<?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-22430131</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:28:29.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soundout</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Grace</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>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22430131.post-114787383510056057</id><published>2006-05-17T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:13.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished some amath mugging and watching ai.&lt;br /&gt;yeah its not much fun now that my lovely favourite is out but ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now rooting for elliot. man that guy can sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway;&lt;br /&gt;for those who know what happened over the last two days and tried to cheer me up, i thank you guys(:&lt;br /&gt;and for those who didn't know but tried to make me happy, thanks too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hil; for being there in the morning when i just woke up feeling super crap cos of my swollen eyes and horrid headache and sad mood and just being so caring and concerned and asking me what the matter was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam; for accompanying me to the GO to borrow new uniform and being so darn nice to wait for me while i changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: thankyouuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway; its sorta better now, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;made up and all with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;but its still hurts, what she did.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;been writing alot and reflecting alot in my notebook as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been trying to be normal in school though, i think i suceeded.&lt;br /&gt;but damn i hate what happened.&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts so much i don't really wanna tell anyone so no one knows yet.&lt;br /&gt;but argh i'll push through la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to the album "united we stand" by hillsongs united.&lt;br /&gt;i especially lke the song "from the inside out"&lt;br /&gt;its slow and contemplative and makes me feel really great when i listen to in on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to trust that the Lord will bring me out of this.&lt;br /&gt;cause if He can't, no one else can&lt;br /&gt;and i know He can(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been an awfully &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; year.&lt;br /&gt;one heck of a year that isn't even halfway done.&lt;br /&gt;but i keep telling myself, this is His test, part of His plan, to make me weak and humbled to seek Him.&lt;br /&gt;and through all this i see His message of love, to lean on Him, trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;i will (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although this year is leaving me incredibly drained, i feel so close to Him and it feels great(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in brokeness come beauty; divine fragility &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite line;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i'm super down, i just think of that and i remember how He will turn this into something perfect;&lt;br /&gt;from dirty imperfect and shapeless clay, He will mould it into priceless pottery;&lt;br /&gt;faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway;&lt;br /&gt;amath test tmr, emath test on friday&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn damn tired of studying for it alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;strength, i need strength.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm really super... drained.&lt;br /&gt;need to rest.&lt;br /&gt;pffts.&lt;br /&gt;thankgod there's no school on mon&amp;tues thanks to ptd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none;"&gt;A thousand times I've failed&lt;br /&gt;Still Your mercy remains&lt;br /&gt;And should I stumble again&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your will above all else&lt;br /&gt;My purpose remains&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing myself&lt;br /&gt;In bringing You praise&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart and my soul&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give You control&lt;br /&gt;Consume me from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Lord let justice and praise&lt;br /&gt;Become my embrace&lt;br /&gt;To love you from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;And the cry of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is to bring You praise&lt;br /&gt;From the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Lord my soul cries out&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;in all these circumstances; still i will triumph in You.&lt;br /&gt;not by my strength but by Yours;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114787383510056057?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114787383510056057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114787383510056057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114787383510056057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114787383510056057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/roar.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114770137830607766</id><published>2006-05-15T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:12.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm officially damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;headache.&lt;br /&gt;): arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday running with char was great(:&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much char; &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pictures of us stoning all ard the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geddit?&lt;br /&gt;geddit?&lt;br /&gt;geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah xuewen the slow took SO long to get it.&lt;br /&gt;walau.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she and shonda locked themselves into the cupboard at the back of the ava rm.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;haha so cara and i were like eeps.&lt;br /&gt;so i shouted, omg stop hankypankying! get outta there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;gay people.&lt;br /&gt;-looks disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;haah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit today was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;for the life of me i had absolutely NO IDEA what the lecture was talking about ):&lt;br /&gt;i kept deperately staring at my notes trying to make sense of it and i was like o.O&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;got a headache from that.&lt;br /&gt;felt really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;and i got smacked on the back of my head by miss sie for talking during the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;and later on she told us abt being considerate when others are talking by listening.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;felt really bad about that.&lt;br /&gt;rah.&lt;br /&gt;that's when my day got damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double english was alright though thank god.&lt;br /&gt;was quite happy abt my summary(: didn't think i'd do well for it cos ugh my summary sucks.&lt;br /&gt;but thankgod it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach is always so uber understanding when i'm down (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp and then afterschool, tuition with jodie.&lt;br /&gt;and what the -beep.&lt;br /&gt;i found out that i stained my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't freaking know till i went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i was so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;went back to the rm and complained to jo.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt damn gross and icky and dirty after that ):):):&lt;br /&gt;that was another damn low point of the day.&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah la.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights.&lt;br /&gt;off i go(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114770137830607766?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114770137830607766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114770137830607766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114770137830607766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114770137830607766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-officially-damn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114759565272168430</id><published>2006-05-14T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:12.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1662.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this photo while clearing through old photos and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;whooppee(:&lt;br /&gt;taken on 281205&lt;br /&gt;mel's birthday and the day before mine.(:&lt;br /&gt;this was at lido, before we were gonna watch narnia with the rest of youth.&lt;br /&gt;mel and cheryl in the background with abit of char. (see the blue uni?) heh.&lt;br /&gt;but most of alll....&lt;br /&gt;centerstage: POOHBEAR :D&lt;br /&gt;my birthday present from xw and cara which i refused to let go of cos i  thought it was like damn cute. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;and holding it up is me and my jacket arm :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell (: i loved that day.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;alrights.&lt;br /&gt;haha(: uploading photos of friendster! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114759565272168430?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114759565272168430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114759565272168430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114759565272168430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114759565272168430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/found-this-photo-while-clearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114759634687474138</id><published>2006-05-14T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:12.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EI SO FUN/.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha quizfrom friendster and its something i'll ace okay(:&lt;br /&gt;cos its calledd....&lt;br /&gt;HOW NERDY ARE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha veryvery -nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i'm trying to kill time before i go pick up char so...&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;quiz!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you wear/own a pair of glasses&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've played some sort of video game 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;straight&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you have GI Joes or toy dinosours&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you pack your lunch to school&lt;br /&gt;[x] reading books is fun&lt;br /&gt;total = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you go to the library to "hang out"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you get good grades&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've corrected people's grammar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] math class rocks!&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've told someone a joke and nobody laughed&lt;br /&gt;total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like eating chinese food with chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you've won the spelling bee&lt;br /&gt;[ ] girls/boys have cooties!&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've watched t.v for 4 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sports are just not my thing&lt;br /&gt;total = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you have/had a pet tarantula, snake, and/or&lt;br /&gt;lizard&lt;br /&gt;[x] you cried because you got an F on something&lt;br /&gt;[ ] your homework is ALWAYS turned in on time&lt;br /&gt;[ ] your NEVER late for class&lt;br /&gt;[x] spiderman is the coolest superhero EVER!!!! YA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you corrected the teacher&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you want to be a doctor or surgeon when you&lt;br /&gt;grow up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you have a napolean dynamite t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;[x] you always have a pen or pencil for class&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you're an honor student&lt;br /&gt;total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've never cheated on a test/quiz&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I dont care about my looks...I have school work&lt;br /&gt;to worry about!