<?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-7075390</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:13:46.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>287</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112503700237031532</id><published>2005-08-26T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:16:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid.</title><content type='html'>I'm suppose to feel sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;The Panadol is not taking any effect.&lt;br /&gt;I shall post some stuff up here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/HerbieFullyLoaded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/HerbieFullyLoaded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/herbie/"&gt;Herbie Fully Loaded!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an exact same Volkswagen bug in Spore, just that the number was 8 instead of 53.&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;This movie is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Lohan is hawttt.&lt;br /&gt;The sountrack First is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyrecords/soundtracks/herbie/"&gt;Watch it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/thePerfectManPoster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/thePerfectManPoster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theperfectmanmovie.com/index.php"&gt;The Perfect Man.&lt;/a&gt;Starring Hilary Duff,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know this movie existed?&lt;br /&gt;It was released ytd.&lt;br /&gt;The storyline seems to be quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Time to get off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112503700237031532?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112503700237031532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112503700237031532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112503700237031532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112503700237031532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupid.html' title='Stupid.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112395435921836820</id><published>2005-08-14T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T01:51:39.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELINK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://365-days.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;u&gt;RELINK RELINK!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved.&lt;br /&gt;Hate this url.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112395435921836820?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112395435921836820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112395435921836820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112395435921836820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112395435921836820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/08/relink.html' title='RELINK.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112386823895284349</id><published>2005-08-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T01:37:19.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Laoshi forced us to finish 3 exercises of our Chinese workbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She should know how much we &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Chinese eh. Hur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tried to finish it in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sat outside class to finish it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chatted with Paddy for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EdnaMode came into class nagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She really hates us. Sadd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was falling asleep during English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had ta practise reading some passages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amandal was so expressive la. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm starting to hate PE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recess then Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally Im starting to cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Boring Chinese next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IT IT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can't stand IT anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EdnaMode continued nagging when she came up during PC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She is not allowing us to leave anything under our tables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So we are going to have big bags everyday. Yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to Heartland for lunch with Amandal and Veron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;KFC, all thanks to their ads in newspapers. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gossiped. Walked around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bought some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Homee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have been doing my papercut the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have neck and backache now. Oww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Concentrated so much on it that I had a slight headache later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis had some sch excursion today&lt;br /&gt;They went to the carnival at MarinaSouth?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere at Marina la.&lt;br /&gt;And she brought back loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;According to her, it was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta call Dory in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com still has the damn virus.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got you on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And its time to make you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(What I want)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I’ll just make this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little more obvious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I get what I want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I want you to get with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You wanna get with me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112386823895284349?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112386823895284349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112386823895284349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112386823895284349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112386823895284349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/08/lalala.html' title='LALALA.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112368061473120703</id><published>2005-08-10T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T01:39:43.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATEVER.</title><content type='html'>Home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Have been on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speak to me, tell me something so typical, a lullaby or something miserable. ; SUANN LOVES ME , THIS I KNOW. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECLARE TO THE WHOLE WORLD YOU LOVE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am declaring to the world now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE DORALYNN TAN QIAN WEN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeahyeah. WHATEVER. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Die die die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112368061473120703?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112368061473120703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112368061473120703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112368061473120703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112368061473120703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/08/whatever.html' title='WHATEVER.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112358646546265329</id><published>2005-08-09T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T20:01:02.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM SAD.</title><content type='html'>40% of petrol at all petrol stations?&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit la.&lt;br /&gt;It was a rumour.&lt;br /&gt;Parents heard about it and got all excited.&lt;br /&gt;Tskkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com's infected with a bloody virus.&lt;br /&gt;I have given up trying to get it deleted or quarantined.&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will disappear? No it won't.&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I was looking through the photos on my com and found some silly pics.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to upload them here. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/310105%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/310105%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dionne trying to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/Extra%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/Extra%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candice was trying to act serious but failed to do so. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/090405%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/090405%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, I see money dropping from the sky. [Lol.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/160605%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/160605%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/HoldingSchCalendarPic%201442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/HoldingSchCalendarPic%201442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were trying to do those primary sch kids poses. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stare hard at what Amandal is doing with her pocky stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the phone with Amandal now. And as usual, my Sis is disturbing us. Just a minute ago, she was screaming on the phone with Amandal. Now she is blowing air into the phone and pressing the numbers. Now I'm sure Amandal knows why I'm always screaming at the top of my voice at home. Hahaha. She is so bloody irritating! I'm laughing my head off while listening to their Indian accent conversation now. Omg. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you did, once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;But no, you didn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112358646546265329?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112358646546265329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112358646546265329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112358646546265329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112358646546265329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-sad.html' title='IM SAD.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112352136983161250</id><published>2005-08-08T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T03:21:24.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATIONAL DAY CELEBRATIONS.</title><content type='html'>Raining in the morning. Watched the marching from a classroom. It was more fun last year. The atmosphere was there and everything. We didn't play the sadistic game we played last year. The weather was just too cooling la. We should play it next year! (: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour Awards Ceremony. Candice was standing next to me on stage. I could feel her trembling and her goosepimples. I almost burst out laughing but had to control it, of course. We ended up sitting in the corner of the hall, couldn't see Amandal playing the cymbals &lt;em&gt;jidong&lt;/em&gt;-ly during the Guzheng performance. ): Watched the dances. National day songs - So exciting la. We were all so enthusiastic. Singing at the top of our voices, waving our flags from left to right, swaying with the songs. Reminds me of last year. Hurhur. For once, I saw Bird singing happily. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Charlotte Veronica Ren Dionne in the canteen after the whole thing. Everybody pissed everyone off. Waited for Amandal then Val joined us. Headed to J8. Wanted to catch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory but decided to leave that pathetic place after looking at the crowds. Oh, how much I hate big crowds. Met Zhilei there! :D Aha. Charlotte Veronica and Val wenta Orchard. The rest of us decided to go to Dionne's hse. Mrted there. Walked around HDB Hub. Bought my lunch. Then to her hse. Gossiped while Ren tried to find some pictures to mask her hp with. In the end, she settled for Jillian's blog's swirls. Hah, my design. (: Lol. Dionne took my bird bookmark which was from Amandal. Wth. She &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; takes my things. -Rolls eyes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to HDB Hub. Walked ard. Got two pairs of studs and &lt;strong&gt;The Faders&lt;/strong&gt; CD! Whoohoo. I like them so just Shhh. Hahaha. I realised that the support the Make Poverty History Org. Cool. Bought some peeps' presents and a couple of things. Met Mom. She dropped Amandal Sis and I at Godma's hse for spaghetti. (: She left for some grocery shopping. Crapped and did lots of nonsense. Amandal left. Anw Godpa passed me the game called &lt;strong&gt;Moorhuhn&lt;/strong&gt;! Finally! Its a game where you haveta shoot all the turkeys. So cute. Lol. Here are two pics for you to picture how retarded they look when they fly around. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/huehnerwelt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/huehnerwelt.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/3d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cute right? Agree? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My legs are aching and I'm feeling soo tired. Its 0108AM btw. Oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!&lt;/strong&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to BeeFriend earlier on. I shall do up her messed-up blogskin and off to bed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sleep tonight,&lt;br /&gt;You won't get no sleep tonight! ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112352136983161250?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112352136983161250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112352136983161250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112352136983161250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112352136983161250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-celebrations.html' title='NATIONAL DAY CELEBRATIONS.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112335146527075888</id><published>2005-08-07T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T02:04:26.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FADERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thefaders.co.uk/site.php"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/The%20Faders%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Faders!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them okay.&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;GIRL&lt;/strong&gt; ROCK BAND!&lt;br /&gt;I'm being a feminist here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished doing Jillian's blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Its all purple. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird is still as irritating as ever. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Im seriously &lt;strong&gt;prefectly fine&lt;/strong&gt;! (: Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a random post. Uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;Better get going off to dreamland now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight World! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112335146527075888?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112335146527075888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112335146527075888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112335146527075888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112335146527075888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/08/faders.html' title='THE FADERS'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112332670471715200</id><published>2005-08-06T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T02:07:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUCK.</title><content type='html'>The previous post is not typed by me.&lt;br /&gt;It was Valerie herself okay.&lt;br /&gt;Tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;So boring laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Did some Maths.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping again.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dory was exploding on the phone today.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Actually its the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;We just can't stand some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume, or you'll make an &lt;strong&gt;Ass&lt;/strong&gt; out of &lt;strong&gt;U &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112332670471715200?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112332670471715200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112332670471715200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112332670471715200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112332670471715200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/08/yuck.html' title='YUCK.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112325066002886597</id><published>2005-08-05T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:04:20.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALERIE ROCKS MY WORLD</title><content type='html'>HEY PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;I JUST REALISED SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;I THINK VALERIE IS SUPER SWEET&lt;br /&gt;AND LAST OF ALL, &lt;br /&gt;I THINK SHE ROCKS MY WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112325066002886597?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112325066002886597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112325066002886597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112325066002886597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112325066002886597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/08/valerie-rocks-my-world.html' title='VALERIE ROCKS MY WORLD'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112324291317644595</id><published>2005-08-05T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:24:30.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICKENING ASSHOLE</title><content type='html'>The last day of the week is finally here again.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep oh sleep. I'm getting more tired every week. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get a fever soon. Sis must have passed it to me. Tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played some solving mystery kinda game during English.&lt;br /&gt;Our grps won both of the games! Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We rock la. &lt;/strong&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Grp members agree? (: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE. We did some warming up.&lt;br /&gt;We had to follow wherever our partners went.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte was my partner. And she made me run everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;And when Tini blew the whistle she still didn't want to stop. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Had a Netball match later.&lt;br /&gt;The we played Monkey among ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Dory was the Monkey. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;She fits to be one anw. (x Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally settled the design for my papercut. Dionne, which was sitting on my right was being irritating. We started smacking one another. Super childish okay. Annoying like my Sis! Argh. She asked me to punch her, so I did. =x Hahaha. Hit her cheekbones. Oops. Val, who was sitting on my left was another irritating one. She kept giving me that middle finger, so I tried to bite it. And MrsOng told me twice to stop playing. How embarrassing. 'Tatoo-ed' her palm and she loves it. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring Chinese then IT. Quek didnt come today. Nicole, Dory Bird, Vanessa and I kinda skipped it. We were allowed to do anything anw. Bird and me decided to find a box. We went to the canteen then to the bookshop. Got our boxes and when we were walking out, we saw Gan. Hahaha. She stood outside the bookshop and stared at us. I panicked causing Bird to panic too. =x Tried to pretend that we were buying something. The auntie had no idea what was going on. Decided to just get back to class eventhough she was on the 4th floor looking down.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious man. Hahaha. Thinking about it still makes me laugh. LOL. Stayed in class to go through some Math questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val's U2 iPod Photo is sexeh. Niceee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EdnaMode came into class exploding. Class came up late for Math test. Paper was quite okay. Not bad actually. Thank goodness I rushed through it if not I wouldn't be able to finish it up on time. Got so distracted with Amandal's continuous slamming of her correction tape and the announcements. Dory was so upset over something. Hurhur. Edna made us stay back to clean up our classroom. I have no idea why we must bring back our stuff when we are using our own classroom to watch the parade. We still have to bring them back on Thurs. Charlotte would say 'Our school is just out to torture us.' Lol. Walked out with Val and Veron. Dropped them at their bus-stops.&lt;br /&gt;Homee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napped for less than an hour thanks to Valerie the&lt;em&gt; GREAT&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She wenta call me just to ask about some &lt;strong&gt;NON&lt;/strong&gt; impt stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get back to sleep later. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is getting on my nerves again. -sings. You can never guess who she is. All the sweet callings. Ewww. Like, crush, love - go ahead. Don't haveta act. Its sickening and of course, irritating. You can have her for all you want. YUCK. Pukes. You make me sick - you&lt;strong&gt; and&lt;/strong&gt; you. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about something else - The End of the World.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charlotte stop cheering. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diseases, disasters etc.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking like that.&lt;br /&gt;I never really bothered about it but I do now?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I should write notes for everyone around to thank them.&lt;br /&gt;So pls don't be shocked if you do receive one. (:&lt;br /&gt;We do not know what will happen tomorrow, so we should live everyday like its our last. (:&lt;br /&gt;Take care World! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112324291317644595?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112324291317644595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112324291317644595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112324291317644595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112324291317644595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/08/sickening-asshole.html' title='SICKENING ASSHOLE'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112306682079619818</id><published>2005-08-03T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:00:20.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.</title><content type='html'>Normal day at school.&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstanding? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Zalena wasnt in school today?&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of the time outside the toilet with Amandal.&lt;br /&gt;We talked to Paddy for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. Splashing water is not fun okay. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Amandal got crazy and started trying to give the murderer face to some person. Had to pull her back to class. Tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math.&lt;br /&gt;Day passed quite fast and it was fun anw.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Jillian outside her class.&lt;br /&gt;Had a quick lunch.&lt;br /&gt;We were late for the Colour Awards rehearsal. =x&lt;br /&gt;Laughed here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Gossiped with Jan.&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal ended.&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking thinking...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that will never happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sad sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurhur.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112306682079619818?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112306682079619818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112306682079619818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112306682079619818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112306682079619818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112281668544767883</id><published>2005-07-31T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:09:24.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID GEOG REFLECTIONS.</title><content type='html'>A new week of school again.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it won't be another disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But it looks like it will be.&lt;br /&gt;I still have undone homework.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Better get outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That horrible 800 Geog reflections made me sleep at 5AM today.&lt;br /&gt;Then waking up at 12, redoing the whole thing for another 3 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, I still prefer Geog than Lit. (: Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got bruises on my heart and sometimes I get dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112281668544767883?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112281668544767883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112281668544767883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112281668544767883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112281668544767883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/stupid-geog-reflections.html' title='STUPID GEOG REFLECTIONS.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112275042325585711</id><published>2005-07-30T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:40:08.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHERYL TING AH!</title><content type='html'>Pulled myself out of bed at 0730 to make my way to Dionne's hse.&lt;br /&gt;Dad fetched.&lt;br /&gt;Reached there at 0805.&lt;br /&gt;She just woke up la. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne made me cup of Milo which was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt finish it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to her room.&lt;br /&gt;We visited some blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Then Charlotte came.&lt;br /&gt;Asked us to watch this super sadistic and gothic cartoon movie.&lt;br /&gt;Its so freaky okay.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH. -Screams. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Later Veronica &amp;amp; Renaa arrived at 1030.&lt;br /&gt;When we were suppose to meet at 9. Tskk.&lt;br /&gt;Started doing some research.&lt;br /&gt;Took pics for the project.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wear Dionne's size 34 uniform for goodness sake. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I wore that size last year la.&lt;br /&gt;Was made to wear to pose for the pictures. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at the coffee shop opposite Dionne's hse.&lt;br /&gt;Dionne wanted to slap me so we ended up whacking one another in public.&lt;br /&gt;Wanton mee. (:&lt;br /&gt;Bought nuggets and fries to fill the rest of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Back to her hse.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to finish the project but we didnt anw.&lt;br /&gt;Left at 3+.&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my nap from 6-9.&lt;br /&gt;My first nap of the week! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to wake up at 7 but I was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im here trying to finish up my individual reflection for Geog.