could barely finish both my lunch or my dinner today. and they were bak kut teh, so this is serious. btw, dearie clarice, bak kut teh is NOT bitter. its peppery and makes ur tongue tingle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well i gtg. so sleepy and still gotta help karyn with stuff. bye all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115340062175567929?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115340062175567929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115340062175567929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115340062175567929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115340062175567929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/07/whooo-finally-managed-to-squeeze-in.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115279746462111469</id><published>2006-07-13T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:33:30.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today was one heck of a tiring day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that mrs yeap noes our class blog. which is linked to the blogs of the ppl in 106. which includes me. so...ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during lit, the last period, mrs yeap reminded us that we had to finish the racial harmony costume thingy. so since i was in the group that was in charge of this, i had to do it too. we had a hard time finding a model. but in the end vanessa was chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a gd thing that:&lt;br /&gt;1) my sis has a sari&lt;br /&gt;2) my house is nearby&lt;br /&gt;3) my house has a clubhouse that can accomodate around 8 ppl at a table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the costume is made up of a cheong sam top, a malay skirt bottom and a sari wrapped around. which is good, since this required no needlework wadsoever! dont get me wrong, i like needlework. its nice, except wen, u noe, the needle pricks u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had to do this 100 word write-up about the costume we designed. since the gals are doing the designing, some boys had to do the writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karyn n i volunteered our clubhouse, of cuz, so we cld finish the project. the ppl who came were:&lt;br /&gt;1) me (isnt it obvious?)&lt;br /&gt;2) karyn (its also pretty obvious)&lt;br /&gt;3) jaslynn&lt;br /&gt;4) chloe&lt;br /&gt;5) simin&lt;br /&gt;6) clarice&lt;br /&gt;7) weiming&lt;br /&gt;8) daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted vanessa to come so we could yank the costume on her, but she couldnt make it cuz of some family stuff. actually, her aunt called karyn's hp to tell us, but we thot it was a prank call from vanessa and we fooled around. i feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to take a few photos of the group. but i only managed to get a few good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/SP_A0113.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/SP_A0113.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jaslynn. i took this wen she wasnt looking =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/SP_A0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/SP_A0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;simin. another victim of my silent shots. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/1600/SP_A0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7703/924/320/SP_A0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;weiming and daniel. they look weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well since vanessa couldnt make it n clarice refused to try on the costume, i had to try it so they cld see how it looked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;really. saris hv a secret ability to bring out the klutzyness in ppl! i stumbled countless times. whether its tripping on to the floor or slamming into tables for support, i've done it all... while the rest stood by n watched me wobble back up into position. laughing. but ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;greeeaaaat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well ok i guess that was pretty much it...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodeloo all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*by the way, if u are reading mrs yeap, i swear we were totally focused on out work.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115279746462111469?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115279746462111469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115279746462111469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115279746462111469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115279746462111469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-one-heck-of-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115240936501469237</id><published>2006-07-08T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T18:47:46.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ok im gonna blog abt wad happened yesterday cuz i didnt hv time to wen i knocked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;my sisters n i went to the library opposite causeway point. for a huge library, the books they hv that are suitable for young teens are pathetically limited. wads more, the tiny section is located at the top level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;so while my sisters n i were on our way to the top, we had to go up a series of elevators. the one going up was on the right while the one going down was on the left on each level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;jie, karyn n i were too busy singing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ur tall or small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i like u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ur fat or thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i like u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ur rich or poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i like u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i like u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I LIKE U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(this weird thing jie showed me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;karyn was so absorbed in laughing that she barrelled up the elevator going down. and jie barrelled up with her. while i smartly stepped onto the elevator going up going,"byyyeee!" im telling u, i was guffawing the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ok so karyn made a mistake the first time and so did jie, by following karyn. but karyn made the same mistake TWICE on the next flight of elevators. jie was clever this time. this doubled our guffawings, no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;this shows that there can be a saying "great goons think alike". =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(referring to jie n karyn of cuz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115240936501469237?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115240936501469237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115240936501469237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115240936501469237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115240936501469237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-im-gonna-blog-abt-wad-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115232307028267998</id><published>2006-07-07T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:44:30.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well for the speak easy thing, my group has pretty much settled wad we wanna do. not like anyone helped me settle it or anything. even after i asked for help. n some ppl so ignorantly fooled around, oblivious to my stressful plight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;im really disappointed u noe. in my grp members. just because im supposed to head this thing, doesnt mean they cant help. life is easy for non-forced-to-be-leaders. all they hv to do is sit back, relax and wait for things to be settled for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;this has happened to me too many times. im quite sick of it. im sick of being in groups where i hv to do everything. and the rest just follow or copy. thats just wack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115232307028267998?