&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've tripped and fallen in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spiders and bugs are way cool!&lt;br /&gt;total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADD THEM ALL UP AND MULTIPLY BY 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm 24% nerdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FREAK I FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL(:&lt;br /&gt;how funny is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but the questions are all so lame ass la.&lt;br /&gt;ahaahhaha(:&lt;br /&gt;go do it and see what you get.&lt;br /&gt;this is so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;-falls of chair laughing.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114759634687474138?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114759634687474138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114759634687474138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114759634687474138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114759634687474138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/ei-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114759321111293644</id><published>2006-05-14T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:12.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i doubt any mothers will be reading my blog but...&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, homecell was good(:&lt;br /&gt;omg we laughed so hard we all have stomaches already. (:&lt;br /&gt;it was SO SO SO super funny. haha ser, sheryl, char and i.&lt;br /&gt;the funniest part was when i was lying on my back on char's bed.&lt;br /&gt;and then char started laughing and asked me to look at something on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;so i leaned up halfway to look and i saw ______ and i screamed with laughter and promptly...&lt;br /&gt;rolled off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA(: madness i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;sososso funny.&lt;br /&gt;can die man.(:&lt;br /&gt;i love them. (: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;damn funnny pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ser and sheryl left.&lt;br /&gt;continued talking to char.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEYOU DEAR(:&lt;br /&gt;and i always will.&lt;br /&gt;talked about stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;omg seriously sometimes i think our situations are so similar is so damn scary and creepy.&lt;br /&gt;but like i told ser today, maybe our situations are God's divine coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;we will get through this char(: i love youuuu (:&lt;br /&gt;and then she showed me some smses.&lt;br /&gt;sighhhh ): grace why the heck are you so BLIND?!&lt;br /&gt;-sighs. i swear i'm so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;got home at 12+.&lt;br /&gt;crashed at near 2?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;no flashback.&lt;br /&gt;He answers prayers(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;so today..&lt;br /&gt;had cell in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i was late but thankgoodness they were all still there(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus down to the new place. haha i had no idea where we were honestly.&lt;br /&gt;haha disorientating.&lt;br /&gt;but omg the new place rocks(: cos we finally have the whole rm to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;hahaaaa(: our cell rocks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell today was slack cos nice elissa decided we wld be too tired studying alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;haah (erm not true for non mid people like me) hoho :D&lt;br /&gt;but we discussed alot of issues.&lt;br /&gt;and sharing and prayer and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;thanks you guys(: the best advice givers(: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;praypraypray.&lt;/span&gt; -nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He will provide a way&lt;/span&gt;. yepps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and serene ng, i misss you stupid.&lt;br /&gt;haha although you nearly shoved me down the stairs while i was talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;good luck for the mids!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;su ern and mel too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bus back to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mothers day lunch! was damn nice. we went to this tiny little place and the food was good and all(:&lt;br /&gt;i love my mum. (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then come home, studystudy.&lt;br /&gt;chemmm ): argh.&lt;br /&gt;cannot recall zilch.&lt;br /&gt;go awayy olevels. ):&lt;br /&gt;go awayyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ptd in two weeeks.&lt;br /&gt;-gulp.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dman bored.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for 530to hurry up come to i can go running with char :D&lt;br /&gt;yayayay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;learning to let go of what's lost to me &amp;amp; what cannot be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114759321111293644?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114759321111293644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114759321111293644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114759321111293644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114759321111293644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114751126415855453</id><published>2006-05-13T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:12.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;Lets go;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait this nights almost over;&lt;br /&gt;Honest;&lt;br /&gt;Lets make this night last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lets make this last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you smile, I melt inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worthy for one minute of your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really wish it was only me and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of everybody in the room&lt;br /&gt;Please dont look at me with those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please dont hint that your capable of lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sick strange darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comes creeping on so haunting every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop this pain tonight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Fate fell short this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your smile fades in the summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do we go from here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This place was never the same again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After you came and went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can you say you meant anything different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone standing alone&lt;br /&gt;On the street with a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;On the first night we met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look to the past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And remember and smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe tonight&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the scene&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' asleep&lt;br /&gt;But then all that it means is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll always be dreaming of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114751126415855453?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114751126415855453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114751126415855453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114751126415855453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114751126415855453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/lets-go-dont-wait-this-nights-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114750901971139416</id><published>2006-05-13T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none;"&gt;Another turning point a fork stuck in the road&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test and don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question but a lesson learned in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;But in the end is right&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the photographs and still frames in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth it was worth all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;But in the end is right&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life&lt;/pre&gt;listened to this song while waiting for dad to pick me up after tuition.&lt;br /&gt;its nice(:&lt;br /&gt;haven't really listened to green day in eons and eons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i told ser last time (remember ser?) i used to not be able to sleep at night cos i'd have these horrid flashbacks of memories and then get upset and cry.&lt;br /&gt;but i haven't had them for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;and last night, i had one.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;it seems so damn real its scary.&lt;br /&gt;i hope they don't come back. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;trying to do physics assignment now but my brain is like ----.&lt;br /&gt;pffts. physics tuition today was like deadening.&lt;br /&gt;i kept repeating to myself _____. and thinking about ______.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;poof.&lt;br /&gt;but hey i understood faraday's law, lenz law and the grip rule stuff finally! (:&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now ______ is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;): roar.&lt;br /&gt;i hate flashbacks.&lt;br /&gt;its damn scary and painful and bahs.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! -happy thoughts grace happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well!&lt;br /&gt;today was fun(:&lt;br /&gt;mum dragged me shopping with her.&lt;br /&gt;ermm yeah. no comment, shopping was boring but we talked and talked and had fun talking.&lt;br /&gt;yeahs!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lunch, tuition, come home.&lt;br /&gt;-yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but home cell later (: -beams.&lt;br /&gt;hohohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, physics ): and then lit paper. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my entries are getting bimbotic. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12days&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;byebyebye :D&lt;br /&gt;and no, its not 12days to the end of school, its 13days.&lt;br /&gt;i'm counting down to a different day la. haha(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114750901971139416?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114750901971139416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114750901971139416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114750901971139416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114750901971139416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-turning-point-fork-stuck-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114742285312380041</id><published>2006-05-12T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:12.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eheh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a sudden urge to blog so whoppee i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having dry eyes though, from sleeping late last night, so pfft i can't see the screen properly.&lt;br /&gt;but OHWELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was killer.&lt;br /&gt;polished off all my weekend homework except the physics online assignment that i am procrasinating on cos my physics is like ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i designed the lit mag cover and layout.