&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;800&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; words reflection.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me whether Ting is crazy a not la.&lt;br /&gt;So far I have only &lt;strong&gt;300&lt;/strong&gt; words.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;The time now is 0304AM.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Green With Envy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112275042325585711?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112275042325585711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112275042325585711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112275042325585711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112275042325585711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/sheryl-ting-ah.html' title='SHERYL TING AH!'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112265348032633849</id><published>2005-07-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:39:56.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;Another disgusting week of school is over!&lt;br /&gt;There are about two more mths to EOYs. Which is equals to 9-10 weeks. Which is 63-70 days. Time flies. So soon we will see ourselves sitting for it. Hah. I'm trying to scare myself and everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been super duper slack recently.&lt;br /&gt;I have not bothered to revise, or even study for today's Chinese test properly.&lt;br /&gt;Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Summary test.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good ten minutes nap.&lt;br /&gt;Amandal is very disgusted over my drool. =x Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Btw I drooled on my paper. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Dory had a bad stomache.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte stayed with her at the SickBay for Art and they all skipped IT.&lt;br /&gt;IT was horrible anw.&lt;br /&gt;We happened to drop by Quek's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;PC.&lt;br /&gt;And Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionne is one psychotic freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She was being irritating after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making everybody jumping and screaming at her.&lt;br /&gt;Actually more like Veron Ren &amp;amp; me plus some parts of the class.&lt;br /&gt;Anw I have been playing MinesweeperFlags with her, again.&lt;br /&gt;Her com had some probs so we decided to just talk.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;LETS BE GOSSIPING QUEENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionne:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ya i m the king ur the queeb'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OH SHUTUP&lt;br /&gt;THAT STUPID THING IS SO IRRITATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionne:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ni mai wo mai i buy everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionne:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the king ur the queen&lt;br /&gt;shop shop shop ge bu ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;can you talk abt something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionne:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so pretty'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Dionne like that?&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be at her hse at 8 tmr.&lt;br /&gt;So I will be with her for one hour, alone, till the rest arrives at 9 for the Geog project.&lt;br /&gt;She will be going to torture me.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Someone save me! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lacking of enough sleep. Tsktsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112265348032633849?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112265348032633849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112265348032633849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112265348032633849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112265348032633849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112255236789254923</id><published>2005-07-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:06:07.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODY HELL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bitches? Fuckers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that how you scold ppl?&lt;br /&gt;How insulting and hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that I have never been a good friend, take a good look at what I have done for you since the starting of this year. Badmouthing you? Righttt. She was just trying to get stuff off from her back. I'm just listening to her. Seen my true colours? So trying to say I'm one bloody backstabber/betrayer? Whatever you wanna call me. I thot friendship problems with you have settled down and now you are pulling everything back again, just over something you won't sure of. Materialistic, it was just a comment. You may be cursing me now. Asking me to go to hell and &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt; off. Calling me bitch/slut/&lt;em&gt;dumbfuck&lt;/em&gt;/&lt;em&gt;fucker&lt;/em&gt;. Go ahead. I'm able to withstand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursing and swearing? We do not swear. We don't go round saying that F word. You are being damn bloody insulting. Firstly by calling me your &lt;strong&gt;ex-bestfriend&lt;/strong&gt;, then saying I'm jealous. Jealous my foot. How many million zillion gazillion times must I tell you it is&lt;strong&gt; N-O&lt;/strong&gt; NO! I hate who I wanna hate. If you think there is a problem, go look for &lt;strong&gt;Jillian Goh&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Lau Yu Ting&lt;/strong&gt;. Go ahead. Cmon. Go and fight with them. They are all prepared already. If you want to know more ppl, I can give you the list any time. Those two are worst than the both of us. So now you know. Want to pull them into this situation too? Sure. They are willing to be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always enjoyed your company since forever. No matter how much you insulted me, you got angry with me. I still put them away. Only the previous one which affected the whole thing. But to tell you the fact, I still enjoyed your company. And there you are insulting me - &lt;strong&gt;on a public blog&lt;/strong&gt;. Its &lt;strong&gt;very very&lt;/strong&gt; hurtful. To think you still wanted to get the fight started again. Why? Why? What is the main reason? Becos I badmouthed you. Get it right. We were not. You may not believe or listen, but what can I do anymore? Its just you to decide. Yeah, I know. You want me to get lost. I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; at the end of the year. If you can't take it, you can always change your school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't pull me into the situation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112255236789254923?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112255236789254923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112255236789254923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112255236789254923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112255236789254923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/bloody-hell.html' title='BLOODY HELL.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112229279843439248</id><published>2005-07-25T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:02:57.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite a good day la huh.</title><content type='html'>Assembly was so crappy cos we were late and sat right behind. So we chitchatted. Plus with LauYuting in front of us what more can we expect? She starts screaming for no reason. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons sucked. Physics Recess Chinese History Lit &amp;amp; Geog. All the Humanities in a day? How boring. Had History in the com lab. Hilarious man. Dionne and Renee were fighting over a computer? Can you imagine prefects fighting? And they want to be some head in some stuff and they are behaving like primary sch kids la. Dionne was being damn irritating. She took away my History books w/o me realising it. And she kept pressing the WakeUp button on the keyboard so my computer would be switched on. Drove me nuts okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sch went for lunch. There was this stinking bee that wouldnt stop irritating us. Had to change tables. Staring, staring again. Have a problem? Stop it man. Then we had photo taking and training. Jillian was sick so gave training a miss. Kimpy just wouldnt stop talking today. Was daydreaming most of the time. :/ Quite a boring one. Matches for the next training. (: Whoohoo. Lol. So walked out with Yuting. Talked to Ren awhile. I seriously think Im becoming more and more evil nowadays. &lt;em&gt;EVIL - Every Villian Is Lemon&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha. Hey Ren, &lt;strong&gt;a professional killer&lt;/strong&gt;! Lol. I shall stop it and learn to be good. Yes, good. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrine May's album is nice nice nice! (: Go get it. &lt;strong&gt;Safe In A Crazy World&lt;/strong&gt;. Soothing tunes. Great tracks. Not for those that are into Rock of course. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112229279843439248?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112229279843439248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112229279843439248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112229279843439248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112229279843439248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/quite-good-day-la-huh.html' title='Quite a good day la huh.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112205347822760408</id><published>2005-07-22T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:25:44.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH. FINALLY ITS FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>Finally its Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to sch and finished up that freaking Chinese Newspaper Scrapbook. How dumb. Ren and Dionne put in alot of effort. Theirs were really good. They are hoping to win anw. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese in computer lab. Super crappy. I was working with my suckerpartner, Veronica. Our com crashed becos I kept switching the com off and on. =x So we changed com. We were suppose to play this cd, but we kinda end up doing nothing. Recorded our own voices on the game itself. And was trying to switch on the volume which we didnt manage to. Kept pressing one button. It makes the whole screen shake. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to do well for History test. I studied for half and hour only the night before until 0230 and fell asleep. I dont even think I'll do well for all the tests I took this week. Have been sleep deprived the entire week. Tired till I can sleep no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was photo-taking. Waited for MsWong and laoshi to come. I think the photo will turn out quite okay. Though we didnt manage to get to sit infront as a group cos the photographer only allowed 6 but there was the 12 of us. But anw we stood together. (: Our last proper class photo together. Thinking about that I feel like crying. We share so many memories together. Ahh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was hilarious. Hahaha. Some tongue twisters. Debbie and Ren are damn good. MrsTan claims our class are filled with weirdos. I totally agree with that. Its the fact! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring Math lessons. Mensuration. Val and Amandal were playing with pads. Laughing and making so much noise. Disgusting freaks la. Tsk. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked out with SuckerPartner. Home.&lt;br /&gt;Napped for 4 hours. Haha. The sleep I needed so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to do Geog research just now at 9 but I ended up playing MinesweeperFlags with Dionne and her brother. Then Dory. Overall I beat all of them. Hurhurhur. Anyone wanna challenge me? (x Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 0129 now. Everybody is asleep in my hse. On my messenger, only Val is online. How boring. Planning to change blogskin or blog url. Maybe I will later. Shall go do my Geog research now. Tata. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This place is so empty&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are so tempting&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it got so bad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's so crazy that nothing can save me&lt;br /&gt;But it's the &lt;strong&gt;only thing&lt;/strong&gt; that I have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112205347822760408?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112205347822760408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112205347822760408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112205347822760408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112205347822760408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahh-finally-its-friday.html' title='AHH. FINALLY ITS FRIDAY!'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112169351147730088</id><published>2005-07-18T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:31:51.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICS FROM RHD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/180705%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/180705%20084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE BIG GROUP. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/180705%20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/180705%20094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us with EdnaMode. I like this pic. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/180705%20105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/180705%20105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love squeezing Dionne's cheeks. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/180705%20100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/180705%20100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bird Charlotte &amp; Renaa. So retarded la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/180705%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/180705%20111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bee friend. (: Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more pics in the album if you guys want to see them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112169351147730088?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112169351147730088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112169351147730088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112169351147730088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112169351147730088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/pics-from-rhd.html' title='PICS FROM RHD.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112169249787682084</id><published>2005-07-18T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:34:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RHD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Racial Harmony Celebration. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received 3 smses in the morning from Dionne, Renee and Charlotte asking whether today was RHD. They are just to excited la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw reached school and we started taking lotsa pics. Uploaded the album alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly. MissRacialHarmony contest. We sent Debbie to represent our class. And I think she looks really good okay. Haha. Amandal got high and started screaming non-stop, laughing so loudly for no reason. Its so embarrassing okay. Everybody sitting in front of us kept turning back to look at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London claims he is the emperor? He looked damn odd in his costume. Dionne was so happy that she managed to take a pic with him. Hurhur. Whatever okay. Geog test was postponed. Our project is due on the 1stAug. How stressful. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EdnaMode took pics with us. Hahaha. Hilarious man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw time passed really fast. Had a great time. (: Met Paddy after sch. Passed her some stickers. (: Lunch was great I tell you. Just Jillian and me but it was fun. Hurhur. Stop staring suckers. Is there a problem? Hah. Yuting was being so loud again. Screaming from one end of the canteen to the other. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was fine. Kimpy's notes collections are interesting. And he said that he spent more than $100 000 on them. Maybe one day we should steal his bag or rob his house. Hahaha. Walked out with Yuting. Home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112169249787682084?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112169249787682084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112169249787682084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112169249787682084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112169249787682084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/rhd.html' title='RHD.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112160510493148482</id><published>2005-07-17T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T20:58:24.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNGRY.</title><content type='html'>Im currently very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Parents are suppose to come back with LJS for us.&lt;br /&gt;But they are taking too long.&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to fill my stomach with swts and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;How unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;Anw Im not suppose to be here.&lt;br /&gt;There is an argumentative essay and Chinese scrapbook due next week.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Geog test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val is wearing an orange punjabi and Dionne is wearing a purple one tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Such bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;Mentioning about Dionne, she continued irritating me after our chat online ytd.&lt;br /&gt;She sent me an sms filled with the word 'bat'.&lt;br /&gt;How annoying.&lt;br /&gt;And she wasnt suppose to irritate me for one week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112160510493148482?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112160510493148482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112160510493148482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112160510493148482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112160510493148482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/hungry.html' title='HUNGRY.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112152859202775985</id><published>2005-07-16T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:55:22.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIONNEY.</title><content type='html'>Was playing a few games of Checkers &amp;amp; Minesweeper with Dionne just now.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I can call her mudface and she cant irritate me for one week!&lt;br /&gt;We are gonna have more of these deal-games. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait. xP&lt;br /&gt;And she kept playing the Laugh wink.&lt;br /&gt;So irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Tskkk.&lt;br /&gt;Nudged one another non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Not very fun to chat with her sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Its just her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112152859202775985?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112152859202775985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112152859202775985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112152859202775985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112152859202775985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/dionney.html' title='DIONNEY.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112152573979304844</id><published>2005-07-16T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:55:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUIIII.</title><content type='html'>Didnt go for training today.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt feeling too good anw.&lt;br /&gt;Heard from Butty that only four went.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Record man. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things are due on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta rush up.&lt;br /&gt;Have been slacking the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those that have been worrying about me, Im okay now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RacialHarmony on Monday. Looking forward to it in a way. Get to see peeps in costumes. Hurhur. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shocking news.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112152573979304844?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112152573979304844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112152573979304844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112152573979304844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112152573979304844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/puiiii.html' title='PUIIII.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112134132033704632</id><published>2005-07-14T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:42:00.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BDAY ANNA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNA! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like blogging, so I shall not. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pls wake up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112134132033704632?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112134132033704632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112134132033704632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112134132033704632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112134132033704632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-bday-anna.html' title='HAPPY BDAY ANNA.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112125002709590860</id><published>2005-07-13T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:20:52.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Is Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The World Is Black by Good Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight&lt;br /&gt;You see the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;It's just a different day&lt;br /&gt;And no one really knows why this is happening&lt;br /&gt;But it's happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere you go it's just a different place&lt;br /&gt;You get the same dark feeling&lt;br /&gt;See the same sad faces&lt;br /&gt;No one really cares that this is happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come into this world&lt;br /&gt;We are all the same&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment there's no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the world is black&lt;br /&gt;And hearts are cold&lt;br /&gt;And there's no hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we're told&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Forever changed&lt;br /&gt;By the things we've seen (seen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in this place&lt;br /&gt;It's always been this way&lt;br /&gt;There's no one doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing changed&lt;br /&gt;And I can't live when this world&lt;br /&gt;Just keeps dying&lt;br /&gt;It's dying&lt;br /&gt;People always tell me, this is part of the plan&lt;br /&gt;That God's got everybody in his hands&lt;br /&gt;But I can only pray that God is listening&lt;br /&gt;Is he listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But living in this world&lt;br /&gt;Growing colder everyday&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stay perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but The world is black&lt;br /&gt;And hearts are cold&lt;br /&gt;And there's no hope&lt;br /&gt;That's what we're told&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Forever change&lt;br /&gt;By the things we've seen (seen, seen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come into this world&lt;br /&gt;And we are all the same&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment there's no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're living in this world&lt;br /&gt;Growing colder everyday&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stay perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is black&lt;br /&gt;And hearts are cold&lt;br /&gt;And there's no hope&lt;br /&gt;That's what we're told&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Forever change&lt;br /&gt;By the things we've seen (seen, seen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight&lt;br /&gt;You see the same damn thing it's just a different day&lt;br /&gt;And no one really knows why this is happening.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112125002709590860?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112125002709590860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112125002709590860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112125002709590860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112125002709590860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/world-is-black.html' title='The World Is Black'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112124485042495223</id><published>2005-07-13T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:58:57.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im bloody disappointed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valerie Sucks Day! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that the GC concert was great from Veronica and Val. Veronica just wouldnt stop calling me her suckypartner. Eh whatever okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne came to school today. (: And she is still sick. I can feel the germs in me. -Coughs. Hurhur. Lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. I carried 4 drinks by myself. Using a tray of course. When I reached our table. One milo toppled. And my whole wallet got soaked in it. Yeah great. Nobody helped me la. Tsk. Danica helped me wash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Oral. I was freaking scared la. Knees started going numb. My voice was trembling the whole time. I passed anw. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new IT teacher is MrQuek? Yeah. Hahaha. Bloody funny okay. Cos Dionne started drawing him. After we deleted it, he asked us why were we laughing so much and thot we were drawing him, which we did. Lol. Bird was being dirty again. Our teacher is a male la. Bird ah, Bird ah. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked out with Veronica, that suckypartner of mine. Hurhur. Dropped her at her bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;Instant noodles and MinuteMaid Limeade. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna's bday tmr! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad Dad, Im so disappointed in you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always thot you were one of the best in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But why? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thing are not the same anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112124485042495223?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112124485042495223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112124485042495223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112124485042495223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112124485042495223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-bloody-disappointed.html' title='Im bloody disappointed.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112091828267357693</id><published>2005-07-09T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:18:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat Training.</title><content type='html'>Training at 0830.&lt;br /&gt;Candice, Yuting and Jan didnt make it. So it was just Jillian and me for the Sec2s.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the hall with Bird. Fyi my face doesnt turn red okay. Argh. Stop it! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted awhile outside the hall with Bird Anna Jillian. I cant stand it anymore. &lt;strong&gt;Bird is so irritating&lt;/strong&gt;. She took my Poifull and tried every flavour, giving those she didnt want to Anna. So you can imagine how much she ate. She embarrassed me in the hall, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was a lot better today. Although all of us were under a lot of pressure. Couldnt play fourhand properly. Kim was watching us la. Finally got a chance to train on doubles. Val couldnt breathe. Jillian and me were so amused. Hahaha. Cos she asked us not to make her laugh! LOL. Played the trick that Veronica taught me on Jillian. Hahaha. Its lame and stupid. But anw I got some new nickname becos of that. And, I dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked out with Val. My mom came earlier than hers. Finally. Went to wash our car. Shell has such a good business. Then prawn noodle for lunch again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched tv and talked on the phone. Im online now all becos of Dionne. She told me there was smth on her blog then I must see. So I came and only found out that it was only a pic of she and her fenhongse guy. Tsk. Crazy kid. Always bluffing me. Argh. So she started chatting with me. Take a look at the users she used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;su ann loves ::::: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;su ann wants to marry renee &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;su ann wants to marry carol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anw I love the user I used against her: &lt;em&gt;DIONNE WANTS TO MARRY CLARA YING&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! Now she is telling me some stuff abt Mickey and Nikki being bro and sis. Like SuAnn and MiAnn which are her best friends. She is making no sense again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has this bloody friend. So irresponsible and annoying. She scolded her, and pushed some project to her. Cant help calling her up and acting like my sis to tell her off. But I have decided not to bother anymore unless she really crosses the line. She is just &lt;strong&gt;Primary3&lt;/strong&gt; only. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112091828267357693?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112091828267357693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112091828267357693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112091828267357693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112091828267357693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/sat-training.html' title='Sat Training.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112081999918559707</id><published>2005-07-08T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T19:07:29.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID TREASURE HUNTING.</title><content type='html'>Charlotte has fractured her wrist and sprained her ankle. That girl still can laugh at her misfortune. And feel happy about it becos she doesnt have to do homework. Wth. Lol. So had to help her up and down the stairs. It will be quite awhile before she will be okay. Signed on her cast. I kinda made a mess for her. Cos i kept scribbling. Hahaha. And its so nice to hit her cast with your fingers. There is this interesting sound (?) and you can irritate her at the same time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly. Helped Charlotte back to class. We were blocking everybody's way. Hah. Two periods of Chinese. Can die. Tsk. Lol. The ever so boring PE. Footwork again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Val and Veronica took my money and still wanted to act innocent. Firstly they told me they wanted to go for shopping spree. Then, Val asked me to lend her money. So when I opened up my wallet. All my money + ez-link card and a letter was gone. Was jumping mad. In the end had to borrow money. Bird was being so irritating. She kept poking ppl. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class. Those two still didnt want to return me my stuff. They started saying they want to go and learn archery. Found my receipts stuck on the class board on the Bull's Eye they drew. Then Val said she wanted to see my pencil case and Veronica wanted to borrow my calculator. So I found all my money in them. They called it Treasure Hunting. Its not Treasure Hunting. Its Irritating Hunting la. &lt;strong&gt;Its not funny!&lt;/strong&gt; My letter was still with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I tell Amandal I want to go to the toilet, she thinks Im going for some other reasons. Fyi I really need to pee one okay. I dont go to the toilet for fun. Its so small and cramp. Lol. Then I came back from the toilet with my face red. Amandal and Bird thot something happened. Nothing okay, &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;. I was calling Jillian and she ignored me. My blood shoot up to me face cannot meh? Hahaha. Okay Im making no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math test was horrid. I knw I will pass but not with flying colours. Messed up all my simultaneous equations. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi to Heartland with Amandal Val and Veronica. To get my letter back from them I had to pay for the taxi ride to Heartland. I had no choice cos I really needed the letter back. ): BIG BULLIES. Hur. PizzaHut for lunch. Their beef lasagne is just so good. Never drink KiwiLemon Fizz. Its kinda horrible. The Strawberry one is better. Amandal is such an ahsoh. She eats so disgustingly. She and Dionne can have a competition la. See who eat the messiest. Hahaha. Laughed alot. Got some stuff. Val and Amandal left. Went to ColdStorage with Veronica. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just did the sec3 subject combination survey. I cant even make any decision. But had to, of course. Hmm. Anw Im planning to go to CombinedScience. Mom wants me to make my own decision. Lalalaaa. I shall start trying to get my motivation back to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tmr. We are starting to treat our cca like a recreation rather than a competitive sport. Once a week training. Im sick of it. There is no longer the I-will-work-harder-for-next-year spirit we had straight after our lost in Nationals. Im so disappointed. I have given up. I knw if Candice reads this, she will scream at me. But I lost my passion for the game alr. I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; try to get it back. I will. But I just find our trainings not fruitful at all. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so disappointed with you. Hope you will start thinking properly soon. Maybe you dont see the full picture yet. Dont expect me to tell you what I think. Its difficult and I knw it will be hurting. Pls wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112081999918559707?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112081999918559707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112081999918559707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112081999918559707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112081999918559707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/stupid-treasure-hunting.html' title='STUPID TREASURE HUNTING.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112064795993365203</id><published>2005-07-06T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:13:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT THE HELL LA. ):</title><content type='html'>My left shoulder hurts so much. I think I kinda pulled it when I took my nap ytd. No one shall try to whack it okay. I cant even move properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much the whole day. Btw, I think MsQuek is so nice. (: She helped me cut my wood! And she kept asking me whether it was difficult to file? Lol. Alrightt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne is forever and ever so annoying. She did some motion stuff for IT with Renee dying and one is some Queen thingy? Makes no sense. I just wanted to do one where I made her disappear. I shall work on it on the next lesson. (: Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch ended. Helped Ren with some stuff. Tried making Dionne stay back to dicuss the play thing too. But in the end we couldnt. Left for CoffeeBeans with Ren, Veronica and Renaa. Walked passed the &lt;em&gt;haunted hse&lt;/em&gt;, according to Renaa and Veronica. Its not really scary laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, ate some cakes and started thinking of ideas after 20mins of gossiping. Everytime we start talking abt some ideas, it will link us to a new topic of gossiping and we end up wasting time. Renaa and me decided to go out for some new inspirations and fresh air. All of a sudden we had such a good idea that was super hilarious also. But when we ran back laughing, I think we kinda make some wrong idea? In the end, we didnt even start on the play. Cos we rejected one another's ideas. I want to do abt a girl two-timing or some lover dying. They dont even want. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renaa wanted some coconut tree thing? Which made no sense. We were laughing and talking a lot of nonsense. It seemed more like a gossiping session than some play discussion. Argh. So Ren left. We walked to the bus-stop, then I had a sudden craving for gelato. Walked back. And they stayed with me till my mom came. Hurhur. So swt of them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to look for someone to talk to. Finally Renaa has put down her other call and is willing to talk to me. But currently she is exercising? Alright. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112064795993365203?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112064795993365203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112064795993365203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112064795993365203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112064795993365203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/shit-hell-la.html' title='SHIT THE HELL LA. ):'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112056123876181584</id><published>2005-07-05T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T19:12:08.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired shit.</title><content type='html'>So slept at 1+. Couldnt wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came ta sch laughing at Charlotte aka PottyDolly. She and her fringe is so amusing! Lol. Her nickname came about becos Veronica and me heard EdnaMode call her toiletbowl instead of CharlotteToh and she looks like a doll. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly. During silent reading, Amandal was telling me every article that caught her attention. Then she started looking at the Orbituaries. We were so shocked okay. Cos there is like too many la. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics! (: Amandal and me started throwing a paperball at Renaa for sticking her legs up the table and saying that her legs are cut off. [Like what?] Then she anyhow aimed at ppl for example Ravyna which she missed. Tsk. London has like all our pics la. So embarrassing okay. I look disgusting in the starting of last year. Renaa volunteered herself to do a demo. She couldnt even hold one side of the ruler properly when there is load on the other. The whole class was laughing their heads off. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Lets say Amandal and me love Tuesday recesses. There is a little reason. (: Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English test. About gorillas. Renaa's fav la. It was quite okay loh. Lol. I wrote the date wrongly on my paper as 060705. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When EdnaMode came in for Math lesson we started singing a birthday song for her. It wasnt her bday at all, we just wanted to see her reaction. She just acted shocked and can't be bothered. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese and Chinese! Some oral thingy coming up? I cant speak Chinese laaa. Tsk. \: And Amandal's MrBlack came back to life! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch ended. Passed BeeFriend her letter and notes. Waited in the class for Veronica who was waiting for Renaa. Renee was being irritating. Dancing around. Another crazy prefect. -shakes head. Hahaha. Renaa kinda disappeared. In the end, I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napped. Im still tired. Thank gooodness there is nothing on tmr so I can come back home and nap. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love tmr's timetable. It doesnt feel so stressful. The only thing is that there is Chinese. ): I have to learn to love it. Oh, yes I love you Chinese. (: Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112056123876181584?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112056123876181584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112056123876181584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112056123876181584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112056123876181584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/tired-shit.html' title='Tired shit.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112049095458800955</id><published>2005-07-04T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T00:03:05.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRRESPONSIBLE GROUP MEMBERS, AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>I'm doing projects in the middle of the night, again. Ren and me are rushing through the last parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes irresponsible &lt;strong&gt;group&lt;/strong&gt; members really drive me nuts. Can you imagine like you are sacrificing your sleep, staying up late to finish the &lt;strong&gt;group&lt;/strong&gt; projects so you won't fail and get a scolding, and they are in their dreamlands going to wake up so refreshed tmr. Just make me want to scream into their faces and ask them to get lost. Don't they understand how stressful it is? Pls show some responsibility la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Ren to forget abt the play thing since everybody is shirking responsibilities and we don't even knw who is in our group, she rather do it alone. I obviously can't sit here and do nothing. I'm playing my part as a &lt;strong&gt;group&lt;/strong&gt; member, won't you freaking irresponsible &lt;strong&gt;group&lt;/strong&gt; members do anything? Fyi ProjectWork is so important nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH. I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is in my group la!&lt;br /&gt;Bloody irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112049095458800955?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112049095458800955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112049095458800955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112049095458800955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112049095458800955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/irresponsible-group-members-again.html' title='IRRESPONSIBLE GROUP MEMBERS, AGAIN.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112030156205462293</id><published>2005-07-02T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:58:56.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010705%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010705%20%283%29.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;Dionne is hilarious! :D That is the sunglasses she wore on stage ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/1600/010705%20(5)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3476/340/200/010705%20%285%29.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;Ren &amp;amp; Dionne. Our wonderful class representatives. (:&lt;br /&gt;Look at the cup. Hahaha. That is the turn-the-cup-upside-down game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112030156205462293?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112030156205462293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112030156205462293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112030156205462293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112030156205462293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112029925567868826</id><published>2005-07-02T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:44:30.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trng on a Saturday laaa.</title><content type='html'>Trng today. -Yawns. Couldnt get outta bed. It was quite okay. Yuting didnt make it. ): Its so so quiet without her. Lol. Audrey was her usual weird self. Hahaha. Walked all the way to the provision shop for break. Minute Maid's Limeade is good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn noodle for lunch. (: The yummy one at ard RaceCourse road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still disappointed that our class didnt get top3 for Miss Congeniality. ): Hmm. But I think it was great fun la. Our wondeful representatives of 2B3, not giant &amp; dwarf okay. They made us proud. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been playing some games at the &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Dionne gave me. Lame but overall fun if you are are feeling bored. One game which really made me so excited is the &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/g3/floats.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Float Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Hahaha. The stuff moving ard looks like smth. If you do get what I mean. xP Lol. Its not baddd. (: The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/g2/dragon.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Fire Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is also one nice game. (: The dragon is so cute. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg prepare myself for next week's Math test. Pythagoras' Thereom &amp;amp; Trigo. Im not ready. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112029925567868826?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112029925567868826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112029925567868826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112029925567868826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112029925567868826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/trng-on-saturday-laaa.html' title='Trng on a Saturday laaa.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112021928758195371</id><published>2005-07-01T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:15:43.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY YOUTH DAY :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY YOUTH DAY! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute studying for Chinese this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese test after assembly.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE later on. I do hate PE nowadays. Forced to be in reg. number. And I dont like it. Onggie is so nice actually. But too bad he aint teaching us anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started dressing Ren and Dionne up for the MissCongenality contest. (: They both looked so pretty. :D Had a great time in the hall screaming, cheering and shouting. EdnaMode was so cute when she was a teenager. (: Hahaha. So Ren didnt win any title. But good job! (: Alot of ppl like our design. Haha. Some really lame contestants. Amandal was singing so loudly during the singing session. Omg. Deafening. Twin is so crazy. I passed her the newspaper skirt Ren wore. She just likes it la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to class. Found my wallet missing. Started panicking, as usual. Lol. Nicole took it actually. Wahlaooo. Lunch. I love getting irritated with that person. Hahaha. Look at her face, so qianbian. Then to the Library for that stupid english library project. Met EdnaMode on the way. She shaked my hand? Lol. She is so cute. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the project alone from 0230 to 0330. Then Ren and Dionne joined me after their trng. Dionne was sooo irritating. Giving me the kiampa face. Lol. Started laughing at the word &lt;strong&gt;Biblio&lt;/strong&gt; becos we had no idea what it was. It was actually Bibliography. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Macs later. Played some turn-the-cup-upside down game. I lost becos I tore the cup. Lol. Left at 0515 with Mom screaming at me again. Recently she has been doing that. Hmmm. Homeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trng and cousin's surprise bday tmr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, again.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaaa. Forced to do the colours. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Amandal wants me to say she rocks like spinach. Huh? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the Primary's sch catalogue. Kim is on the front cover. And there is a write-up abt him. Lol. I shall bring it for trng tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112021928758195371?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112021928758195371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112021928758195371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112021928758195371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112021928758195371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-youth-day-d.html' title='HAPPY YOUTH DAY :D'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-112012917437478309</id><published>2005-06-30T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T19:04:04.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE MADE IT TO FINALS! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WE ARE IN THE FINALS FOR THE MISS CONGENALITY CONTEST! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandal didnt make it for sch. It was much quieter but kinda lacked of the excitement. Started off the day with spotcheck. Hurhur. Then English lesson. MrsTan wasnt in sch. Was supposed to discuss some stuff but nobody did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball for PE. It was super hilarious. Dionne was my partner. So you can expect all kind of nonsense from her. I was suppose to throw chest pass and she high pass. But our balls ended up clashing with one another. Its all Dionne's fault. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog lesson. Daydreaming. Then the long awaited period: Recess. (: Back to class for Lit. Zalena was not in sch too. Veronica and I did the work she gave us. Hah. Bird and Dory were just so sick. Talking abt &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; stuff and laughing their heads off. We had free comedy later by Dionne. She sang and danced for us + ads that she wants to do for VodaVoda. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MusicTech and CME later. After sch, went to CoffeeBeans with Veronica. I dont like the Mudpie. Haha. Bus back to sch. Then we started dressing Ren up for the MissCongenality Contest. (: Veronica, Dionne + Me were the stylists cum designers. We had some help from Qinyi. (: Our theme was Retro. And we did a great job! Just the three of us. Ren looked gorgeous! :D Hurhur. Ran in and out of class. Carried my bee friend's bag down (was forced to). Her bag is very heavy la. Some gold in it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed shades from MrsJChong. Wanna thank her so much. (: Veronica, Renaa and me were the only supporters from our class. We lack of class spirit. We had ta scream and shout as much as we could. Ren made it to the Finlas with Dionne, the spokesperson. Veronica and me are so proud of ourselves. (: Haha. Good job, peeps. (: We are getting all ready for tmr. Shades+Slingbacks+Makeup. (: Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so exhausted today. Running ard. And panicking like crazy. Youth day tmr. (: Whoohoo. Chinese test too. :/ Time ta study! Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-112012917437478309?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/112012917437478309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=112012917437478309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112012917437478309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/112012917437478309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-made-it-to-finals-d.html' title='WE MADE IT TO FINALS! :D'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111987365831594311</id><published>2005-06-27T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:06:06.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF SCH</title><content type='html'>First Day of Term3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carried three paper bags to school. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;All filled with books.&lt;br /&gt;My class is in a great big mess.&lt;br /&gt;The tables are just placed anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;Sec1s kinda arranged all wrong for us.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Physics tcher is London. Those that are taught by him will knw who he is. Haha. He is quite funny and all la. Lol. Val Renaa Dionne and Drusilla were made to sing in front of class. Super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons passed on after another. Time just flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our recess together as a clique. The long awaited one. (: Amandal and Dionne's cold jokes. Senseless stuff. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren and me got the sec3 camp tshirt we designed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt sick the entire day. Sneezing and sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Paddy after sch. Waited for quite long. Then she came out laughing at me. Forever and ever. I squeezed her head. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went down to meet Twin. She was waiting so patiently for me. (: Thanks la, Twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So trng was cancelled. Had lunch with Butty and Twin. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home to take one long nap. My nose is running and I feel choked up. Im sick man. Gotta take a panadol tonight if not I wont make it to sch tmr! And I must. Though tmr lessons are kinda sucky. ): Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Val&lt;/strong&gt; for the keychains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionne&lt;/strong&gt; for the acorn and China doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dory&lt;/strong&gt; for the four-leaf clover keychain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. They are all so nice. As in the stuff. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111987365831594311?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111987365831594311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111987365831594311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111987365831594311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111987365831594311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-of-sch.html' title='FIRST DAY OF SCH'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111979301093479849</id><published>2005-06-26T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:59:21.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL IS STARTING TMR!</title><content type='html'>ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS STARTING TMR!&lt;br /&gt;Just making myself get agitated. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to start the same old boring routine.&lt;br /&gt;Rushing through hw everyday, studying for tests, running back to class late for lessons, staying back for trng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Physics tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who will be our tcher.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want Thomson. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Heard that he is quite boring. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bathe just now.&lt;br /&gt;Was rushing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Then dropped my hairband in the toiletbowl and accidentally put my hair conditioner on my face. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Make haste less speed. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to pack my bag now.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where I threw all my stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111979301093479849?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111979301093479849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111979301093479849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111979301093479849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111979301093479849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/school-is-starting-tmr.html' title='SCHOOL IS STARTING TMR!'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111968597793400492</id><published>2005-06-25T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T15:55:19.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA.</title><content type='html'>WHOOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Val is back from Europe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Broadband is soo fine now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 0130.&lt;br /&gt;Called my bee friend back. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Talked for one over hour.&lt;br /&gt;Then mum started to nag.&lt;br /&gt;Minestrone soup for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kill Amandal for typing shit in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;Tskk.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Im on the phone with Amandal and Val now.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ask them to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID FELLAS! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;-SLAPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton camp was a success okay. It sounds so fun. They wenta set our tables for us on Thurs but we didnt go. Hurhur. So nice of them. (: Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day to Term3. Am looking and not looking forward to it. I need ta start studying for Chinese test. I just hate Chinese. Rahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111968597793400492?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111968597793400492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111968597793400492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111968597793400492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111968597793400492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111959127061642414</id><published>2005-06-24T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T13:43:16.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is maia lee here reporting&lt;br /&gt;to my dear suann friend pls do not be so jidong u are like screaming through e phone when i talk abt that lil baby and pls do not be so stupid to blindfold yourself when you talk to me too&lt;br /&gt;thanks for shouting at my always, my ear drums are bursting&lt;br /&gt;and do not think so much for that lil baby and DO NOT BE OVER CONCERN you scare pple away ok take care and see you in school soon (: muacks!&lt;br /&gt;and always rmb this that phrase &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I LOVEEE DISTURBING YOUR SISTER !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait to eat ur godma's spagghetti and suann you miss who ah ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111959127061642414?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111959127061642414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111959127061642414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111959127061642414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111959127061642414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-maia-lee-here-reporting-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111958731160465271</id><published>2005-06-24T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T19:34:37.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO TRNG.</title><content type='html'>No trng today. Got cancelled becos Badminton was going to use the whole hall. Was actually looking forward to the last trng for hols. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta finish up the remaining hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese Compo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clay Marble Summary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two Newspaper Articles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh. No more last minute hw for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldnt even set up my Broadband ytd. Spent 2 over hrs calling SingNet up and everything. I think its something with the distribution thing again. Must be what happened 2 days ago that caused the lines to be disrupted. Tskk. And the stupid modem dropped on my freaking toe. Now there is a big blueblack on it. Argh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111958731160465271?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111958731160465271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111958731160465271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111958731160465271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111958731160465271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-trng.html' title='NO TRNG.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111951279592851141</id><published>2005-06-23T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T15:46:36.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEE FRIEND (:</title><content type='html'>Candice finally came for trng ytd! Lol. Thanks for the keychain. Its so cute. Hurhur. Jillian didnt make it. Was sick. Sometimes trngs without her get quite boring becos Im so used with her around. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trng was horrible but quite fun actually. Yuting, Kimmie and me were made to play together. Yuting just wouldnt stop laughing and irritating me. Argh. Lol. Poor Kimmie. Cos I think we kinda bullied her. =x Lol. Janice is just the usual crazy self. Calling everybody my hearthrob again. She brought home much of the chewy chocolates I brought. Tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked out with Yuting. Felt so embarrassed over certain stuff. Haha. Then we just sat outside waiting from 1130 to 1210 for our moms. In the end, her mom asked her to go home herself. Lol. We were making a lot of noise as usual. Plus with Amandal on the phone with me. A whole lot of nonsense and Yuting's famous 'damn'. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch and to cut my hair. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne and Jillian got so excited and told me that when they called my hse number, someone else picked up. Didnt believe them until I tried. So SingTel actually switched my hse's number with some other hse's. Was afraid that there would be some important phone calls. Its okay now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my bee friend in the night. (: Haha. She is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton is having camp today. Sad that we cant have one. The whole team wanted one so I guess its the tchers that didnt want. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last trng for hols tmr. Im still not done with my hw. Hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111951279592851141?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111951279592851141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111951279592851141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111951279592851141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111951279592851141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/bee-friend.html' title='BEE FRIEND (:'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111934660939177222</id><published>2005-06-21T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T17:42:26.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPRESSION. HURHUR.</title><content type='html'>I dont really wanna blog so this post will be just some random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Im kinda forced to do this. Hurhur.]&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Amandal Neo Weitian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for being so nice and everything. Always so interested in knowing &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; stuff. Hahaha. LOVE YOU ALOT LA. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trngs have been really boring. Sch is going to start soon. I have yet to finish my ClayMarble summaries, Art and D&amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is so depressed and they are telling me their problems. Im feeling depressed too. I guess I can never be a psychiatrist anymore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHEER UP&lt;/span&gt; those that are depressed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Doralynn recently too. Her so called friend is called Dory which is actually her and she keeps irritating me. Bloody annoying. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my sleep badly. Have been having late nights. Just plain sucky. Am currenly addicted to this car racing game on my Dad's hp. Temporary craze. Haha. There is this game called AgentV. Its really cool. As in you are using the camera to look for this viruses in the air and you attack them. Lol. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do Art now. Sometimes I just hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111934660939177222?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111934660939177222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111934660939177222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111934660939177222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111934660939177222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/depression-hurhur.html' title='DEPRESSION. HURHUR.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111911756668815514</id><published>2005-06-19T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T02:04:04.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALERIEEEE! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Valerie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET YOUR BUTT BACK TO SINGAPORE! You said you miss Singapore. Haha. Tsk. Too bad that you cant play another freaking game with me. But I won the Checkers game. Hurhur. Great time playing that stupid game and irritating one another. &lt;em&gt;Bamboos float in the water, get eaten by sharks and they become sharkabamboos.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. Take careee. I doubt you will read it. Heck. (: Hope your cookie wont rot when you receive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw there is this nice japanese song with a sweet mtv. (: The song is Ageha by W-inds. Check it out. Heard it on Chinese MTV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111911756668815514?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111911756668815514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111911756668815514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111911756668815514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111911756668815514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/valerieeee.html' title='VALERIEEEE! (:'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111911328611098121</id><published>2005-06-18T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T01:54:00.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPASS</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 1300. Hah. Went to bed at 3 last night. Chatting. (: Off ta Godma's hse for lunch ; spaghetti. (: Godpa just came back from Indonesia and is sick. Cousin didnt seem to be well also. Mum started getting runny nose and Im starting to feel unwell. Better take a Panadol and lotsa rest. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The google box for the rest of the day with sista. Nickelodeon/DisneyChannel/MTV. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compass Point with family for dinner and to get Dad's phone. Hur. Its &lt;strong&gt;Nokia 3230 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dark Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Super nice and filled with cool features such as IM, Mp3 player etc. Something I really want. Haha. Maybe Dad is willing to lend it to me for one week. (: Hurhur. Wanted to get this 3G Nokia phone. SingTel was giving an offer. Second set at half the price. It costs &lt;strong&gt;$1218&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow. Signed up for my broadband. (: Came with a free modem and iPod Shuffle. Not bad. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Wasabi. No more Udon. ): Their coffee jelly is great. :D By the time we finished dinner was 10. So didnt manage to do some shopping. Saw this really weird family. ROFL. Like their dress sense abit not appropriate la. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I got my Punjabi alr. Hahaha. Ytd at TekkaMarket. Whoa. The second floor just sells Indian costumes and nothing else. Walked ard for really long. Managed to find this shop with something I wanted and with a nice owner too. (: Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dory;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please think before you do that. Im feeling really sad for you. Reminding me of someone. Sigh. If that is your choice, go ahead la. Cos I cant stop you and I have no rights to do anything. You &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to move on. Give it up. But Im here to listen. Call me up anytime or just sms me. (: Take careee. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things are looking on the brighter side for me. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111911328611098121?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111911328611098121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111911328611098121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111911328611098121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111911328611098121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/compass.html' title='COMPASS'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111892080119104332</id><published>2005-06-16T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:29:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAKING+COOKING SESSION (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Baking+ Cooking Session (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ren and Amandal at 0750 to go for some grocery shopping at Ntuc. Ren's dad fetched. Had great time choosing and all. Lol. And Ren's cousin, Angela joined us. Met Danica outside CoffeeBeans and then to Ren's hse. Veronica and Charlotte came later. We started baking rockcakes/cookies with chocolate chips. (: They dont really taste nice but look great. Hahs. Baked big cookies for Val Dionne Renaa Nicole, and Bird. Bird asked so she got hers. (: Hurhur. I'll pass it to you on Monday? Will you even go for trng. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went up to Ren's study room after that. Waited for her maid to cook finish some lunch then we went down to start cooking our lunch. (: Cutting onion is smth I really hate eventhough I didnt do it. Ren did. And she didnt tear &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;. There is still this stinging pain in my eyes. Argh. Hahaha. Macaroni and Spaghetti. :D We did quite a great job. I burnt my hand becos I was trying to take off the lid from the pot of boiling spaghetti. And who put it on? Charlotte! Hahaha. Campbell's Minestrone and Mushroom soup and A&amp;W float too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned and washed up. &lt;em&gt;'We are quite efficient'&lt;/em&gt;. Quoted from Amandal. Lol. Went up to Ren's bedroom and played the GameOfLife with Charlotte Veronica Ren &amp;amp; Angela. Amandal had nth better to do but just sit on the bed and take pics. Hur. So the peeps left. Waited for Mom to pick me up. Sat ard with Angela and Ren. (: Had another float. Ren's dog is really scary and Im still scared of it after so long. Hah. I guess its just the phobia of dogs, ever since I was chased by 3 wild dogs. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Bedok to collect Dad's medicine. Dropped by the bookshop there. Happened to see MaiaLee. :D She has so many tattoos and isnt very tall. Haha. Didnt get any autograph or take any pic with her. She looked kinda different w/o make-up. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great time with three-quarter of the BigGroup. Hurhur. We should have another at the end of this year yeah? Maybe at Amandal's hse this time. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Im going Tekka tmr to get my punjabi for RacialHarmony after trng. Lol. Dont wanna borrow from Renaa, Im afraid I spoil it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111892080119104332?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111892080119104332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111892080119104332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111892080119104332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111892080119104332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/bakingcooking-session.html' title='BAKING+COOKING SESSION (:'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111883470436943000</id><published>2005-06-15T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:25:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT YOU.</title><content type='html'>Trng in the morning. 10 were only present. Trained with Audrey. Hahaha. Lazy lame Audrey also know as &lt;strong&gt;pervert&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;paedophile&lt;/strong&gt;. (x If you are wondering why she is called that, its becos she squeezes ppl's butt. Lol. She stopped doing shadow everytime Kimpy turned away. Both of us were just in horrible form. Complaining to one another. Some stuff happenened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break. Chitchatted with Janilyn quite a lot. Got to knw a few stuff. Hahaha. Continued training with the pervert. :D We were in better form by then. She gave me some disgusting nicknames which sound so pervertic. Lol. For example: &lt;strong&gt;SuannyPenny&lt;/strong&gt;. Whats with that. Dionne's BaoAnn sounds nicer. Hahaha. So, Trng ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Amandal a lot earlier. Over the same issue. And over streaming. Argh. Shant think abt it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking+Cooking Session tmr. Shopping at Ntuc at 8 with Ren and Amandal. Lol. We will shop like AhSohs from the market. In a way, I cant wait. Put away from all the fustrations. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read smth and am really mad now. Maybe if you are really avoiding me, tell me why. Stop doing that. If I did anything wrong, you have to say. Im just freaking angry and have no comments. Im going to call ppl now to scream into their ears. I dont wanna care anymore. It seems to be better like that. Drifting away then, boom, the friendship is gone. Maybe you think its better like that. Avoiding is such a fun game. I shall join in the fun too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111883470436943000?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111883470436943000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111883470436943000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111883470436943000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111883470436943000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/shit-you.html' title='SHIT YOU.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111868244079741860</id><published>2005-06-13T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T01:28:33.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH</title><content type='html'>Primary sch trng today at 12. Yuting Janice and Jillian. Argh. I never want to go for another trng there alr. Going there is like pure torture. Hahaha. Though we can laugh at the jnrs. =x JaniceYoong was being sick or smth. She went to shoot some freaking ice at me. Lol. Then the nonsense started. They [as in sec2s. Lol.] started calling everybody that I said was cute my hearthrob. All thanks to Yuting! Lol. So I ended up with a few la huh. Kept forcing Jan to eat my FruitPastilles which cause more phelgm for her throat. She has such a hollow cough. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at 2. Took taxi instead of bus. SerangoonGardenMarket for lunch. Talked alot. Long walk back to sch. Thinking thinking. Hahaha. We were kinda late? Trained on only two freaking strokes the whole day. And nth much. Yuting got jidong, started crying. She felt irritated. Got so scared. Some bao game started also. Shitty stuff which just wanted to make me bang my head against the wall. Trng was disgusting today. We all have sucky stamina. Sec2s, are we going to run soon? Lol. We should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trnd ended. Walked out with Yuting. Talked to Magdelene again. Hahaha. Off for dinner. Then, Grandaunt's wake. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk in the moring tmr with Dory. (: To be exact, 1030. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne is back from her Kunming trip. Talked awhile today. She was supposed to call me back, but I kinda ended up waiting like an idiot. I dont wanna try calling her now. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with Val who is currently in Belguim. And its 1741 there only! Omg. Hahaha. Missing her lots. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butty is in Perth now. Abandoning us. Tskk. For the rest of the trngs, i'll be the only sec2 present. ): Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I will be hardly online nowadays. For some reasons. Oops, I still owe Renee her blogskin. Relax darling, I promise it will be one of the best blogskins I can do. So pls wait. (: And I dont knw what happened to Nicole's. Shall do a better one for her, or maybe she doesnt need it alr? I dont knw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get going now. Its actually 12 something alr. -Yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever since Grandad left this world, Grandaunts and uncles have been going too. One &lt;em&gt;after another. Wenta one of my Grandaunt's wake ytd. Then I started thinking abt Grandad. He used to peel off the fruits' skins afraid that we will get choked on it, cook simple soups. Though to Mum he might not be the exact great dad, he had been a great grandad to me. (: And I knw he is with the Lord now. Hmm. It has been 3 years ago, but I still miss him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111868244079741860?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111868244079741860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111868244079741860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111868244079741860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111868244079741860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/argh.html' title='ARGH'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111815929139960873</id><published>2005-06-07T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:00:03.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAKING+COOKING SESSION ON THE 16TH! (:</title><content type='html'>We are having a baking+cooking session at Ren's on the 16th. (:&lt;br /&gt;Most of The Big Group la.&lt;br /&gt;Cos currently Val is in Europe enjoying herself.&lt;br /&gt;Visiting MonaLisa and all.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to her just now.&lt;br /&gt;Through sms and phonecall.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anw we are going to bake cookies, cook lunch for Ren's family and all.&lt;br /&gt;Pls tell me whether anyone of you guys want to try our cookies, I'll bake extra for you all!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, dont worry you will not get food poisoning. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait la.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to take a lot of nonsensical pics also.&lt;br /&gt;Amandal and me have planned it all out alr!&lt;br /&gt;Whoo. So excited. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bothered with certain stuff recently.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda offered my help alr.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to leave you alone la huh.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its better this way.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been having horrible dreams also.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that rub salt into my wound.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch ouch ouch. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me I have been talking a lot in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get going.&lt;br /&gt;Trng in exactly 9 hrs time.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw there is this freaking nice song Im also so crazy over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gorillaz Feel Good Inc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love forever love is free. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's turn forever you and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hella good song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;MY ANGEL IS EVON. HAHAHA. SHE WENTA CONFESS JUST NOW. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*I just want to tell you that you have been one great Angel! Love you lots! Thanks for always encouraging me. 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(:'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111778825056982420</id><published>2005-06-03T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T16:57:38.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KIAMPA FACES</title><content type='html'>Trng trng trng. 10 of us were only present today. JaniceNg and Yuting must have skipped trng. Tsk. I knw JaniceNg is trying to avoid me, so I wont kill her so soon. Lol. So let me make her die on Monday then! (: Tangqian MichelleLee and Weijing came down to train. Miss the sec4s lots! Break; Chips and 100Plus again. Every trng Im eating that. /: Home after trng. Trng was much better today. More space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that we might be having an intensive trng camp with the badminton peepsos? Quite fun eh. (: Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice is crazy or smth pls. She is like telling me to do this and the next moment she tells me not to be so bad. Crazy kid. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bloody pissed and irritated over this smth. This smth is so annoying. And I cant take it anymore, Im going to &lt;em&gt;bao&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha. ERR, LIKE YUCK. Whats with them man. KIAM PA FACES. -SLAPS. How nice if I can do that. RAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111778825056982420?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111778825056982420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111778825056982420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111778825056982420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111778825056982420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/kiampa-faces.html' title='KIAMPA FACES'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111764227021479442</id><published>2005-06-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T00:11:10.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRNG SUCKED TODAY.</title><content type='html'>Trng in the morning. Butty finally made it. Laughed here and there. Though we do not have our trng atmosphere anymore. Im dropping la. I suddenly dont feel like fighting on? Training hard for next year? ARGH. I cannot! Anw trng was super slack. Twin left for her class outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for primary sch trng. Instant noodles for lunch. JaniceYoong is so cute la. Hahaha. Omg. Im so amused with her and some other jnrs. Lol. Defended with the jnrs like we were being tortured or smth. It ended. And smth started making my blood boil. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with JaniceNg and Amandal like so much just abt this particular subject. Sad case la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will help you get out of that freaking maze&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111764227021479442?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111764227021479442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111764227021479442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111764227021479442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111764227021479442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/06/trng-sucked-today.html' title='TRNG SUCKED TODAY.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111754156458873267</id><published>2005-05-31T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T20:26:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MATH &amp; SCIENCE FUNTASIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Math &amp; Science Funtasia!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9am with this freaky dream. Just couldnt get back to sleep after that. Plus with some renovation works going on above my hse. Noisy. Chatted with certain ppl through sms. Charlotte and her &lt;em&gt;Freak&lt;/em&gt; word. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to meet Charlotte Danica Amandal &amp;amp; Renee at SerangoonGarden Macs for lunch, but only Amandal &amp;amp; Renee turned up. They still tried to bluff me by telling me they were lost. I believed la. Wth. And Charlotte and Danica went to SerangoonCENTRAL Macs instead. Got them a coke and sprite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked all the way back to sch. Talked a lot. And the two tried to sabo me which wasnt funny at all. Gathered in the hall. My grpmates were Renee Renaa and Shimun. Hahaha. We did very well overall. The icecream we made at the station was damn nice also! Lol. I worked with Renee, so of course it will be great. (: Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last station was some ice-breaker and bubble making thing. I love smashing the ice. We were venting out the anger in us. Lol. And since we were the last class using that station, all of us got a chance to smash the ice. Then we started splashing soap water at one another. MAMA LEMON SOAP. I cant rmb who splashed so much soap on me. It entered my eyes so I just stood there and did not run away, the rest just continued splashing until I was soaked with soap. Dearest Danica led me to the toilet to wash the soap off my eyes. Felt so blind. Bird fell down in the toilet. Hahaha. Then Renaa and me decided to wash my pinafore with Renee's help. No matter how I washed, the soap would just never go off. So just rushed off to the air-conditioned hall, soaked from head to toe. Thot that it was 6 when it was only 5, dashed out of sch. Making the rest feel like idiots. Lol. Just hanged ard with Renaa and Danica until my mum came. I stinked the car la. Eww. Wenta bathe when I reached home immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trng after trng tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Another tiring day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111754156458873267?