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115232307028267998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115232307028267998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115232307028267998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115232307028267998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-for-speak-easy-thing-my-group-has.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115227510793131267</id><published>2006-07-07T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T05:25:07.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;(1) How to Keep a Woman Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's not difficult....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;All you have to do is to be: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. A friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. A companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. A lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. A brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. A father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. A master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. A chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. An electrician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. A carpenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. A plumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. A mechanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. A decorator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. A stylist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;16. A psychologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;17. A pest exterminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;18. A psychiatrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;19. A healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;20. A good listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;21. An organizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;22. A good father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;23. Very clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;24. Sympathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;25. Athletic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;26. Warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;27. Attentive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;28. Gallant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;29. Intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;30. Funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;31. Creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;32. Tender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;33. Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;34. Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;35. Tolerant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;36. Prudent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;37. Ambitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;38. Capable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;39. Courageous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;40. Determined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;41. True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;42. Dependable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;43. Passionate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;44. Give her compliments regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;45. Love shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;46. Be honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;47. Be very rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;48. Not stress her out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;49. Not look at other girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;50. Give her lots of attention,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;51. Give her lots of time, especially time for herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;52. Give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;IT IS VERY IMPORTANT THAT YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;53. Never forget:birthdays, anniversaries, arrangements she makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(2) HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY!!!:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Leave him in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Cook him delicious food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Let him have the remote control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Just a little e-mail i came across. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115227510793131267?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115227510793131267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115227510793131267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115227510793131267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115227510793131267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/07/1-how-to-keep-woman-happy-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115217963342634647</id><published>2006-07-06T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T02:56:10.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can you guess which of the following are true and which are false?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Alfred Hitchcock didn't have a belly button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A pack-a-day smoker will lose approximately 2 teeth every 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People do not get sick from cold weather; it's from being indoors a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you sneeze, all bodily functions stop, even your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Only 7 per cent of the population are lefties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Forty people are sent to the hospital for dog bites every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Babies are born without kneecaps. They don't appear until they are 2-6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The average person over 50 will have spent 5 years waiting in lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The toothbrush was invented in 1498.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The average housefly lives for one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 40,000 Americans are injured by toilets each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A coat hanger is 44 inches long when straightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The average computer user blinks 7 times a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your feet are bigger in the afternoon than any other time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Most of us have eaten a spider in our sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The REAL reason ostriches stick their head in the sand is to search for water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The only two animals that can see behind themselves without turning their heads are the rabbit and the parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. John Travolta turned down the starring roles in "An Officer and a Gentleman" and "Tootsie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Michael Jackson owns the rights to the South Carolina State anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. In most television commercials advertising milk, a mixture of white paint and a little thinner is used in place of the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Prince Charles and Prince William NEVER travel on the same airplane, just in case there is a crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The first Harley Davidson motorcycle built in 1903 used a tomato can for a carburetor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Most hospitals make money by selling the umbilical cords cut from women who give birth. They are used in vein transplant surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Humphrey Bogart was related to Princess Diana. They were 7th cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If coloring weren't added to Coca-Cola, it would be green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it figured out?