&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn satisfied with the way its turned out! (:&lt;br /&gt;ITS NICE.&lt;br /&gt;reallly man(:&lt;br /&gt;and i found all these really nice quotes about literature by famous people which i'm gonna add in so its like YAY(;&lt;br /&gt;haha nicenicenice :D&lt;br /&gt;-big grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was 12 when i finished and i couldn't sleep so i packed and filed all my worksheets and notes and organised my study cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah digress, my study cupboard rocks(:&lt;br /&gt;its a full length closet meant to hold clothes.&lt;br /&gt;but cos i sleep in the master bedrm that my parents generously let me have cos they're never ard to use it anyway, i have 3 closets so i use one for clothes, one for bags and...&lt;br /&gt;ONE FOR STUDY(;&lt;br /&gt;and its full of shelves and shelves of notes from seniors like kindole korkor and assesnement bks, textbks, guidebooks, tys, etcetcetc.&lt;br /&gt;WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;its huge okay(:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so proud of it cos i always upkeep it by labelling and catergorising it. (:&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i still felt awake so i planned lit mentoring stufff!&lt;br /&gt;i've compiled enough notes for 3 sessions(: yay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then read capote and fell asleep with my headphones on, book on my lap and lights on, in bed, at 130.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 3 to shut it off and take a shower and change into a fresh shirt.&lt;br /&gt;then back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;last night was so cool(:&lt;br /&gt;i felt so accomplished(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah(: yay.&lt;br /&gt;anyway! today was boring.&lt;br /&gt;i did revision of 4 chapts of sec3 bio and then i did some emath&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to watch posideon.&lt;br /&gt;eee so boring.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;like waywayway boring.&lt;br /&gt;blablahblah.&lt;br /&gt;so overly exaggerated and manymany flaws and bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got to eat ben and jerry's at great world and i found a new flavour i like besides cookie dough&lt;br /&gt;and that is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUBLIN MUDSLIDE&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i am gonna be damn fat (groans and grabs flabby tummy)&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;stupid charlene tan make me feel fat by blatantly telling me she has no tummy during break on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;omggg man ): make me depressed. -gives you the suicidal look.&lt;br /&gt;haha okay nvm&lt;br /&gt;char's nice she lending me a james patterson book(: yay! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that reminds me!&lt;br /&gt;SAMKORKOR AND ANAS OWE ME A BEN AND JERRY'S TREAT.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns. i still remember okay! cos *ahem!* these two indivduals believe they can eat 400dollars worth of ben&amp;jerrys.&lt;br /&gt;muahah(:&lt;br /&gt;yayay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are.&lt;br /&gt;bloody dry.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;-rubs eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei! am looking forward to tmr and sunday(:&lt;br /&gt;tmr=bookstore trip+physics tuition (which i'm starting to like)+homecell+talking to char&amp;amp;ser&lt;br /&gt;sun=cell+mothers day+running with char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw my paranoia about _____ is running at an alltime high. wth i'm so bloody insecure i can't stand it. i want to slap myself. ekdfenfireb ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, talking loads of crap.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13days13days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to what? only i will know(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;------&lt;br /&gt;EXCITING NEWSFLASH!&lt;br /&gt;JODIEPOO IS GETTING BAPTISED ON SUNDAY! (: (; (; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;am excited for her oh yes i am!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114742285312380041?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114742285312380041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114742285312380041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114742285312380041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114742285312380041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/eheh-had-sudden-urge-to-blog-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114733978894387749</id><published>2006-05-11T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:12.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR SERVICE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROCKED&lt;/span&gt; DRAMAFEST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i LOVE my class(:&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove them to bit and pieces and shreds(:&lt;br /&gt;hohoho(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we totally did it okay!&lt;br /&gt;after all those practices (that i didn't always attend. heh), it totally paid off cos our final effort was stunning!&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL GET INTO THE FINALS ALRIGHT.(:&lt;br /&gt;muahah i love my classmaties! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuzzy,nic and char looked SOOO cool as the cortez brothers!&lt;br /&gt;and the showgirls looked so HOT in their costumes!&lt;br /&gt;and of course, rehka and cam looked so SHUAI in their manly outfits!&lt;br /&gt;OMG(: -wheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha guitarists(; mich,clara and i, haha our guitar dance was cool right! :D muahah.&lt;br /&gt;-dengdengdeng. (:&lt;br /&gt;and playing love story at the end! omg(:&lt;br /&gt;yay. hohoho. (:&lt;br /&gt;and the wonderful musicians, yan,waiee,meiying,hil,xinli YOU GUYS RULED PLS(:&lt;br /&gt;haha it was damndamndamn good! (;&lt;br /&gt;like -swoons. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! hopefully we managed to wow the judges.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, we DID wow the judges(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure we did okay -nods.&lt;br /&gt;fourservice is da bomb! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayayay! (: superduper exciteddd(:&lt;br /&gt;mmhmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, haha apart from oohiing and ahhhiing over dramafest, i shall do the incredibly funny quiz i found on friendster. (who comes up with these weird things anyway? haha)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]my fingernails/toenails are almost always&lt;br /&gt;painted&lt;br /&gt;[ ]during the summer pretty much the only shoes i&lt;br /&gt;wear are flip flops&lt;br /&gt;[ ]my favorite toy as a child were barbies&lt;br /&gt;[ ]my favorite color is purple&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i did Gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;[]i love skirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ]hollister is my favorite place to shop&lt;br /&gt;[ ]tight jeans are the only jeans i'll wear&lt;br /&gt;[x ]i love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[x]i've never had a real job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]my hair is straightened&lt;br /&gt;[x]i have at least 8 friendster pictures&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i usually go shopping once a week&lt;br /&gt;[x]i love to hang out with friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i've gone to a tanning salon&lt;br /&gt;[ ]ive gone to the beach to tan - not to swim&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i have at least 10 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i watch either the OC or Laguna Beach&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i change my icon weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i wear a shower cap&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I would NEVER step foot into Hot Topic&lt;br /&gt;[x]my cell phone might as well become a part of&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i wear mascara everyday&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i've been or am on a diet&lt;br /&gt;[ ]bathing suits are adorable&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i dont know the difference between a sheep and&lt;br /&gt;a goat.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]big sunglasses are hott&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i have gotten my nails done&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i own over 10 purses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]MTV is one of my favorite channels&lt;br /&gt;[ ]all i want to do at sleepovers is talk about boys&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i love to have other girls do my hair&lt;br /&gt;[x]i give and receive hugs from all my friends&lt;br /&gt;[x]i hate bugs, snakes, lizards, spiders&lt;br /&gt;[ ]carnivals are so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;[ ]summer is THE best season&lt;br /&gt;[x]my swimsuit has 2 pieces&lt;br /&gt;[ ]im waiting for my knight in shining armor&lt;br /&gt;[ ]pianists are so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: THREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]u write me a poem and tell me im beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and im all yours&lt;br /&gt;[x]i am self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;[x]i cry often&lt;br /&gt;[ ]my car smells like vanilla&lt;br /&gt;[x]my dishes get washed more then once a week&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i dont do sports&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i HATE to run&lt;br /&gt;[x]i squeal when im surprised or angry&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i eat dried fruit as a snack&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i love romance novels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Drew Barrymore is so cute&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i dance a lot&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i usually spend over an hour to get ready to&lt;br /&gt;leave my house&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i only have like 5 billion hair products&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i love to get dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;[x]every part of my outfit needs to match&lt;br /&gt;[x]i talk on the phone at least once a day to my&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i would love to have a photo shoot of myself&lt;br /&gt;[ ]price on clothes hardly matters&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i apply lip gloss 50 times a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i wish i were a model&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i wish i could meet Paris Hilton to slap her&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i have been something that was slutty on&lt;br /&gt;halloween&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i own Uggs&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Hip Hop is the best music&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i pop my collar&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i like to be the center of attention&lt;br /&gt;[ ]guys with Mohawks are hot&lt;br /&gt;[ ]horses are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i'd rather not pay attention in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: uhh ZERO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]cats are adorable&lt;br /&gt;[x] i can write my own music/song/lyric&lt;br /&gt;[x] i would love to visit Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Valentine's day is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;[ ]white is better then black&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i wouldn't be caught dead in all black&lt;br /&gt;[ ]my closet is STOCK FULL of clothes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i hate the grunge look of a beard&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i love to read gossip magazines&lt;br /&gt;[x]i love to gossip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I had Lisa Frank folders, posters as a kid&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i love Celine dion&lt;br /&gt;[ ]My bubble baths are 2 hr long&lt;br /&gt;[ ]my wedding only needs a groom because it's&lt;br /&gt;already planned&lt;br /&gt;[ ]my friends and i are in a strict group. we&lt;br /&gt;mostly only hang out with each other only.