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111754156458873267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111754156458873267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111754156458873267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111754156458873267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/math-science-funtasia.html' title='MATH &amp; SCIENCE FUNTASIA'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111753829781382229</id><published>2005-05-31T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:27:22.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO THE IDIOTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey whoever you are, the person/ppl that keep spamming my board.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My very first post today is dedicated to You! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knw what? Whatever you say on my tagboard about doesnt affect me in any way. Im trying to tell you smth here and I hope you will read it. You may hate me, the ppl ard you may too. But do you all even knw me? Im no popular kid in sch. Btw the meaning for bimbo is for an attractive but unintelligent young woman. I do not bother whether I have the looks or not, becos I believe everyone is special in a way or another. Like you, special for spamming my board. You may think using some other names or not leaving your name, no one will knw who you are. I can always track you down with your IP address. And can easily sue you for defamation. Dont you knw that? No one knws, but God knws. Criticising ppl is not the right thing to do. Ppl like you cos war. Life is alr so messy and unpredictable. So why bother to hate others? Dont you guys have better things to do? You knw PEACE. Yes peace, darlings. (: The thing that makes me really angry is YOU saying abt my FRIENDS. The friends of mine are wonderful ppl. Everyone of them have helped in a way or another, bad or good. And I love all of them. The great ones have stood by me, encouraged me. Insulting them means you are insulting my jnrs and snrs also. You have NO right to call my friends nerds. They are are not unfashionable and boring or not good at communicating with other ppl. So go live your life and stop interfering with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and GOD BLESS YOU. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111753829781382229?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111753829781382229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111753829781382229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111753829781382229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111753829781382229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-idiots.html' title='TO THE IDIOTS'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111742181300656741</id><published>2005-05-30T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:56:53.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INCOMPLETE LYRICS</title><content type='html'>This song is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Touching lyrics, nice beat.&lt;br /&gt;Im in love with it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incomplete by Backstreet Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty spaces fill me up with holes&lt;br /&gt;Distant faces with no place left to go&lt;br /&gt;Without you within me I can’t find no rest&lt;br /&gt;Where I’m going is anybody’s guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I’m awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices tell me I should carry on&lt;br /&gt;But I am swimming in an ocean all alone&lt;br /&gt;Baby, my baby&lt;br /&gt;It’s written on your face&lt;br /&gt;You still wonder if we made a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I’m awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mean to drag it on, but I can’t seem to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna make you face this world alone&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you go (alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I’m awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111742181300656741?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111742181300656741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111742181300656741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111742181300656741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111742181300656741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/incomplete-lyrics.html' title='INCOMPLETE LYRICS'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111721315903983340</id><published>2005-05-28T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T01:12:10.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEEPS SLEEPING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/0/3372/640/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 196px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 147px" height="153" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/0/3372/320/033.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/0/3372/640/034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 198px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 144px" height="153" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/0/3372/320/034.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandal sleeping in the bus also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/0/3372/640/035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 203px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 144px" height="153" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/0/3372/320/035.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE! HAHAHA. Another one drooling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111721315903983340?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111721315903983340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111721315903983340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111721315903983340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111721315903983340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/peeps-sleeping.html' title='PEEPS SLEEPING!'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111721284642318365</id><published>2005-05-27T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T01:15:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF SCH.</title><content type='html'>Got freaked out in the morning with this small porcelain doll someone gave me.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte passed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;No letter, no note, no anything to tell me who is it from.&lt;br /&gt;It came with a wand too? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I am still freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;It cant be from my Angel right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changi Aiport for our Math Trail. It was quite fun la. Like walking ard, and of course, buying BK for our lunch. (: Fell down in the Skytrain. Hahaha. I was trying to balance without holding anything to support me and Bird was putting pressure on me. Ugh, pain pain pain. Up and down the escalators was super fun also la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus back to sch, the time seemed to fly. Was laughing with Renaa. Sick brain. And taking pictures of those that were sleeping. Hahaha. Some of them were abt to drool! Stayed in the library after that. Its like the last day of sch and everybody is feeling all tired. Had some survey thing in the EHall later. Sch ended. Home. Napped from 3 to 8. Tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw Val is leaving for Europe tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care and see you soon! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training is starting next week.&lt;br /&gt;Like finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111721284642318365?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111721284642318365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111721284642318365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111721284642318365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111721284642318365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-day-of-sch.html' title='LAST DAY OF SCH.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111702067918661510</id><published>2005-05-25T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:42:13.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You.</title><content type='html'>Raining the whole pathetic morning.&lt;br /&gt;Reached sch at 0710 becos of the jam outside sch.&lt;br /&gt;Freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;Sec1s are camping in our class.&lt;br /&gt;Moved off to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Tried Amandal's handmade jelly.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad but still not up the standard of Yingxiu's. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Sungei Buloh.&lt;br /&gt;Was in the grp with some B2ians.&lt;br /&gt;Dory and her stupid insect repellent.&lt;br /&gt;Wahlao, wont stop using it.&lt;br /&gt;And Ruiyi too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt really see much.&lt;br /&gt;Mangroves and of course, lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;Our tour guide is a MarineBiologist.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Our walk finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;All of us headed to the Cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;The food there is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;I had hashbrowns, garlic bread + coke and my bill was $9.70.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo. Thats a lot of money for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus back ta sch.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Dory on the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;Its so interesting to listen and to tell too.&lt;br /&gt;Reached sch at 1300.&lt;br /&gt;Off to the Ava Theatrette.&lt;br /&gt;Renaa just wanna irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;Whats with the wandering of my eyes la. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps laughing at her own jokes which makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;Walked out with Renee and Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;Renee and me decided to skip LifeScienceEnrichment.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Dory at CoffeeBeans.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanities Fieldtrip tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I still have a compo and geog worksheet to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Buddy&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Evon&lt;/strong&gt; for the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;And Buddy, stop calling me BUTTY.&lt;br /&gt;Btw I didnt spoil the box and plate on purpose. /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111702067918661510?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111702067918661510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111702067918661510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111702067918661510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111702067918661510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/without-you.html' title='Without You.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111693876711903041</id><published>2005-05-24T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:35:48.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahblah</title><content type='html'>Got more jellies from Yingxiu in the morning. (:&lt;br /&gt;Had I&amp;amp;E Workshop the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Super squeezy with like three persons to one com.&lt;br /&gt;Played Monopoly Tycoon.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me mad, and like what Renee and Dionne will say, I will BAO. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Btw my new nickname created by Dionne is BaoAnn. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Dionne and Debbie were sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get lost you stinky virus in the air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch ended.&lt;br /&gt;Sungei Buloh tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I wont have the company of dear Dionne. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was taking a nap earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;EdnaMode called and I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;She was being really naggy.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow she is very nice la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you back in sch soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amandal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received your stupid sms.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making the jellies.&lt;br /&gt;Pls make sure I wont get a stomachache after eating it! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valerie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure you two can do smth abt it.&lt;br /&gt;Its all a misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;You might not though.&lt;br /&gt;Do not bottle your feelings up.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me if you need any help okay?&lt;br /&gt;Take care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Twinnie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Paddy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;, my &lt;strong&gt;Angel&lt;/strong&gt; for the presents! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111693876711903041?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111693876711903041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111693876711903041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111693876711903041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111693876711903041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/blahblah.html' title='Blahblah'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111684376764391638</id><published>2005-05-23T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:56:24.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZZY QUIZ</title><content type='html'>Im feeling bored.&lt;br /&gt;Doing some research for my English compo?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. So decided to do a quiz from Friendster too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Schools you attended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;CDLC Kindergarten, PLMGS Pri and Sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is the wallpaper on you cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Did you get enough sleep last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noo. Slept at 3. Woke up at 1330 though. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. First thing you thought about this morning when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What Im going to have for lunch! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What do you have handy at your bedside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tissue paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Ever tried to skip meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Never. I so love eating. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Grilled or fried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Both! Though more to the fried side. So unheathly but so yummy! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What makes you unique to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I look different? Everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Err. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Favourite hangout?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere that is comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. 3 things you cant live without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Air, food and water? DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. First thing you will buy if given 1 thousand dollars?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPOD PHOTO! NEW LAPTOP, NEW PHONE, MORE COLTHES! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Favourite song when you are sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SIMPLE PLAN UNTITLED! So depressing but so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Many things? Maybe Failure? But I have learnt to accept it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Are you a giver or taker?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What are your nicknames?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUR MILK [I so hate it]. Suanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What is your dad's middle name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;strong&gt;8. Most recent movie that you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Havent bothered to watch any. So I cant rmb which is the most recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Invisible for a day, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I WOULD GO AND DISTURB PPL! PPL LIKE CHARLOTTE, VALERIE, AMANDAL! HAHAHA. STOP THEM FROM GETTING BAD TO WORST IN THE THINGS THEY DO! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Stuck on a desert island &amp;amp; could have only one kind of food for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rice? I cant live w/o eating rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Favourite TV commercial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Visa card one. With the monkeys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. If you die tomorrow, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wont be able to enjoy so many things in one day, so I will go round to everybody that I knw to tell them how much I love them in a way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. First thing you'll save in a fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My Life, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Your eye colour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What are the things you always bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Handphone, wallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What did you wanna be when you were a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Police officer? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What do you usually do when the clock turns 7 am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I will be in school alr. But I will either be trying to finish up hw due on that day or just crapping with the usual peeps. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. The colour of your bedsheet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Who you want to meet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future husband? Lol. NOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. How's life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, sad, irritating, enjoyable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111684376764391638?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111684376764391638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111684376764391638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111684376764391638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111684376764391638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/quizzy-quiz.html' title='QUIZZY QUIZ'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111660321749894712</id><published>2005-05-20T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:33:37.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FUNKY FOURTEEN :D</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 0600.&lt;br /&gt;Like any other normal sch days.&lt;br /&gt;Fetched Amandal from her bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Reached EastCoast Macs at 0700.&lt;br /&gt;We planned to reach there at 0745.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow we were there really early.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte reached there at 0645.&lt;br /&gt;Had some breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked ard.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for our non-competitive run to start.&lt;br /&gt;They just hadta go all out to embarrass me. :/&lt;br /&gt;Walked with Charlotte Veronica Renaa Danica.&lt;br /&gt;Sang and just talked about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I came in 43rd. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Stood in the freaking hot sun for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Then we left for TampinesMall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed there.&lt;br /&gt;Dying started to become our topic between Amandal Nicole Renaa and me.&lt;br /&gt;Renaa says she wants to die in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be disfigured. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Was with Charlotte Veronica Renaa Danica Amandal Valerie Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;Renee and Dionne joined us later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandal and Valerie enjoyed riding all the kiddy rides.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So retarded pls.&lt;br /&gt;Sat ard for 1hr just for the discount at PizzaHut.&lt;br /&gt;Amandal is such an embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;She kept hitting the glass cup and attracting all the attention.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to cover my face and get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest left.&lt;br /&gt;Veronica Renee Dionne and me walked ard.&lt;br /&gt;Wenta Century Square.&lt;br /&gt;Just did all the sight seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;Fetched sista from sch.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Jack's place with Mum and her.&lt;br /&gt;Dad had some church stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Back home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum got me a cake but somehow I just dont wanna blow any candles, make any wishes after seeing my CA2 marks.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is not up to my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Will I even meet my mark?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shoudnt get all depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost all the motivation alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BIG GROUP :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys knw who you are la.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for celebrating my bday with me today. (:&lt;br /&gt;You guys did make this day really special.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all lots. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darls for the milk bottle, the testtube thingy and the swts.&lt;br /&gt;I do like them in a way. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;You have been sooo swt.&lt;br /&gt;That note on your blog was really touching.&lt;br /&gt;Love love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like hugging and kissing you. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Im so touched by everything you have done for me like how you feel also la.&lt;br /&gt;That little letter was absolutely cute and special! (:&lt;br /&gt;I love the wallet too.&lt;br /&gt;I will be using it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valerie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cup and towel was absolutely cute.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will use them. (:&lt;br /&gt;The card was so simple but filled with crap. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks la, darling. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danica &amp; Amandal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that two beautiful stuff toy flowers.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do with them?&lt;br /&gt;Anw they are really beautiful la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your present is very nice eh.&lt;br /&gt;Im no beginner in tabe-tennis.&lt;br /&gt;That pathetic bat cant even be used.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks anw. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yingxiu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for the present and jelly.&lt;br /&gt;I totally love the jelly.&lt;br /&gt;Its really nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the so touching note too.&lt;br /&gt;Love you a lot, snr. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yiteng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you will read this.&lt;br /&gt;But nvm.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank you for being so swttt.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for calling ta wish me. (:&lt;br /&gt;I miss you a lot a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Its been 2 yrs since I last saw you.&lt;br /&gt;Lets catch up soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evon, Buddy, Dionne, Twin, Dory, ClaraCho, Annabella, Yingxiu, Charlotte, Zhiwei, Calista, Amandal: Thanks for the smses. Especially those touching ones. -sniffs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the rest of the peeps for the wishes. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111660321749894712?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111660321749894712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111660321749894712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111660321749894712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111660321749894712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-funky-fourteen-d.html' title='MY FUNKY FOURTEEN :D'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111642017921498219</id><published>2005-05-18T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T20:42:59.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVE ME ALONE</title><content type='html'>Im so sick of it okay.&lt;br /&gt;I do not give a damn also.&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111642017921498219?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111642017921498219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111642017921498219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111642017921498219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111642017921498219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/leave-me-alone.html' title='LEAVE ME ALONE'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111633369118001699</id><published>2005-05-17T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T21:05:58.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE (:</title><content type='html'>Woke up in the morning with my Mumma nagging at me.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val and Renaa didnt come to sch today.&lt;br /&gt;Wong thot they pon-ed sch together.&lt;br /&gt;Cos she cant believe they got sick on the same day when they were so active ytd.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day seemed to be super long.&lt;br /&gt;But I wasnt feeling sleepy at all.&lt;br /&gt;I just kept touching Charlotte's hair and disturbing her was alr enough to keep me awake. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is super nice to touch!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. Hahaha. I sound like some pervert. =x&lt;br /&gt;Btw I do not molest ppl's hair as claimed by Charlotte. :D&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; molest her hair! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched some Korean horror movie during Bio lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Not really scary though.&lt;br /&gt;Watched it for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Renee Dionne and me were really damn scared la.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Hiding our faces behind books.&lt;br /&gt;Dont blame us, we cant watch horror movies! (:&lt;br /&gt;Overall, today was fine.&lt;br /&gt;For a really long time, I finally felt peace.&lt;br /&gt;Peace between everyone ; no one quarrelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;Dory just didnt want to close the windows.&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, I could feel the rain.&lt;br /&gt;She took my money and have not returned it yet! Rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandal is seriously suffering from some kind of psychology problem.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that it is not any depressing kind but some crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;And it is affecting us &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;, not her.&lt;br /&gt;She keeps talking to herself.&lt;br /&gt;And that day, she wenta stare at the t-t and Badminton team photos for more than 5 mins!