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all true....Now go back and think about #16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115217963342634647?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115217963342634647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115217963342634647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115217963342634647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115217963342634647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/07/can-you-guess-which-of-following-are.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115209977049691647</id><published>2006-07-05T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T05:06:50.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok i have a problem. not a very big one, but its a problem nonetheless. im the eng rep of my class, along with karyn, and we're supposed to head this lil thingy for this public performance. speak english campaigne of some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dont noe wad my group is gonna do. and they are all relying on me not to chuck their faces or huge egos down the rubbish chute. my "groupmates" are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) Clarice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) Nasuha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3) Jun Hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4)Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5)Weiming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've got a few options for us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) Reading a story (with a moral in it blah blah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) Reading a poem (roses are red, violets are blue...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3) Acting out a play (oh romeo, romeo, wherefore art thou romeo...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we dont hv many choices here. i wish my teammates could be more supportive. and not so... "aaahhh wadeva laaahhh". like wad happened today. i guess i dont really work well under pressure. i mean...after the way they "saboh-ed" me and karyn, u'd think they will help a lil more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i need suggestions from ppl who actually care please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115209977049691647?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115209977049691647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115209977049691647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115209977049691647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115209977049691647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-i-have-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115193189830626452</id><published>2006-07-03T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T06:04:58.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok im blogging now. due to a special request from several people who hv noticed the lack of updated posts in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok from tomorrow onwards, i shall look out for ppl from the general office knocking on my classroom door going, "Can I speak to Karyn and Kelly Ho please?" reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;HAVE YOU READ THE NEWSPAPER???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;on saturday's paper was an article about the dunno science wadeva of wadeva (not important here) requesting for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWINS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to step up so they can do research (now THIS is the juicy bit). altho they hv no right to go proding about in the records of births in singapore, they ARE allowed to call schools all over singapore to speak to the twins and their parents about this. i feel invaded already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;my mom kept freaking me out by saying they will probably take out some of our blood or stick wires into us or something. and in case u havent noticed, im kinda afraid of needles. ever since my experience with a bee wen i was nine, i prefer to stay as far away from needles as i possibly can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;waddya expect? i was NINE. i was totally convinced i was gonna die. the fear never perished since. ok then in p6, everybody had to get this injection thingy right? well wen i got mine, the mean nurse drove the needle into me, inserted the liquid and TWISTED the needle right back out. UH HUH. thats right u heard me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWISTED.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok there IS an upside. we get tickets to Pirates of the Carribean 2. but its on a wed. on weds, i hv chi dance. so in the end, if i volunteer for this research thing, i only get free tickets to a show i cant even watch. hmmm...wonder wad i shld do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115193189830626452?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115193189830626452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115193189830626452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115193189830626452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115193189830626452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-im-blogging-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410502.post-115051848195157976</id><published>2006-06-16T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:58:32.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bernie's Bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i guess it must be weird for someone to blog about something that happened two days ago. but im doing it nevertheless. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thurs was bernie's bdae gathering. actually her bdae was on friday. but thats beside the point. anyway. wen i reached her hse, i found that jas n bernies bro benedict were having a serious pillow fight. i thot it was fun to watch them tussle. that was until benny started to attack karyn n me instead. he said he wanted to attack kelly (me) but he didnt noe who was who so he attacked both of us instead. wen i said i was karyn, jas was all,"yeah right!" =.=;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ANYWAY. played maple on bernies com for a few mins. jas n benny kept criticising about how i play my character. yeesh. its just a game. anyway. then we dominated the sofa bed in bernie n bennys room. bernie jumped in between me n jas n benny jumped on bernie n jas pushed benny to me n i fell onto the floor on my rear. it hurt ok! but jas n bernie kept laughing! so evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the dinner bernies mom cooked was great! the wanton n the fish were delicious, but the chicken wrapped in bacon was the bomb. the prob was, karyn jas n amanda kept stealing rice from my plate. ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think that was pretty much it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410502-115051848195157976?l=lyricstomysong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/feeds/115051848195157976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410502&amp;postID=115051848195157976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115051848195157976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410502/posts/default/115051848195157976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricstomysong.blogspot.com/2006/06/bernies-bdae.html' title='Bernie&apos;s Bdae'/><author><name>kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14592369488883761753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