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i like kids&lt;br /&gt;[ ]diet drinks are the best&lt;br /&gt;[ ]im all about being vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i refuse to eat at McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;[x]i check my friendster everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i LOVE life!&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i have a lot of jewlery!&lt;br /&gt;[ ]claires has cheap jewlery&lt;br /&gt;[ ]my screen names have x's in them -&lt;br /&gt;[x]either one of my friendster profile has/had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 in them&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i would never want to be the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;[x]it's not what he/she said it's the way he/&lt;br /&gt;she said it&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i have more than 3 pillows on my bed&lt;br /&gt;[x]i have a stuffed toy sleeping beside me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love tidy and clean places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: THREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADD UP ALL OF THE TOTALS&lt;br /&gt;....I AM [22] PERCENT GIRLY&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei i FAILED?! eh what's up with that man, i'm girly okay. hahah(: -tosses hair and bats eyes like a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;(okay on second thought.... ewww) -pukes.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just saw this on friendster too, haha read it, its extremely funny (and also uhh scarily realistic)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm always here for you&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I know&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I like her so much&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Talk to her&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Don't say that. You're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Then tell her.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: She won't like me&lt;br /&gt;Girl: How do you know that?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I can just tell&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Well just tell her.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: What should I say&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Tell her how much you like her&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I tell her that daily&lt;br /&gt;Girl: what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'm always with her. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same&lt;br /&gt;problem. But he'll never like me&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Wait. Who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Oh some boy&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Oh... she won't like me either.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: She does&lt;br /&gt;Boy: How do you know..&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Because, who wouldn't like you?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You&lt;br /&gt;Girl: You're wrong, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: So are you going to talk to her?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I just did.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha now hmm i wonder why that sounds so realistic. -coughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i shall go finish off the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOUNTAIN&lt;/span&gt; of homework that the lovely teachers set for our vesak day 'holiday'.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and i finally found out how sun yat sen died after looking around all the websites with him in it. they said he died of cancer. how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;specific&lt;/span&gt;. pfffts. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;SE ROCKS(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114733978894387749?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114733978894387749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114733978894387749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114733978894387749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114733978894387749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/four-service-rocked-dramafest-oh-man-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114725524052399009</id><published>2006-05-10T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:12.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta change my answering machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that I'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause right now it says that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't come to the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know it makes no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause you walked out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's the only way I hear your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's ridiculous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been months for some reason I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Can't get over us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm stronger than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Enough is enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more walking 'round with my head down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so over being blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crying over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta fix that calendar I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's marked July 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because since there's no more you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no more anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And your memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now every song reminds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of what used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So tired of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So done with wishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So sad and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114725524052399009?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114725524052399009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114725524052399009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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SECTIONS OUT OF FIVE FOR MY LIT PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoooooorayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;-cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was doing lit paper halfaway then yan msged me.&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to head down to orchard together.&lt;br /&gt;so i took a bus to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was LIGHTNING.&lt;br /&gt;i hate lightning.&lt;br /&gt;was super scared so i was msging yan.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;plus yan's house is so ulu and the bus was so empty!&lt;br /&gt;so i was like o.O ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got to yan's house.&lt;br /&gt;we went clementi mrt and we were nonsensing on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;ahha yan wanted to abduct me! (not that anyone wld pay for my release)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah(:&lt;br /&gt;took mrt to orchard and met cam.&lt;br /&gt;and DARN IT.&lt;br /&gt;cam arrived earlier than us!&lt;br /&gt;haha her top was falling off! o.O&lt;br /&gt;tsks cam tsks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;then we ran in the rain to hyatt.&lt;br /&gt;haha dripping wet and screaming :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;then yeah, went to the restuarant,&lt;br /&gt;waited for the rest to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha dinner was damn funnnn la.&lt;br /&gt;too much to blog about but yeah!.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;so fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha i watched csi.&lt;br /&gt;i love csi.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yepp&lt;br /&gt;going to dramafest rehearsal soon.&lt;br /&gt;haha yan just showed me this url online&lt;br /&gt;OMG LA(;&lt;br /&gt;its this nicenice music shop near our houses that sells damn cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;violin stuff for yan and guit stuff for me.&lt;br /&gt;yay yan's gonna come pick me up for dramafest!&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU YAN(;&lt;br /&gt;haha yan rocks. muahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to the shop.&lt;br /&gt;-stares at yan.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the url is http://www.accent.com.sg&lt;br /&gt;nicenice.&lt;br /&gt;haha yan and i are chosing what we want from the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh another nice site.&lt;br /&gt;www.skullcandy.com&lt;br /&gt;i just went there and the watch is...&lt;br /&gt;bloody cool(:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahs.&lt;br /&gt;okay i shld go change.&lt;br /&gt;yan's coming at 1030.&lt;br /&gt;-gulps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebyebyebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114722733206603795?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22430131.post-114718779534743743</id><published>2006-05-09T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:11.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH&lt;br /&gt;omg hollaback dinner was so funnnnn pls!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;omg man omg!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;-excited look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yan msged me at 530.&lt;br /&gt;and told me to go orchard with her early.&lt;br /&gt;so i took the bus down to her house to find her.&lt;br /&gt;and on the way to her house, there was lightning and thunder and i was like o.O&lt;br /&gt;-i'm scareddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then her house is so ulated and the bus was so empty and i was like -shudders.&lt;br /&gt;but finally, got to her house alright.&lt;br /&gt;then we took the bus to clementi mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;haha yan and i were talking about nonsense and she kept saying she was abducting me cos we were in this really ulu place.&lt;br /&gt;yess.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, i am of no value to anyone so in the end, we just took the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;hahah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked nonsense on the mrt as well.&lt;br /&gt;ahah we were gossiping like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;damn fun(:&lt;br /&gt;haha then cam called and msg and omg!&lt;br /&gt;CAM MSGES SUPER RANDOMLY.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam's top was falling off.&lt;br /&gt;-looks shocked.&lt;br /&gt;haahah(:&lt;br /&gt;all the chekopeks must have been having a good time. hoho.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DARN IT.&lt;br /&gt;i told cam i bet yan and i wld get to orchard mrt control station faster but she beat us!&lt;br /&gt;dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the three of us walked from orchard mrt to hyatt.&lt;br /&gt;and we were adjusting cam's top to preserve her modesty. ahemahem.&lt;br /&gt;omg cam looked so HOT okay!.&lt;br /&gt;haha -stares. sexy cam with her -ahem, assests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran in the rain screaming like mad.&lt;br /&gt;finally reached hyatt drenched and wet.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the toilet to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;then yesh, we went straits kitchen and waited for all the rest to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH(:&lt;br /&gt;dinner was damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;sharing food with cam and yiyan, piling nonsense on to our plates, eating indian food, talking nonsense with mr jeow and mr din, digicam-whoring, walking around getting food, etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;lots of laughs pls.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahs super fun.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup mr jeow says he's going to find my blog so...&lt;br /&gt;in case you find it, hello mr jeow.