&lt;br /&gt;She also wont stop calling Veronica and me! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Today she went to take some black bag and put it over her hand, and called it Mr. Black.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Im so sad for my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Angel from t-t is super swt la.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for caring so much.&lt;br /&gt;And for the TimeOut and oh-so-nice &lt;strong&gt;LipSmackers&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It did put a smile on my face! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenta Heartland later to collect my new specs after sch. (:&lt;br /&gt;There were these two meant-to-be rich ladies buying Gucci sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;They were so...&lt;br /&gt;I have no comments. :/&lt;br /&gt;Rushed off to my sista's sch to pass her her walk-a-jog card.&lt;br /&gt;I handed up hers by mistake. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111633369118001699?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111633369118001699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111633369118001699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111633369118001699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111633369118001699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/smile.html' title='SMILE (:'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111615121174168120</id><published>2005-05-15T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T18:05:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOUCHED</title><content type='html'>Im like so bothered with certain things.&lt;br /&gt;I settled one thing but the other thing still keeps bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;Sad sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;Anw I will get over it soon.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionne&lt;/strong&gt; was such a sweetheart just now. She has always been a sweetheart la. Lol. Its just that I dont wanna tell her cos she always get all thickskin. Thank you darling for listening and helping me with the Art Research. (: I LOVE YOU A LOT LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candice&lt;/strong&gt; was so sweet just now too. Thank you Buddy! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel like thanking so many ppl who have touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It could have been a month ago, but I just wanna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;And here is the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veronica &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Amandal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Dory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bird&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Evon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yingxiu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jillian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Renee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nicole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Valerie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annabella&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I left out anybody, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna thank those who have been so nice la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111615121174168120?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111615121174168120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111615121174168120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111615121174168120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111615121174168120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/touched.html' title='TOUCHED'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111608445939288039</id><published>2005-05-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:27:39.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POURING.</title><content type='html'>Its pouring outside now.&lt;br /&gt;I so want to sleep! ):&lt;br /&gt;Im struggling with d&amp;t research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie's cousin was being sucha blah.&lt;br /&gt;She wenta bluff me!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry pls.&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111608445939288039?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111608445939288039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111608445939288039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111608445939288039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111608445939288039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/pouring.html' title='POURING.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111607506438002059</id><published>2005-05-14T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:51:32.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST STUDY SESSION :D</title><content type='html'>The last Study Session today.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to be one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;Started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;Did Math and History with Candice next to me, singing.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Im okay with her singing alr. :D&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab to Heartland with Anna Candice Calista and Samantha.&lt;br /&gt;Then Samantha left ta meet her friends.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Burger King for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Candice and me got upsized coke which ended up to be enormous.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take neos.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out really nice except for one with the date.&lt;br /&gt;Anna told me it was the 15th and Calista seeing me writing it twice didnt stop me.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, so thats the only horrible thing.&lt;br /&gt;But the rest was so cute la. (:&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time though it was short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then left for Godma's hse for lunch ; spaghetti! :D&lt;br /&gt;Didnt eat much.&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling full becos I had one whole burger for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Godpa flying off to somewhere in North America today.&lt;br /&gt;Some ulu ulu place.&lt;br /&gt;He had this Seiko watch which costs &lt;strong&gt;600 bucks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It has all the time for the different capitals in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And if you choose this particular capital, the watch hands will start moving to change it to the exact time.&lt;br /&gt;Super super cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;Home home home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been doing Art research for the past few hours.&lt;br /&gt;So much research to do pls.&lt;br /&gt;Btw Jim Warren's surrealistic art is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out here. &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jimwarren.com/fine_main1.html"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offta do research for d&amp;amp;t now.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111607506438002059?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111607506438002059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111607506438002059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111607506438002059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111607506438002059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-study-session-d.html' title='LAST STUDY SESSION :D'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111591124239778646</id><published>2005-05-12T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:24:31.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAK</title><content type='html'>So anw lessons were fine.&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts started going on later.&lt;br /&gt;2B3 is going to split.&lt;br /&gt;We did long ago anw.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl dont be like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenta Heartland with Renee &amp;amp; Dionne.&lt;br /&gt;Had BeefLasagne again.&lt;br /&gt;Burned my hand by accident.&lt;br /&gt;A mark is there alr. ):&lt;br /&gt;Walked ard.&lt;br /&gt;Took neos.&lt;br /&gt;Shitty Dionne.&lt;br /&gt;Was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; annoying. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;TSKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met Mumma at some store to collect her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to get a new pair of specs.&lt;br /&gt;Might be getting contacts if Im fine with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Suckers, I can join you all now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Wenta fetch sista from sch.&lt;br /&gt;Returned to Heartland to get smth again.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;Got Renee her watch.&lt;br /&gt;Its really sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;Homee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pls take very good care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like I said I dont want to see that scene okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are in full control of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And rmb everybody is special in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody's perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dont talk abt perfection anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheer up! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dont waste your Life away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im sick of everything that now Im numb to it alr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy happy for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy happy for us now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is so fun eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111591124239778646?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111591124239778646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111591124239778646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111591124239778646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111591124239778646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/freak.html' title='FREAK'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111573004369931673</id><published>2005-05-10T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:05:17.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIONNE</title><content type='html'>DIONNE IS SO ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;CHATTING WITH HER ONLINE IS LIKE CHASING A FLY AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;She thot that Paddy's nickname, Pappy was a past tense of her name.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;Then she started saying stupid and senseless things.&lt;br /&gt;Look at smth she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIONNE:&lt;/strong&gt; sorry internet cut off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; huh? i didnt even knw pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIONNE:&lt;/strong&gt; because u are dumb like a mum acting like a cum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one irritating thing she does.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;I haveta live with it &lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt;. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111573004369931673?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111573004369931673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111573004369931673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111573004369931673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111573004369931673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/dionne.html' title='DIONNE'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111572781278658945</id><published>2005-05-10T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:36:53.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT</title><content type='html'>Ytd's trng was torture.&lt;br /&gt;Heat and just heat.&lt;br /&gt;All of us didnt even have the mood to train.&lt;br /&gt;Then Kim came and he wants to change long handlers to use short handles.&lt;br /&gt;Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it.&lt;br /&gt;If he forces me, i'll just go crazy pls.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed Renee a little note in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it did cheer her up. (:&lt;br /&gt;And stuff to my Angel.&lt;br /&gt;Hope she liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog test was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Letter writing is changed to tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Had some Bio pop quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Then Chinese compo.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain crapping with that clown sitting in front of me and Veronica today.&lt;br /&gt;That clown which is Charlotte wont stop laughing at what I do, neither can I not laugh at the way she speaks. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;We started having some meetings in the toilet in between lessons.&lt;br /&gt;School ended.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped Veronica at her bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;Instant noodles and lots of cream crackers for lunch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is passing so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this would be a better year for me since last year was a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesnt seem so.&lt;br /&gt;I think its the same just that it is filled with different happenings.&lt;br /&gt;Its the last year we are all going to be together.&lt;br /&gt;Yet we never treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this year might end beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You do not walk a lonely road. You do not walk alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111572781278658945?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111572781278658945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111572781278658945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111572781278658945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111572781278658945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/shit.html' title='SHIT'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111554108500479742</id><published>2005-05-08T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T16:31:25.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>63331411</title><content type='html'>Go call this number if you are free.&lt;br /&gt;Its damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63331411&lt;/strong&gt; is the number.&lt;br /&gt;Wenta give some ppl the number ytd.&lt;br /&gt;They went all jumping mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Go try! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Btw its not any advertising thing.&lt;br /&gt;Its just some govt educating the public number. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111554108500479742?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111554108500479742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111554108500479742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111554108500479742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111554108500479742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/63331411.html' title='63331411'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111535236297424053</id><published>2005-05-06T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:31:13.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEOG GEOG GEOG</title><content type='html'>No school today. :D&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be using the time to study for GeogTest&lt;br /&gt;on tues.&lt;br /&gt;I better do well this time.&lt;br /&gt;Im not happy with my Geog results.&lt;br /&gt;All the maps.&lt;br /&gt;Rahh.&lt;br /&gt;I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid iTunes just hadta go crazy and eat up all my freaking songs.&lt;br /&gt;Have to borrow cds from Veronica,&lt;br /&gt;And get Val to send me songs again. :D&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I dont download songs.&lt;br /&gt;I rather go for the less illegal one.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been talking in my sleep a lot recently. :/&lt;br /&gt;Hope I didnt say anything that is not meant for ppl to hear. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unpredictable Life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111535236297424053?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111535236297424053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111535236297424053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111535236297424053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111535236297424053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/geog-geog-geog.html' title='GEOG GEOG GEOG'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111531125174256727</id><published>2005-05-06T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T01:22:40.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im feeling so down now. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things seem to be going for the down side again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thot all those problems were over and things will be the same again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But its different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything have changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, I hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only I could freeze time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The happy moments would just be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And at that time I didnt knw you yet, so there will be less things on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like sleeping and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Im so sick and tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;Rahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find yourself&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't find you&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111531125174256727?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111531125174256727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111531125174256727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111531125174256727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111531125174256727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/rahh.html' title='RAHH'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111512037187203195</id><published>2005-05-03T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T19:55:09.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOLALA</title><content type='html'>Forgot to bring the ChewyChocs in the morning. =x&lt;br /&gt;Reached school like really early.&lt;br /&gt;0630.&lt;br /&gt;Felt sleepy the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Val kept bugging me to move back to my old place.&lt;br /&gt;But there are a lot of things that are not right.&lt;br /&gt;Got a container of SkittlesGummies from my Angel&lt;br /&gt;in t-t. (:&lt;br /&gt;Val Amandal AND Charlotte kept stealing them.&lt;br /&gt;But Renee took it away from them everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo. She saved my swts. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taped Amandal up with masking tape becos she wouldnt stop dancing.&lt;br /&gt;It was damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;Then vandalising of stuff was going on.&lt;br /&gt;We started drawing nonsense on one another's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;My bottle became one item that would embarrass me if it landed in the wrong hands, all thanks to Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;But I cleaned it off alr. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Jillian, Candice, Dionne and Renee.&lt;br /&gt;Then left for trng.&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring and boring one.&lt;br /&gt;Played the same stuff the whole session.&lt;br /&gt;Was mostly training with Yuting.&lt;br /&gt;She was feeling depressed becos... (:&lt;br /&gt;Then I started becoming depressed when I saw the badminton girls with their trophies.&lt;br /&gt;You knw we could have got them, got one of the Top4 positions back for the school.&lt;br /&gt;Those sad memories are still haunting me. ):&lt;br /&gt;Left with Val after that.&lt;br /&gt;Home home home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My Angel from t-t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thanks for the swt and the note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It was damn sweeeettt! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The style that you carry. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111512037187203195?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111512037187203195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111512037187203195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111512037187203195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111512037187203195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/whoolala.html' title='WHOOLALA'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111504512687268658</id><published>2005-05-02T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:46:43.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEWY CHOCS!</title><content type='html'>Stay home this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Was on the net most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;My godpa just came back from Sweden and got lots of &lt;strong&gt;ChewyChocs&lt;/strong&gt; for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;Im giving my four precious packs to those four that are crazy over it.&lt;br /&gt;On the list is:&lt;br /&gt;x Valerie&lt;br /&gt;x Candice&lt;br /&gt;x Jillian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that want the last pack do come and snatch it!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offta eat icecream again! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111504512687268658?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111504512687268658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111504512687268658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111504512687268658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111504512687268658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/chewy-chocs.html' title='CHEWY CHOCS!'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111487763862246473</id><published>2005-05-01T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T13:52:22.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VAL AGAIN AH</title><content type='html'>Read this and you wanna laugh even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharkabamboo ; I'm A Pillowfile! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you go post my pad thing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharkabamboo ; I'm A Pillowfile! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but seriously, WHISPER PADS SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharkabamboo ; I'm A Pillowfile! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LAURIER PADS ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharkabamboo ; I'm A Pillowfile! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHISPER PADS ARE GROSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharkabamboo ; I'm A Pillowfile! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURIER PADS ARE NOT GROSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharkabamboo ; I'm A Pillowfile! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHISPER PADS LOOKS GROSS WHEN IT ABSORBS THE BLOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharkabamboo ; I'm A Pillowfile! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURIER PADS DOES NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsktsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111487763862246473?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111487763862246473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111487763862246473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111487763862246473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111487763862246473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/val-again-ah.html' title='VAL AGAIN AH'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111487714607913565</id><published>2005-05-01T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T13:50:46.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPYLABOURDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY LABOUR DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val wants me to talk abt her.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much to say so Im putting up smth she said here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharkabamboo; I'm A Pillowfile! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate whisper pads!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharkabamboo; I'm A Pillowfile! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they suck man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111487714607913565?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111487714607913565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111487714607913565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111487714607913565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111487714607913565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/05/happylabourday.html' title='HAPPYLABOURDAY'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111487108718591305</id><published>2005-04-30T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:30:45.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMANDAL</title><content type='html'>Was chatting with Amandal earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;Her user is: CLOUDS are made up of cotten wool and candy floss IM made up of 23 chromosomes.&lt;br /&gt;That is so lame. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So she was suppose to send me some pics.&lt;br /&gt;But it ended up to be her inside.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;SOOO thinkskin!&lt;br /&gt;And her sick cold jokes.&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished her blog and she went offline.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111487108718591305?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111487108718591305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111487108718591305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111487108718591305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111487108718591305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/amandal.html' title='AMANDAL'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111486604718359114</id><published>2005-04-30T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:00:47.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA</title><content type='html'>Woke up 20 mins later but got to sch early for study session.&lt;br /&gt;Anna and me were the earliest.&lt;br /&gt;Sat and waited for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;That girl is seriously very sweet la. (: Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Did Geog notes and Candice was studying History.&lt;br /&gt;We were feeling very restless and started to read the LimeMag.&lt;br /&gt;But the tchers took it away. ):&lt;br /&gt;Candice was acting super retarded+seductive.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;Chitchatted with our tchers.&lt;br /&gt;Then left for Kovan Macs.&lt;br /&gt;Had hotcakes and two hashbrowns.&lt;br /&gt;My fav. (:&lt;br /&gt;Homee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope the barrier is breaking down alr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111486604718359114?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111486604718359114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111486604718359114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111486604718359114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111486604718359114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/lalala.html' title='LALALA'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111478869994539921</id><published>2005-04-29T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:03:13.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUNZHEN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUNZHEN! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day that i would as usual would not want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anw had lunch with Ren Dionne Clara Siangying Amandal.&lt;br /&gt;Had spaghetti again.