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is boring. -nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg dinner was really fun la(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha tmr's gonna rock!&lt;br /&gt;holidayyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got dramafest rehearsal and all(:&lt;br /&gt;damn funnn.yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahha i am so kuai today, i studied to much.&lt;br /&gt;nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright random entry;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114718779534743743?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114718779534743743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114718779534743743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114718779534743743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114718779534743743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhh-omg-hollaback-dinner-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114715782455002358</id><published>2006-05-09T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:11.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NODS.&lt;br /&gt;i have been rudely awakened to the fact that....&lt;br /&gt;THE OLEVELS ARE APPROACHING!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;-okay bad way to start off the post but&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;if my ca1 marks are anything to go by, no jc i want to go to will take me in.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO MUG.&lt;br /&gt;but uhh i'm extremely unmotivated+highly distracted+moodswinging all the time.&lt;br /&gt;bah!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;sad i hate mugging.&lt;br /&gt;i went thru secone-three not mugging at all.&lt;br /&gt;like i just studied relatively consistently and crossed my fingers and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;but now!&lt;br /&gt;OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOO NO. (haha get the joke? nvm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i feel scaredddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ptd is in two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;i bet the teachers will have alot of complaints about me ):&lt;br /&gt;my works sucks and my class attention span is like *zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohdearme.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt; i am so unmotivated to study is astonding.&lt;br /&gt; bah ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i MUST study.&lt;br /&gt;(okay saying that doesn't help);&lt;br /&gt;the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am extremely behind on many things.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY THE LIT SYMPOSIUM PAPER!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i am so uninspired.&lt;br /&gt;besides coming up with the outline and the idea for my ppt,&lt;br /&gt;the rest exists only in the figment of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;oh no oh no oh no.&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna die. die. die. ):&lt;br /&gt;and then i will humiliate my school and myself by giving a crappy presentation to the other 6 schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the lit magazine is due out at the END OF THIS MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;and what have i, the incredibly slack editor done?&lt;br /&gt;ZILCH ZERO NADA.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;no cover page, no edited pieces, no layout, no printing.&lt;br /&gt;uhuh. i'm so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;at this rate, this will be the year where there will be NO lit mag cos the lazy ass of an editor doesn't do her job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. SAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i hereby conclude i am stressed+panicky;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today was a good day, although i felt so super scared and embarressed during lit that my hands turned to ice and when i touched zara and rehka they screamed cos it was so cold.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i'm so stupid. i get scared over nothing. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!.&lt;br /&gt;i had better go and cook lunch and then go study for today realllllly soon.&lt;br /&gt;cos i have to head out later for hollaback dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ah! my to do list is damn long. gotta knock many things off it. thankgod tmr and friday are holidays. PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't the lit paper write itself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114715782455002358?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114715782455002358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114715782455002358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114715782455002358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114715782455002358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/nods.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114708667692379221</id><published>2006-05-08T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ei today was a rocking day please(:&lt;br /&gt;yay. me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;the only sad things were-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;stupid me left my ipod and handphone at home cos i was in a hurry to get to school for world redcross day cos i was late ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and  then we had to change in and out of our uniform for mass pe and assembly games and i stank like #*$@ cos the redcross uni is so thick and hot and scratchy ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yepp it was damn cool!&lt;br /&gt;world redcross day!&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my cap badge ); so i had to wear a 'fake' one instead (shhhhh..) heh.&lt;br /&gt;then the pledge, redcross day msg, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm, then change into class tee and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;bio was alright la. tys questions. haha.&lt;br /&gt;mass pe! hahaha(: omg la my team is so freaking gay.&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;we totally didn't know the rules for basketball, the game i absolutely hate.&lt;br /&gt;so we kept on having to stop the game cos the umpire kept going -double dribble! bring the ball out! wrongwrongwrong stoppppp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah(:&lt;br /&gt;so in the end we tied with the other team 0-0.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;eh not our fault we don't know how to play bball okay! haha(:&lt;br /&gt;super funny.&lt;br /&gt;i kept screaming and laughing when the ball came near me and in the end we all just kept laughing and running more away from the ball then to it.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;at one point i was so amused (cos i kept missing the ball when it came to me) that i collapsed on the court and started laughing on the floor. ((: heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then played against xf's grp and got creamed 3-0.&lt;br /&gt;man they're gooood. haha(; they totally got the rules la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;unlike us. whoops. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then amath!&lt;br /&gt;yay i like kinematics.&lt;br /&gt;spent the lesson doing rev19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly games!&lt;br /&gt;aha didn't have to play.&lt;br /&gt;sat on the sidelines and talked to char.&lt;br /&gt;omg char is so funnnnny pls&lt;br /&gt;we drew nonsense cartoons and stuff on my fullscap.&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha.&lt;br /&gt;recess was lame.&lt;br /&gt;char kept trying to guess who i was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;then changed back into redcross uni ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was damn freaking hot.&lt;br /&gt;so i was practically asleep in history.&lt;br /&gt;the heat was super unbearable la ):&lt;br /&gt;pfffffts.&lt;br /&gt;why must the redcross uni be to freaking hotttt ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,chem, hhaha organic chem is funn(:&lt;br /&gt;physics was alright too, until i got hot and stuffy again and almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;was counting down the mins till the bell rang so i cld change into normal clothes.&lt;br /&gt;so when mr tang dismissed us i jumped up and went&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY(;&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to change, waited for jodie, then headed to holland v.&lt;br /&gt;we ate at bk and we saw some really funny kids. -looks at jo. hahah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh. jodie is a big bully that makes me get sauces for her.&lt;br /&gt;haha and we amused the woman by asking for the same drink together. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then walked to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;tuition was damn damn damn funny as always.&lt;br /&gt;the 'genius' was sitting behind us and we found out his name! haha gavin j. bala -looks at jo again.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and halfway thru tuition, this weird guy on the other side of the wall thrust his ruler through the slit in the wall and started JABBING it right into my face cos i was next to the freaking slit.&lt;br /&gt;like WTH!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i cldn't stop laughing to tell jodie so i just grabbed her and pointed at the waggling ruler and jo started laughing too la.&lt;br /&gt;and then the genius saw.&lt;br /&gt;then mr ng saw and laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;and then he walked over to the slit quietly...&lt;br /&gt;AND SNATCHED THE RULER TRHOUGH THE SLIT.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;omg it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;then he walked over to the other rm to scold the boy.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;lollll.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition, went to cold storage at holland to buy food.&lt;br /&gt;then i walked to the bus stop and jodie walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh(:&lt;br /&gt;tuition rocks.&lt;br /&gt;my best friend rocks.&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps!&lt;br /&gt;alrights.&lt;br /&gt;quiz from friendster since i don't have hw today, having finished it in school(:&lt;br /&gt;and thee aren't any tests coming! (:&lt;br /&gt;shall start on history researc. MAO! aha(:&lt;br /&gt;but first, quiz...&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you know anyone's friendster pasword?&lt;br /&gt;yeshhh. haha samkoh you're not safe(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you think ur love life right now will last long?&lt;br /&gt;yes; i think i will remain single and self sufficient for a long while. hehehe(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are u an emo person?&lt;br /&gt;yeah quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If u had one last breath to say something to&lt;br /&gt;someone u love what would u say?&lt;br /&gt;haha i don't really love anyone right now (yeah not even my parents. sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;no, never experienced it. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever felt so jealous of your friend?&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhhhh. CLARA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;tuition with jodie. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who is right next to you?&lt;br /&gt;ermm air (swats the space next to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;jodiepoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How many times was your page been view?&lt;br /&gt;(on my blog? on friendster?) haha don't know can't remember and don't wanna check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.How's the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;HOTHOTHOT ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Last person you called today?&lt;br /&gt;mum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;ermmmmmmm. jodie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Last song you sang?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! RACH! PHYSICS! inside your heaven by carrie underwood. haha(: dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last time you danced?&lt;br /&gt;never since i stopped balllet. i have two extremely malformed left feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lost a friendship over something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Smoke?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Dumped someone before?