&lt;br /&gt;I am just crazy over that particular dish in our school. :D&lt;br /&gt;Walked ard then went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;Headed for the hall later for ArtFestivalPerformance.&lt;br /&gt;It was really great.&lt;br /&gt;Amandal was so drama with her bells that all of us just burst out laughing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Walked ard with Dionne.&lt;br /&gt;Bought two brooches from 2A1.&lt;br /&gt;Anna stop saying i didnt support you guys okay. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did some sight-seeing with Candice and Dionne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were looking at ppl at the basketball courts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saw some harp girls playing basketball with their costume+&lt;strong&gt;heels&lt;/strong&gt;. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to class, got changed to our pingpong shirts. (:&lt;br /&gt;Jillian and me were the only two with the white tees.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt knw everybody was getting the gray ones. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked all the way ta JumboRestaurant.&lt;br /&gt;While the sec1s got a ride from MrsHan.&lt;br /&gt;Food was not bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tchers treated us.&lt;br /&gt;Took pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a great time with team-mates. (:&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go bowling but all the lanes were booked till 1030.&lt;br /&gt;Pool tables were not available also.&lt;br /&gt;The rest went into the FamilyRoom to watch the 0900 show.&lt;br /&gt;Im somehow not interested in it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Decided ta leave.&lt;br /&gt;Dad fetched Janilyn home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder why things had to turn out sometimes like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its like I dont want our friendship to go to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The strong foundation, how we built it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now its like all gonna fall and break into bits that will take a long time to build up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If that ever happens, we will just never build it up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the saying goes, once bitten twice shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im trying to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But why is there smth that is blocking us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How I feel now is undescribable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It have affected my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just dont knw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have been a great friend, there to listen to my joys and sorrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think its a waste to lose a friend like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to salvage it, but how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im so confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How I wish this was all a nightmare and it all never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how Im feeling and thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is why I will never be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont want the same thing that happened to Yingxiu happen to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it seems to be turning out like that alr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think maybe you should find someone else you confide in, maybe you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead of finding one, I have less one person I can confide in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111478869994539921?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111478869994539921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111478869994539921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111478869994539921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111478869994539921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday-yunzhen.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUNZHEN.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111433008480992757</id><published>2005-04-24T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T16:20:40.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BDAY YINGXIU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YINGXIU! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward tmr in a way or another.&lt;br /&gt;Our own t-t gathering tmr night. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;Miss all the sec4s a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with Yingxiu and Evon last night through sms.&lt;br /&gt;Funny and sweet snrs. :D&lt;br /&gt;Its so sad when you think that you wont see them how often as you do now, makes me wanna cry. ): -sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicole &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thank you for listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;And seeming to be there for me when there are conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for questioning me non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;When i had only one answer to you: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Renee and Dionne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thanks for listening to my story. (:&lt;br /&gt;And talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jillian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thank you for being so sweet this morning.&lt;br /&gt;That so touching sms. (:&lt;br /&gt;I will be there for you too.&lt;br /&gt;Like how you are always for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is always better to have friends whom you can trust and not talk nonsense.&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/7075390-111433008480992757?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111433008480992757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111433008480992757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111433008480992757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111433008480992757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-bday-yingxiu.html' title='HAPPY BDAY YINGXIU!'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111418141506931538</id><published>2005-04-22T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:53:40.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDIOTS</title><content type='html'>Im feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;I cant go for study session tmr. ):&lt;br /&gt;Im like feeling damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;My throat is hurting.&lt;br /&gt;And my whole body is feeling so hot.&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat ice-cream now.&lt;br /&gt;Offta eat it. :D&lt;br /&gt;And more sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111418141506931538?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111418141506931538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111418141506931538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111418141506931538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111418141506931538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/idiots.html' title='IDIOTS'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111417789645533002</id><published>2005-04-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:55:29.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET LOST</title><content type='html'>I dont want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;But if I keep it to myself I will go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Like what happened during PE.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming is a way to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing this.&lt;br /&gt;This shall be the 5th and last time for this year.&lt;br /&gt;I can see it gone.&lt;br /&gt;That one whole year was just a waste of time, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;You can continue sitting next to her alr.&lt;br /&gt;It shall never be repeated so the only way to solve that, is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Helping you in every way I can.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt seem to be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Its not worth it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am not good enough as a friend for you, maybe I have not done enough for you, maybe I have not stood by you at all.&lt;br /&gt;That may be what you are thinking, but I think I have played a good role as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;What it cant be helped, makes it sound as though I started it.&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;can &lt;/strong&gt;be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave me alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111417789645533002?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111417789645533002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111417789645533002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111417789645533002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111417789645533002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/get-lost.html' title='GET LOST'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111400237721703304</id><published>2005-04-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:10:15.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>Renaa and Amandal sang the loudest during the anthemn.&lt;br /&gt;And both of their voices are not very nice. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So enthusiastic la.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Played Concentration &amp; SayMacaroni outside the ChemLab while waiting for Rajah's lesson to end. :D&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since I last played it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Great fun la.&lt;br /&gt;Math test was much easier than what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val and me did not go for the PublicSpeakingComp. =x&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to Heartland for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;We were all broke.&lt;br /&gt;$30 for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough $!&lt;br /&gt;Valerie is such a slow eater.&lt;br /&gt;She drinks and eats so slow!&lt;br /&gt;I finished &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; mins before her.&lt;br /&gt;And she still didnt want to speed up.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to slap her.&lt;br /&gt;Met Candice and Ruiyi there.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Candice and I started screaming like we were some long lost friends like that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Got some of the stuff for Yingxiu's present.&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111400237721703304?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111400237721703304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111400237721703304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111400237721703304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111400237721703304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/wednesday.html' title='WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111383345733812187</id><published>2005-04-18T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:10:57.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY</title><content type='html'>Reached school early.&lt;br /&gt;0648.&lt;br /&gt;There was like only three persons in my class.&lt;br /&gt;I was nice to smile at Charlotte when I came in.&lt;br /&gt;But she said that it was damn spastic.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not smile at Charlotte next time then.&lt;br /&gt;So we started talking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Later I wenta put Dionne's little tortoise on the top on Nicole's Nike bottle and sprayed it up.&lt;br /&gt;Like volcanic eruption.&lt;br /&gt;I was really amused by it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Diane and Dory had new haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;So many ppl cut their hair today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some psychology talk for assembly.&lt;br /&gt;My ambition was to become a psychiatrist last time.&lt;br /&gt;I think its damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;Read ppl's mind, in a way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was so fun today! :D&lt;br /&gt;Played handball at the park.&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere makes us all so enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Dory, Charms and Twin.&lt;br /&gt;Ate the same food+drink for recess and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Went for trng.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so good after I changed my bat rubber.&lt;br /&gt;Played much better.&lt;br /&gt;Kim didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;I hit Audrey like twice really hard.&lt;br /&gt;First I pushed her head against the water cooler tap and she knocked the side of her mouth. =x&lt;br /&gt;Later I wenta smash so hard, till there was a red mark on her thigh.&lt;br /&gt;SO SORRY AUDREY! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Morzy for telling me all about the streaming stuff. (:&lt;br /&gt;Walked out with Yuting.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted abt the usual stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Homee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna fail all my tests this week.&lt;br /&gt;All the papers are really tough.&lt;br /&gt;Rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Study SuAnn study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111383345733812187?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111383345733812187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111383345733812187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111383345733812187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111383345733812187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/monday.html' title='MONDAY'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111365189941331894</id><published>2005-04-16T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:44:59.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUDYSESSION</title><content type='html'>Val was late again.&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;Went ard ta take some pics with Delvina and her.&lt;br /&gt;Study session was quite okay today.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough we talked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the coffee shop nearby after it.&lt;br /&gt;Rotiprata store was closed so we just got a drink and a little snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetched Val and Paddy ta PayaLebar.&lt;br /&gt;Then fetched Candice home to get her bat.&lt;br /&gt;Mum drove us to ToaPayoh SinTenSports.&lt;br /&gt;I changed my bat rubber and got a pair of t-t shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Candice got a new bat cover and a pair of t-t shoes too. (:&lt;br /&gt;I started browsing through all the different types of rubber there.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew there were &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; many types.&lt;br /&gt;Got a shock pls.&lt;br /&gt;Anw i like Candice's new rubber!&lt;br /&gt;I so want to change to a Carbon bat but my freaking bat is only one year old. ):&lt;br /&gt;Rahh. I shant waste $.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished the calendar!&lt;br /&gt;WHOO. Im so happy.&lt;br /&gt;But i think the standard is not as good as the first one i designed.&lt;br /&gt;I need ppl opinions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111365189941331894?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111365189941331894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111365189941331894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111365189941331894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111365189941331894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/studysession.html' title='STUDYSESSION'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111357719678032190</id><published>2005-04-15T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:59:56.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPYBIRTHDAYELIZABETH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIZABETH! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Have been on the com since 5.&lt;br /&gt;Doing the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;And i just finished doing Val's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Go take a look. (:&lt;br /&gt;Im having backache and my eyeballs feel as though they want to drop out.&lt;br /&gt;I have been absorbing a lot of radiation recently.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Study session tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111357719678032190?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111357719678032190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111357719678032190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111357719678032190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111357719678032190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/happybirthdayelizabeth.html' title='HAPPYBIRTHDAYELIZABETH.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111347978445975918</id><published>2005-04-14T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T20:59:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPRESS AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>Nothing much the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;After school wenta have a break and look for MrsLee.&lt;br /&gt;Regarding our calendar.&lt;br /&gt;She says its good and actually wanted to approve it as a school based fund raising project.&lt;br /&gt;But the school's alumni came before us and booked the plan to do a calendar.&lt;br /&gt;WTH la.&lt;br /&gt;So all we can do is do a small-scale one. ):&lt;br /&gt;Pls support us when we start selling our products!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trng.&lt;br /&gt;Houlaoshi and MrsHan cameta talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;We did some reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;On why we didnt get into top4.&lt;br /&gt;Especially for my division.&lt;br /&gt;Walked out with Yuting after trng.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Kimmie and Wanteng.&lt;br /&gt;Now then i knw the sec1s are not close to one another at all.&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts here and there? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am working on the calendar now.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the picture with the cupboard of trophies outside the general office, i suddenly felt depress again.&lt;br /&gt;Table-tennis did not even get one back for the school.&lt;br /&gt;Houlaoshi say that both divs getting Champs for Zonal is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;It isnt for some of us.&lt;br /&gt;If badminton can, why cant we?&lt;br /&gt;Too many strong opponents?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I still dont wanna believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Call me too emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;I am still thinking a lot abt it.&lt;br /&gt;Im not strong enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111347978445975918?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111347978445975918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111347978445975918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111347978445975918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111347978445975918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/depress-again.html' title='DEPRESS AGAIN.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111340406523329334</id><published>2005-04-13T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:58:39.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOTS</title><content type='html'>Brought the wonderful 16 cakes to school.&lt;br /&gt;Did the cards and gave them out.&lt;br /&gt;Amandal &lt;strong&gt;Frankestein&lt;/strong&gt; is so lame.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we gave a canteen vendor a cake, she will say in chinese 'w/o you i will just die of hunger'.&lt;br /&gt;Super dumb la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went ard with Renee to take pics of the school for our ArtCalendar.&lt;br /&gt;Took abt 100 over pics.&lt;br /&gt;Walked for abt 50 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, good exercise man. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;We took one wondeful video that Amandal will want.&lt;br /&gt;Actually i wanted to take it longer but Renee was being silly and she pressed it off.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Amandal.&lt;br /&gt;But im sure you will scream when you see it tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for Heartland.&lt;br /&gt;Taxi-ed there.&lt;br /&gt;Had our lunch at PizzaHut.&lt;br /&gt;Beef lasagne again. (:&lt;br /&gt;Discussed our design for the AlphaCamp t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Started shopping for Art materials.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to find a smaller version of our calendar casing.&lt;br /&gt;Renee and me were damn happy abt it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;But it comes with a diskette also.&lt;br /&gt;Bought stuff for our Mortals.&lt;br /&gt;Spent a lot of money. :/&lt;br /&gt;We both got a small tortoise! :D&lt;br /&gt;And phone stickers.&lt;br /&gt;Renee got her choclate eclair from Delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;Wenta buy another 24 cakes from the cakerie.&lt;br /&gt;Had a break there with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Homee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been working on the calendar for the last 5 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;And im only at April.&lt;br /&gt;-Yawns&lt;br /&gt;Im offta sleep alr.&lt;br /&gt;Trng tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Rahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111340406523329334?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111340406523329334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111340406523329334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111340406523329334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111340406523329334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/whoots.html' title='WHOOTS'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111330383259589449</id><published>2005-04-12T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:31:20.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIYA</title><content type='html'>I was being all hyper in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;We were being locked out of our class becos someone left the key in the classroom &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling bored.&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to call everybody that i see downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;But it happened that everytime i did that i started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charlotte stop saying i took Ecstasy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i was quite loud becos Yuting frm the other side of the block could hear me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val told me abt her wonderful dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;So whatever pls.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;It could turn out the opposite but my dear Partner i will be hoping it would happen in Real Life for you. :D&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that an _____ a day keeps the doctor away!&lt;br /&gt;Now i knw why recently you so healthy eh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate the chp we are studying for Bio now.&lt;br /&gt;-PUKES&lt;br /&gt;Gross.&lt;br /&gt;We are playing Angel&amp;amp;Mortal in our class.&lt;br /&gt;I roughly knw who is my Angel alr la.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns&lt;br /&gt;No more fun. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anw my Mortal is going to be so happy that im her Angel.&lt;br /&gt;She will receive gifts from me.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenta buy the cakes after school.&lt;br /&gt;We are giving cakes to the school staff and all for our KindnessWeek.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get 15 only.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Mum.&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes i feel like giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That smile of yours. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111330383259589449?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111330383259589449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111330383259589449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111330383259589449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111330383259589449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/aiya.html' title='AIYA'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111305549791968866</id><published>2005-04-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T22:19:57.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICNIC</title><content type='html'>Met Val and Renee at the bus-stop at 0515.&lt;br /&gt;Walked round the whole of MaplePark to find our classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Took stupid pics.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed at one another.&lt;br /&gt;Then we settled down at a grass patch.&lt;br /&gt;What picnic it was la.&lt;br /&gt;We dont even have any snack.&lt;br /&gt;Had to buy our own food.&lt;br /&gt;Had super spicy popiah, cupcorn, peanuts, beehoon, candyfloss, cartwheels.&lt;br /&gt;Snacked and snacked.&lt;br /&gt;Queues were really long.&lt;br /&gt;Took a whole lot of balloons.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Dory awhile.&lt;br /&gt;We sure do need to catch up with one another.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt even see LeeHsienLoong.&lt;br /&gt;For once, i wasnt thinking abt the matches.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;So we chit-chatted, took more pics.&lt;br /&gt;Lazed around.&lt;br /&gt;The balloon strings were all entangled on Val's bag.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Clara pulled in out and we let them all off.&lt;br /&gt;Flying high above the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Left after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i think abt studies now, table-tennis just comes into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And that makes me not want to study.&lt;br /&gt;So discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;Sighh.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;Images of matches and trainings have been flashing across my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness just fills my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111305549791968866?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111305549791968866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111305549791968866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111305549791968866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111305549791968866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/picnic.html' title='PICNIC'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111302827772893805</id><published>2005-04-09T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T14:31:17.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOHOO</title><content type='html'>Study session today.&lt;br /&gt;Candice didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt do much at all.&lt;br /&gt;Staring into blank space most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Later Val and me wenta save WoodbridgeHospital numbers in her jnrs' phones.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy okay.&lt;br /&gt;We couldnt stop laughing la.&lt;br /&gt;So took Val's mum car to SerangoonGarden Macs.&lt;br /&gt;Had 3 harshbrowns and some hotcakes.&lt;br /&gt;Anna went to ask for a balloon and later wrote some encouragement words and gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, AhBoyFriend! (:&lt;br /&gt;Homee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with Paddy now. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Alrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting LeeHsienLoong later at MaplePark.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Im in no mood but maybe i am now.&lt;br /&gt;Becos...&lt;br /&gt;LALALA.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I better get going to do my research now.&lt;br /&gt;On sperms and eggs! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111302827772893805?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111302827772893805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111302827772893805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111302827772893805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111302827772893805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/whoohoo.html' title='WHOOHOO'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111302247062421190</id><published>2005-04-09T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T16:34:46.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMDAMNSAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ytd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did ChungCheng have to lose to PresbytarianHigh.&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that singles always very good?&lt;br /&gt;This kind of situations have been happening to my team.&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time.&lt;br /&gt;Once in PrimarySix.&lt;br /&gt;That is why it is harder to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;We shouldnt have lost to PresbytarianHigh.&lt;br /&gt;Its so freakingly wasted.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again i have told myself its all over, but i just cannot accept the fact that both divisions are not in top4.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was so happy when laoshi picked the schools we were going to play with for Cdiv.&lt;br /&gt;We pictured ourselves getting top4 positions.&lt;br /&gt;And what happened?&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH. -SLAPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets work hard for 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Like what Evon said, lets make a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like im contradicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKEUP SUANN.&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows what could happen.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you do, just keep on laughing&lt;br /&gt;One thing's true, there's always a brand new day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111302247062421190?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111302247062421190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111302247062421190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111302247062421190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111302247062421190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/imdamnsad.html' title='IMDAMNSAD'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111287850926547970</id><published>2005-04-07T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:30:20.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>Felt depressed the whole freaking morning.&lt;br /&gt;Stoning and thinking abt it.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so glad that i took my HistoryTest before my class.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;A burden off my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Music was so shitty.&lt;br /&gt;Dionne is my partner for music, so you can expect nonsense frm her.&lt;br /&gt;Our movie sounds are so retarded!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what did we save our project as.&lt;br /&gt;2B3DIONNE&amp;SUANN.PAD&lt;br /&gt;WTH. Dionne typed the pad okay.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she wanted to type smth else? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy recess.&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T theory is so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Amandal is sitting opposite me.&lt;br /&gt;All the nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;FRANKENSTEIN EH.&lt;br /&gt;She is called Frankenstein.&lt;br /&gt;And she LOVES it!&lt;br /&gt;Left for tournament after that.&lt;br /&gt;Trained.&lt;br /&gt;Kimpy fired our division.&lt;br /&gt;All attack with Candice&amp;Mansan.&lt;br /&gt;24-22.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza and a drink for my lunch only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingxiu is so annoying. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;She kept provoking me.&lt;br /&gt;So anw Cdiv beat ChungCheng 4-1.&lt;br /&gt;Bdiv's match was really wasted la.&lt;br /&gt;We could have won.&lt;br /&gt;Line-up again.&lt;br /&gt;2-3.&lt;br /&gt;Both divisions must really jiayou a lot tmr.&lt;br /&gt;LETS PLAY OUR BEST!&lt;br /&gt;Waited for half an hour for the bus to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Discussed abt the line-up for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this time our line-up will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;On the journey back to school, a few of us started getting hyper especially Janice.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed and did stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;She kept disturbing me la.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at 7.&lt;br /&gt;Fetched Tangqian and Birdss home.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey squeezed into my Mum's car without knowing where we are going.&lt;br /&gt;And just started crapping a whole lot. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;In the end she just dropped at the bus-stop outside our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Why of all of the day im having compo test tmr?&lt;br /&gt;And cutting into the time im suppose to leave class.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Impt match tmr.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to do a draft and memorise it all so i can finish my paper in half an hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;Marhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red&amp;amp;orange.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111287850926547970?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111287850926547970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111287850926547970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111287850926547970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111287850926547970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/blah.html' title='BLAH'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111278583674759764</id><published>2005-04-06T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:22:00.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOSTFORWORDS.</title><content type='html'>Why did it have to end like that?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;We could have beat Pesbytarian High.&lt;br /&gt;Score: 2-3.&lt;br /&gt;It was so close.&lt;br /&gt;The rain was there is mourn with us.&lt;br /&gt;I knw we cannot be victorious all the time.&lt;br /&gt;We are sure to meet with failures.&lt;br /&gt;But this is somehow too shocking, too sudden, too unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Its indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;Now we must win the next two matches to confirm our place in top4.&lt;br /&gt;Its so much pressure.&lt;br /&gt;It all lied with the line-up.&lt;br /&gt;I hope today's match wont affect my mood tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Will it?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;Im just so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Bdiv played really well against SingaporeSportsSchool eventhough they lost 2-3.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou everybody in tmr's matches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111278583674759764?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111278583674759764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111278583674759764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111278583674759764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111278583674759764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/lostforwords.html' title='LOSTFORWORDS.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111269975488032297</id><published>2005-04-05T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:23:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDIOTIC</title><content type='html'>Geog test is like some sure-fail kind of test.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt even study or learn anything abt it pls.&lt;br /&gt;Study like a whole lot and only a few freaking questions abt it came out.&lt;br /&gt;Tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anw English lesson was really good.&lt;br /&gt;FUN! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We did some romantic writing.&lt;br /&gt;And this is my group's script:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come what may, I will love you till my dying day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thou art, if you are the teeth, I am the plaque.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are the hair, I am the head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my blood flowing through my veins, w/o it, I will just die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my source of strength, my hope when I am down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are everything that I wanted, if you do leave, I will just be like a wandering soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you in my arms to hold you tight and never let you go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are always mine spiritually, mentally, physically.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are no infatuation,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No crush, no puppy love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only true love for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MrsTan says its very passionate.&lt;br /&gt;The last three lines are my creation. (:&lt;br /&gt;Touching huh? Of course. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the chp we are studying for Bio now.&lt;br /&gt;All the sexual organs just make me wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;But for some of my classmates, they are just too excited abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with Anna, Val and Twin.&lt;br /&gt;Trng.&lt;br /&gt;The match with Tangqian and Tanchun is insane la.&lt;br /&gt;A 11-point set ending at 21-23.&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Plus with Tangqian's corner shots.&lt;br /&gt;Super super exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;Im so disappointed with Val.&lt;br /&gt;She is suppose to support me, not throw my face away!&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Valerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thank you for helping my clear my name once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thank you for taking my face and crushing it and throwing it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thank you for eating most of my swt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thank you VERY MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;[im being sarcastic here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yuting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thank you for lending a wonderful listening ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Very good one huh. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cdiv is playing with Cedar and Bdiv is playing with SingaporeSportsSchool tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us encouragement pple. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111269975488032297?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111269975488032297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111269975488032297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111269975488032297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111269975488032297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/idiotic.html' title='IDIOTIC'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111253037613907917</id><published>2005-04-03T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T20:12:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-FROWNS</title><content type='html'>Studying the whole day makes me feel so lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;History test on Monday and Geog test on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Im so not looking forward to school on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Im so fustrated and disppointed.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111253037613907917?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111253037613907917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111253037613907917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111253037613907917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111253037613907917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/frowns.html' title='-FROWNS'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111236942832060356</id><published>2005-04-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T00:00:29.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SADSADSAD</title><content type='html'>Stupid msn is having some stupid problems.&lt;br /&gt;What service too busy?&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. I need to talk to Val!&lt;br /&gt;And she is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be happy that i said that, Val.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHERE ARE YOU?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No SportsDay for t-t and badminton teams.&lt;br /&gt;Tournament for us. (:&lt;br /&gt;Bought some toasts in the morning for breakfasts.&lt;br /&gt;Hadta get some for Val too.&lt;br /&gt;The uncle got all my orders wrong and i ended up with &lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt; pieces of toasts.&lt;br /&gt;But managed to clear them all.&lt;br /&gt;Kimpy was talking so much then he started firing everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;Was in the horrible-est form.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt train properly at all.&lt;br /&gt;TSKK.&lt;br /&gt;Started feeling so sad.&lt;br /&gt;It spoiled my &lt;strong&gt;entire&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;Moodswings?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with RiverValley.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Twin and me played like shit la.&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;-slaps&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Both divs beat them 5-0.&lt;br /&gt;Whoots.&lt;br /&gt;Then Twin left for her Jap class.&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;on and Yingxiu are very cute.&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand them.&lt;br /&gt;They two are so retarded!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I think Audddss is damn cool. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;If you have no idea who is Audddss, it is Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;I better dont say anymore if not she gets too thickskin.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;For the SecondRound, our div's grp is good.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to houlaoshi's lucky fingers.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEHER. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Bdiv is meeting all the strong schs.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure you guys can do it. Dont give up! JIAYOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Talked abt stuff in the bus with Yuting.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should do &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-nods head.&lt;br /&gt;Home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now im still trying to sign into msn.&lt;br /&gt;But it just keeps getting me to ask for Help or Troubleshoot.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO TALK TO VALERIE AND I SERIOUSLY DO!&lt;br /&gt;I need opinions, opinions!&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, HAPPY APRIL'S FOOL.&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt pranked on neither anyone was.&lt;br /&gt;What a horrible April's Fool.&lt;br /&gt;Last year was more fun.&lt;br /&gt;I remember all the stupid things we did.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' memories. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111236942832060356?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111236942832060356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111236942832060356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111236942832060356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111236942832060356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/04/sadsadsad.html' title='SADSADSAD'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111218767329340582</id><published>2005-03-30T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:10:28.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>School was so fine today.&lt;br /&gt;Except for all the tests marks. ):&lt;br /&gt;Borderline passed my Chinese and English.&lt;br /&gt;Both languages.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i just haveta buck up!&lt;br /&gt;Pull up my socks.&lt;br /&gt;Home after school.&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt go for HouseMeeting.&lt;br /&gt;Do i even need to go?&lt;br /&gt;I dont knw. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been studying for the last few hours.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;I am so prepared for Science test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;Crapped with Charlotte the marlot a whole lot earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;One sickening woman.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to talk to her again! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So dinner now, and im offta sleep early!&lt;br /&gt;Ready for a good trng tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ytd/290305&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like blogging abt ytd.&lt;br /&gt;So here i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left class at 1050 after English test.&lt;br /&gt;Trained and lunched.&lt;br /&gt;Drank the soup with lots of chilli padi.&lt;br /&gt;Was reallyreally spicy.&lt;br /&gt;Candice and me were jumping all over.&lt;br /&gt;And Jillian was so calm abt it.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad tummyache+cramps later.&lt;br /&gt;Candice, your pill worked!&lt;br /&gt;Or did it not?&lt;br /&gt;Anw thanks! (:&lt;br /&gt;Offta ChungCheng.&lt;br /&gt;It was the worst match i have played.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a total daze and Jillian was winning all the points.&lt;br /&gt;The very last set last point was crap.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even knw we won it.&lt;br /&gt;And their coach, so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;So anw we beat &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; sch, 4-1.&lt;br /&gt;Bdiv lost to Cedar.&lt;br /&gt;WE, Cdiv will be always behind you guys and cheer for you all continuously!&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou in Friday's match!&lt;br /&gt;Cold joking on the bus back.&lt;br /&gt;Super dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Janilyn and her stupid answers. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Left school at 7.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner out.&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed once i got home.&lt;br /&gt;Tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see you lookin at me&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm some kind of freak&lt;br /&gt;Get up outta your seat&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you do somethin'?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111218767329340582?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111218767329340582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111218767329340582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111218767329340582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111218767329340582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/03/wednesday_30.html' title='WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111200920077653222</id><published>2005-03-28T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T19:29:34.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRSTDAYOFNATIONALS</title><content type='html'>Morning assembly was torturous.&lt;br /&gt;Val and me were made to sit in the middle of nowhere in a small tiny place.&lt;br /&gt;Its like we arent that skinny okay.&lt;br /&gt;The talk was boring in a way but i didnt fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Heard that my grp did well for our Art project from Renee.&lt;br /&gt;Im damn happy abt it.&lt;br /&gt;At least the many hours spent on it paid off especially the calendar which seem to impress MrsOng a lot. The 9 hrs spent on it isnt so bad after all! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for Competititon at 1125.&lt;br /&gt;Had one horrible lunch.&lt;br /&gt;No appetite at all.&lt;br /&gt;Trained awhile and off to ChungCheng.&lt;br /&gt;Some particular school just had to use&lt;em&gt; such&lt;/em&gt; methods to try to understand how we play.&lt;br /&gt;Its not against any rule but do you even have to do that?&lt;br /&gt;Its not like we cant beat you.&lt;br /&gt;For we &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Both divs beat Evergreen.&lt;br /&gt;GanEngSeng tmr.&lt;br /&gt;ChungCheng's canteen has some really good food there and one of it is the ham&amp;amp;cheese omelette. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;-licks lips. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Crapped alot on the way back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Played the WhereIsThePeanutGame.&lt;br /&gt;Then we, the sec2s, started talking abt the good ol' primary school tournament days where we did the dumbest and silliest things and sang the stupidest song. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Walked out with Yingxiu.&lt;br /&gt;Homeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anw Val told me something which is something from someone that thot too far.&lt;br /&gt;And that something made me change my mind about something.&lt;br /&gt;The something she thot abt is not the something which i have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;So she is obviously getting the wrong idea.&lt;br /&gt;TSK. I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111200920077653222?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111200920077653222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111200920077653222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111200920077653222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111200920077653222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/03/firstdayofnationals.html' title='FIRSTDAYOFNATIONALS'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111176846211396107</id><published>2005-03-26T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:34:22.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin</title><content type='html'>Didnt want to go and sleep, so i decided to do a new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;See all the retarded cartoon girls?&lt;br /&gt;They are so cute! (: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Am too tired now.&lt;br /&gt;Time ta sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111176846211396107?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111176846211396107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111176846211396107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111176846211396107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111176846211396107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-blogskin.html' title='new blogskin'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111176329684969036</id><published>2005-03-25T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:08:16.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday</title><content type='html'>Valerie the celery was being irritating earlier.&lt;br /&gt;I have better pple to crush than you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Same for Dory! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Im getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;My throat is super sore.&lt;br /&gt;Partly becos i got the virus frm Val and also that i have been eating a lot of heaty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Im getting sick at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, trng tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Offta sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111176329684969036?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111176329684969036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111176329684969036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111176329684969036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111176329684969036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/03/friday.html' title='friday'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111116705300849271</id><published>2005-03-18T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T02:27:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trng early in the morning.</title><content type='html'>Problems waking up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;And i reached primary school the earliest for trng.&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Janice, Candice and Twin.&lt;br /&gt;9.45 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;So many hours of sleep gone away.&lt;br /&gt;Got the cookies from Candice.&lt;br /&gt;It tastes great! (:&lt;br /&gt;With those rubber stuff that is suppose to be undissolved brown sugar.&lt;br /&gt;I can still taste it in my mouth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained with jnrs.&lt;br /&gt;Twin was in a really good form eventhough she had horrible blisters on her feets.&lt;br /&gt;She said she saw some pple which i dont want to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Lunched later at SerangoonMarket.&lt;br /&gt;We were all really bloated and had so much difficulties walking.&lt;br /&gt;Supported one another all the way back.&lt;br /&gt;Twin and me started massaging everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Its damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;Free massage anyone? :D&lt;br /&gt;Im sure you wont regret it.&lt;br /&gt;Not at all! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Trng started at 3 instead of 1.&lt;br /&gt;Some rehearsal stuff in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Trained doubles.&lt;br /&gt;Played like shit la.&lt;br /&gt;Walked out with Yingxiu and Yuting. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou Yingxiu for dropping my bag on the floor, you crushed all the precious cookies! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Homeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward to Monday! :D&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But i have lost the mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna finish all the hw tmr.&lt;br /&gt;And for Sunday, my Art group is meeting at &lt;strong&gt;7.45AM&lt;/strong&gt; to do our Art project.&lt;br /&gt;How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111116705300849271?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111116705300849271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111116705300849271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111116705300849271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111116705300849271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/03/trng-early-in-morning.html' title='Trng early in the morning.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075390.post-111099179886734419</id><published>2005-03-16T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T00:49:58.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible trng.</title><content type='html'>One word to describe today's trng: HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;Plain horrid.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to talk abt it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yingxiu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cheer up alrites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am seriously touched by what you have said! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw im planning to change my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Will do that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;Smth had made me feel so good that i couldnt stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Something which only Valerie knws. (:&lt;br /&gt;Dont try to ask her.&lt;br /&gt;She wont tell you! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7075390-111099179886734419?l=wishhuponastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/feeds/111099179886734419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075390&amp;postID=111099179886734419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111099179886734419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075390/posts/default/111099179886734419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishhuponastar.blogspot.com/2005/03/horrible-trng.html' title='Horrible trng.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