&lt;br /&gt;haha no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Been really depressed before?&lt;br /&gt;err yeah sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Faked being sick to miss school?&lt;br /&gt;no la if not i'd be in drama alrdy. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;545. pffts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Current taste?&lt;br /&gt;in? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like the person who sent you this?&lt;br /&gt;it was on friendster. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;fbts and shirt. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you too shy to ask anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;depends who la. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is the first thing you notice about the&lt;br /&gt;opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;ERRRM. i don't know man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.where are u now?&lt;br /&gt;in frnt of my ibook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.WHAT DATE IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;8th may WORLD RED CROSS DAY! hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.WHAT TIME DID U WAKE UP?&lt;br /&gt;refer to above la dumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.DID U GO SOMEWHERE YESTERDAY?&lt;br /&gt;yesh. refer to yest blog post la stupid. ahha&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;okay mao,chiang and etc.&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114708667692379221?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114708667692379221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114708667692379221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114708667692379221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114708667692379221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/ei-today-was-rocking-day-please-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114699719951129449</id><published>2006-05-07T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:11.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quick entry before i rush off to study;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been shit, to say the least;&lt;br /&gt;confusion, hurt, anger.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;shan't dwell on that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was good. waywayway good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for adult service.&lt;br /&gt;the da vinci code message was good;&lt;br /&gt;shed lots of light on the book.&lt;br /&gt;but i cldn't help but think that when i first bought and read the book, about 3 yrs ago, there was absolutely no hype about it and i didn't even think of all those complicated far reaching issues.&lt;br /&gt;it was just any ole ordinary book off the shelves of borders.&lt;br /&gt;mygoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!.&lt;br /&gt;then didn't go for youth cos i had to go for dramafest!&lt;br /&gt;so after adult, went to wheelock to kill abit of time before dramafest.&lt;br /&gt;ate with my parents, then went to borders (once a nerd, always a nerd)&lt;br /&gt;and OMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;i found what i've been looking for in five bookstores and after months and months.&lt;br /&gt;(: full dramatization of twelfth night, the arkangel edition.&lt;br /&gt;YESYESYES.&lt;br /&gt;its the one that's recommended by the RSC so it shld be good.&lt;br /&gt;sososohappy i wanted to scream in the middle of borders. heh.&lt;br /&gt;last copy left so i snatched it up.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to the fiction section and got the book i've been lusting over, the biography of truman capote. unfortunately, was exceeding my dad's budget for my spending this month, so i cldn't buy in cold blood. but yay rehka said she might be able to lend me! ((:&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm waiting till i can buy the last book (for now) that i want, running with scissors. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big grin(:&lt;br /&gt;haha am super happy.&lt;br /&gt;i read up til chapt 14 while waiting to do sound during dramafest prac and its REALLY nice.&lt;br /&gt;haha capote is such an interesting man.&lt;br /&gt;stupid, the movie is like nc16. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dramafest prac.&lt;br /&gt;doing music was fun (: haha i love garage band man, what can i say(:&lt;br /&gt;go apple!(: heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home, downnloading the twelfthnight dramatization onto my comp now.&lt;br /&gt;yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights la.&lt;br /&gt;the past fews days, poured out alot of emo stuff onto my notebook and guess i've got a lighter chest now.&lt;br /&gt;feels good.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's worldredcrossday!&lt;br /&gt;uni the whole day ):&lt;br /&gt;but its our last one! ):&lt;br /&gt;boohoo. how saddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. this week is fun!.&lt;br /&gt;tmrs-world redcross day&lt;br /&gt;tues-hollaback crew dinner&lt;br /&gt;wed-holiday!&lt;br /&gt;thurs-dramafest semis!&lt;br /&gt;fri-holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHMAN.&lt;br /&gt;my kind of week(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now till then, lots of work to do ):&lt;br /&gt;bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights.&lt;br /&gt;studystudy;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114699719951129449?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114699719951129449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114699719951129449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114699719951129449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114699719951129449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/quick-entry-before-i-rush-off-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114684208870254321</id><published>2006-05-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:11.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when the world gets so big and scary &amp; you don't know what to do;&lt;br /&gt;just know that i'll be there; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love you &lt;/span&gt;char(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114684208870254321?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114684208870254321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114684208870254321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114684208870254321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114684208870254321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-world-gets-so-big-and-scary-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114666390709751559</id><published>2006-05-03T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:11.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you dearie and i'm sorry you're going thru all this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always here for you and so is ser and mel.&lt;br /&gt;just pray and trust and find comfort in Him okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here for you always always always(:&lt;br /&gt;call me, msg me, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care dear and when you're feeling better, i promise i'll shove all the people who are hurting you into a sewer to ROT.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw them man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU SO WHO CARES UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY PEOPLE LOVE YOU;&lt;br /&gt;not worth being upset over a few worthless people when you're worth SO MUCH more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;`in brokeness comes beauty,divine fragility;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114666390709751559?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114666390709751559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114666390709751559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114666390709751559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114666390709751559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-you-dearie-and-im-sorry-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114656506056581221</id><published>2006-05-02T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:10.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohohoh!&lt;br /&gt;adding on to my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had eyecandy during tuition today.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokay stop lusting grace;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studystudystudy;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114656506056581221?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114656506056581221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114656506056581221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114656506056581221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114656506056581221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/ohohoh-adding-on-to-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114656484843755621</id><published>2006-05-02T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:10.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo.&lt;br /&gt;i'm come to the conclusion that i will not take any more photos of myself until i get enough sleep (godknows when that will be) cos I HAVE FREAKING GROSS EYEBAGS. aha did that sound bimbotic? i'm so sorry. but OMG! its grossss. pfffts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my tutor said so. he said i look sleep deprieved.&lt;br /&gt;rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;today was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;woke up early, send dad to airport then mum dropped me at school.&lt;br /&gt;rushed to meet miss sie with the rest of them for eee.&lt;br /&gt;yeah then the whole day every available moment was spent finalizing, touching up, editing the eee video and ppt.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;realllyyyy tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but haha miss sie was really nice!&lt;br /&gt;she gave us essence of chicken and i laughed like crazy watching lesley, rehka and bobbie drink their's down painstakingly. hahahah(: it wasn't that awfullll la! i drank it too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then while i was doing the ppt during reccess, i happened to mention to reks that i forgot to bring my testtubes.&lt;br /&gt;and the next thing i knew, miss sie bought me six testtubes.&lt;br /&gt;omgggg.&lt;br /&gt;-faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay she's being damn nice today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but haha she terrorized reks and char and zara during lit.&lt;br /&gt;ahha zara was like yelling at her and they were arguing and the rest of us just stoned and waited.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and physics was reallly funny.&lt;br /&gt;cam zara and i were talking while doing the expt so mr tang went really loudly-i think this experiment must be too easy for some of you.&lt;br /&gt;whooooops. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepppp.&lt;br /&gt;english passed so fast today!&lt;br /&gt;it was so much funnnnn. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;YAY. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double chem was good too, my qa and va both went well amazingly(:&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur(: i'm improving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterschool, eee presentation.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting to go into the rm, we were in a back rm and the six of us were being super lame.&lt;br /&gt;haahha (: lots of lame stuff la. omg man. hahaah&lt;br /&gt;laughed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went in a little early to set up the computer and when i came out i had acute stage fright pls.&lt;br /&gt;i was like superrrr scared.&lt;br /&gt;but reks and lesley calmed me down. and rach was super sweet as ever, telling me i had her there to help me if i needed it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the presentation went well though!&lt;br /&gt;no technical glitches.&lt;br /&gt;and luckily my section was the last so i was the last to talk and so i calmed myself down by then.&lt;br /&gt;-pheww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole thing was over, walked to the bus stop to take bus to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;and jodie's mum drove me! (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks jo(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;now tuition shifted to holland close, which is so far from my house ):&lt;br /&gt;but its right next to jo's house.&lt;br /&gt;so that lucky girl can just walk there la.&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;nvm at least we go for tuition together(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout tuition i was so darn sleepy that i cldn't take it, plus the whole tiring day doing eee stuff and not eating made me damndamn hungry.&lt;br /&gt;the minute tuition was over, i went holland v to eat and then took the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: listened to this song on the bus ride home and i felt super comforted by it, especially after this horribly tiring day, so yepp, shall post it here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none;"&gt;Your Word is a light unto my path&lt;br /&gt;Your Love guides me through my darkest night&lt;br /&gt;And even though sometimes Your ways&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never walk away because my future’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care what people will say&lt;br /&gt;I’m running after You&lt;br /&gt;I won’t turn back and go their way&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’m running after You&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter what may come my way&lt;br /&gt;I’m running after you&lt;br /&gt;It’s You I’m following today&lt;br /&gt;I’m running after You&lt;br /&gt;In Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; yeah nice comforting song(: slept on the bus cos i really cldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;almost missed my stop. pffts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;tmr! it club!&lt;br /&gt;video editing course. ):&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i rather have flash.&lt;br /&gt;ohwelll, i will help poor rach whereever i can cos she seems rather stressed about it.&lt;br /&gt;relax rach! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp!&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;dramafest practice tmr too.&lt;br /&gt;guitar to bring to school.&lt;br /&gt;rah better go pack it ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i've solved the problem of painful fingertips after playing the guit!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;its miracle in a bottle otherwise known as....... vaseline blue seal pure petroleum jelly!&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR IT WORKS WONDERS.&lt;br /&gt;whoa man.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;haha okay i sound like an advertisement. heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;sleep then study.&lt;br /&gt;roars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114656484843755621?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114656484843755621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114656484843755621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114656484843755621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114656484843755621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114648975588470209</id><published>2006-05-01T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:10.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY. PHOTOS AT LAST! :D&lt;br /&gt;NIC'S HOUSE TODAY DURING DRAMAFEST REHEARSAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/fuzzy%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/fuzzy%20and%20i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUZZEH &amp; I (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two cool dudes in matching class tee and black&amp;white caps! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;top ten random facts about fuzzeh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she actually has a name-felicia chain! haha but we all know her as fuzzeh or more simply, fuzz. right fuzzeh? ((:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;she a drama-mama and her roleplaying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cracks me up&lt;/span&gt;. seriously(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;her dry humour is like amazingly hilarious and sends me rolling on the floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;her art, esp comic book drawing is like WHOA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she enjoys impersonating a musician by carrying yan's instrument cases to class for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she always always sleeps in class and on the bus til hil get nervous and prods her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when ever i'm feeling down, fuzzeh makes me so high again i start jumping. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she sits behind me in the courtyard and totally jumpstarts my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she used to like to pull my hair/ponytail every morning but has since stopped cos i no longer have a ponytail (hah!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she is a csi, gray's anatomy &amp; comic book addict (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX2116.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX2116.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUD &amp; I! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;u&gt;top ten random facts about aud-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;li&gt;she is a dancer and an awfully good one too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she sits next to me in chinese class and helps to ease my boredom (heh.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she likes to read my notebook and i like to read hers and write stupid things in it (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she's super small and cute and reminds me of an innocent little girl. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she's DAMN smart. like. whoa. one of the hidden talents in 4se.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the one i constantly turn too for help in physics and amaths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the one who has millions of crazy stories to tell. haha wonder why i'm never bored in chinese? (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she likes to wrap her notebook and draw silly pictures in it (like the carrot/partyhat.) :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always ending up with conflicts in her schedule which she will happen to realise during chinese when i'm pigging thru her notebook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BEN AND JERRYS. haha(:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX2118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 223px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX2118.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAM &amp; MY SEXY BABY(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;u&gt;top ten random facts about cam-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;li&gt;she's reallllllly talented:guitar,drums,squash, holla-ing,dancing, singing... you name it(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she's an exco prefect, the nuttiest one too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she loves orange too. YAY. haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she has an illicit affair withh....... colin firth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she is married to........tigger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she got married during.......breaktime, by rach,me and char&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she REALLY want to get married. now. haha(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she's half indian half chinese which makes her superduper chio pls. haha(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she has the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BEST &lt;/span&gt;taste in music(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she laughs&amp;talks so loudly that you can hear her from one end of the classrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX2114.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX2114.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MICHELLE, YING &amp; I(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;top ten random facts about michelle and ying-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;li&gt;they've been in my class for the past 6 and 4 yrs respectively&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they sit behind and infront of me respectively&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they are both extremely talented too, michelle's in choir and ying's in dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;michelle is my chinese idol, top in class for chinese (omg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ying is EXTREMELY PRO in maths, top in class too. (omg again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they are fair too, so i feel like stuck out next to them (; wheeee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;michelle plays the guitar too and is darned good at it, ying wants to learn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ying is a TWIN (michelle and i aren't. heh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we never really talked till last yr and this yr. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think they're going to hold the record of my longest classmates ever. 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A RANDOM PICTURE OF MYSELF(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taken after ariati unceremoniously dumped the hat on my head. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE FOUR SERVICE 06&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY CLASSMATES AND WACKY FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114648975588470209?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114648975588470209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114648975588470209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114648975588470209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114648975588470209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114647706024879954</id><published>2006-05-01T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hohum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept damn late last night cos i went out to borrow chicago from videoezy and i watched till like 2am.&lt;br /&gt;heh(:&lt;br /&gt;its reallllllllllly nice. the musics and lighting and social satire and innuendos.&lt;br /&gt;freaking nice! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning at 735.&lt;br /&gt;rushed ard to get ready to go nic's house.&lt;br /&gt;haha all i did was change from my oversized tee into the class shirt and then continue wearing my fbts that i slept in. waha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got to nic's house.&lt;br /&gt;wth nic's house is like a bloody museum. its like HOW huge pls.&lt;br /&gt;mygod la.&lt;br /&gt;like ermmmm 3 times the size of my house. can get lost in it man.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then michelle, cam and i played guit.&lt;br /&gt;hahah michelle says she's gonna steal my guit one day cos AHEM my guit's sound is like so much sexier then hers&lt;br /&gt;and she bought her's for 180 and mine was 210.&lt;br /&gt;only 30 difference and the sound rocks right mich! MUAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes she kept playing mine instead of her own.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe(:&lt;br /&gt;my strings rock la(:&lt;br /&gt;my guitar baby is so sexy pls. (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was cam-whoring with manymany people.&lt;br /&gt;haha damn funny, i was posing with this cool white hat(: and then fuzzy posed with this black hat. (: woot.&lt;br /&gt;so coooool yeah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but blogger is stilllll pms-ing so i can't upload the incredibly funky pictures i took with my classmates ); boohoo quick cry. hah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ying, mich and i took photos looking dao on purpose ! haha. its damn funnnny okayy. (:&lt;br /&gt;classmates from secone-secfour man! and michelle and i are classmates from p5 to secfour la!&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that man(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah then practiced alittle of copa.&lt;br /&gt;then cam and i played far away!&lt;br /&gt;cam is so pro pls!&lt;br /&gt;yay now i can play it!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah man(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then didn't go for tuition in the end.&lt;br /&gt;haha sorry jo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;haha my mum is damn cute(:&lt;br /&gt;didn't really talk to dad again.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp then came home and redid some of the slides for eee ppt.&lt;br /&gt;i like it more now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then did some physics and emath(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while showering i got inspiration for a new blogskin so i shall do it ltr(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah, in the shower (yeah i do alot of thinking inthe shower), i was thinking about the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me and what would be the sweetest thing someone could possibly do for me and what the sweetest thing i've done for someone is and sweetest moment(s). (haha random right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest thing someone's done for me-&lt;br /&gt;haha i don't know. i can thing of many cumulative sweet things someone has done to me before but they aren't exactly things, more like actions and thoughts so yeah, there's isn't really a sweetest thingggg. but you know what? i think actions speak louder than words, as cliched as that may be, and whenever i think about them, it makes me smile, so (((:&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest things(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest thing someone could do for me-&lt;br /&gt;actually, i also don't know. its not something you can actually name out loud right? but when someone does it to me, i'll know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest thing i've done for someone-&lt;br /&gt;two words : birthday presents; hoho. like jodie's birthday presents, which i usually handmake or personalise in some way, sam koh's birthday present which i personalised too, and yeah the typical folding stars/cranes/paper hearts stuff (: yeah (: thus contrary to what ser always says, i'm actually capable of sweetness okay, pesky and annoying as i may be(: hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finallyyyy, the sweetest moment-&lt;br /&gt;you know, i can think of one. but its more of a bittersweet moment which kinda taints that.&lt;br /&gt;haha but this sweetest moment will remain known only to 2 ppl.(: shall not divulge it further, otherwise it wont be my sweetest moment anymore. ahah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, why am i thinking and talking about all this?&lt;br /&gt;cos i think that when i'm down, its thinking about all the sweetnesses in life that makes it worth living right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you want to be happy, do this thinking exercise too(:&lt;br /&gt;you'll feel millions of times better(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;thus concludes my happy postfor the day(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114647706024879954?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114647706024879954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114647706024879954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114647706024879954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114647706024879954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/05/hohum.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114640138848425698</id><published>2006-04-30T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:10.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to be blunt and to the point; today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, talked to mel on the phone and then hung up and cried.&lt;br /&gt;but then i remembered what mel said and so i prayed and prayed and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;my tears went away.&lt;br /&gt;(: thankyou Lord(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was still a horrid night.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes felt dry and i felt uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;but the discomfort was more internal then external.&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up alot to read and write and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today,when i went to church, i felt like my contacts were gonna pop out cos my eyes were damn cry and pain.&lt;br /&gt;since everyone was not in church cos there was no cell, i just sat outside the chapel alone and stoned.&lt;br /&gt;although i was damn bored, i learnt something-quiet time is nice.&lt;br /&gt;as in, time alone.&lt;br /&gt;to just be alone with yourself and think and stone and listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;msged with char and jo for a while and then just sat there thinking.&lt;br /&gt;destressing.&lt;br /&gt;for one of those rare moments when i'm absolutely undistured by work.&lt;br /&gt;cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i hid my tiredness and emoness well;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then walked to the bus stop to meet char.&lt;br /&gt;we sat on the steps and waited then went for service.&lt;br /&gt;talking to char rocks(: thanks char.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout service i was damndamndamn frozen.&lt;br /&gt;kept feeling like i was gonna puke from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;thanks mel, for lending me your jacket! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left early, felt awkward as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lunch.&lt;br /&gt;had coffee at starbucks with dad.&lt;br /&gt;we barely found anything to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finding it harder and harder to communicate with my earthly father but easier and easier to talk to my heavenly father;&lt;br /&gt;irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came home and started on eee presentation.&lt;br /&gt;i'm relatively happy abt how its turned out.&lt;br /&gt;(: one load off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then; i sacrificed my weekly run.&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;i was standing up after doing eee presentation and abt to go change to run.&lt;br /&gt;but then, the thought of not having studied today bugged me.&lt;br /&gt;so i sat down and did physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stupid stupid stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;i started to cry alittle while doing my phyiscs.&lt;br /&gt;why? cos i hated missing my weekly run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so stupid sometimes, i cry about the stupidest things.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn moody now.&lt;br /&gt;i need to snap outta this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr will cheer me up;&lt;br /&gt;one whole day with the nicest people in the world; my classmates + jodie(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even when i'm feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna let anyone know,&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm just gonna be strong on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;and know that with His help,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be stronger on the inside too;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114640138848425698?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114640138848425698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114640138848425698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114640138848425698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114640138848425698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-be-blunt-and-to-point-today-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114632904580231802</id><published>2006-04-30T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:10.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none;"&gt;You say hello, inside I'm screaming I love you&lt;br /&gt;You say goodnight, in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping next to you.&lt;br /&gt;You drive away from my car crash of a heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me the best mixtape I have&lt;br /&gt;And even all the bad songs ain't so bad&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there was so much more than&lt;br /&gt;that, about me and you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk to him, and it burns me like the sun&lt;br /&gt;You talk to her, and you say that you feel&lt;br /&gt;Like he's the one&lt;br /&gt;I talk to me, but you can't hear the pain I&lt;br /&gt;Feel, you don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you gave me the best mixtape I have&lt;br /&gt;And even all the sad songs ain't so sad&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that there was more than&lt;br /&gt;That, about me and you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't turn around and say bye again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it crushes my head when you call me&lt;br /&gt;Your friend and I'm not the same person&lt;br /&gt;From back in the day in the back of the&lt;br /&gt;Class that you thought was gay&lt;br /&gt;No I can't find the words 'cause I lost them&lt;br /&gt;The minute they fell out my mouth&lt;br /&gt;And it's love and I'm in it, so give me your&lt;br /&gt;Lips and just let me kiss 'em and let's&lt;br /&gt;Get messed up and listen to probably..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best mixtape I have&lt;br /&gt;And even all the bad songs ain't so bad&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there was so much more than&lt;br /&gt;That, about me and you&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114632904580231802?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114632904580231802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114632904580231802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114632904580231802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114632904580231802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-say-hello-inside-im-screaming-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114632761961133011</id><published>2006-04-30T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:10.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just back from the sc choir concert.&lt;br /&gt;it was gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;but more abt that ltr.&lt;br /&gt;first, my day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to apple center with my dad&lt;br /&gt;splurged my hard saved bankmoney on a 100GB external harddisk for my ibook&lt;br /&gt;and then dad got tempted and bought an ipod nano+2 skin protectors+2 clear protectors+headphones&lt;br /&gt;o.O my dad is xiaoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i love my 100gb harddisk.&lt;br /&gt;HUNDRED GIGABYTES.&lt;br /&gt;that's like 5 times my ipod(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while there i oogled at the really nice speakers, headphones, software and the macbook pro which is like droolworthy. (:&lt;br /&gt;haha(: intelllllllll. -sighs- haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;went to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition.&lt;br /&gt;was like, borinnnnggg pls.&lt;br /&gt;introductory electronics.&lt;br /&gt;-snores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then came home.&lt;br /&gt;and helped dad set up his nano.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna say it, much as i love apple and its cool innovations, the nano is *#$@.&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn glad i didn't buy the nano and instead got my ipod 4g fixed.&lt;br /&gt;cos the nano is like. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;its too damn tiny, the screen is damn small, the clickwheel is like non-existant, the silly headphone jack is located at its butt, andddd its so thin and delicate and girly.&lt;br /&gt;my dad is xiao. the price is how not worth it too la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after looking at the ipod video at the apple store today, i'm glad i didn't get that either. the video quality is like. -.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the only thing i got annoyed at was the unreasonable price they wanna change me to upgrade my 1gb ram. $400+. XIAO.&lt;br /&gt;the minute my warranty expires i'm zooming down to funan to buy my own ram chip to put in.&lt;br /&gt;madness i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;if i do it now i'l void my warranty.&lt;br /&gt;pffttts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai i have alot more computer raves but i'll keep them to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home, played ard with my computer, guit then changed and showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to victoria concert hall.&lt;br /&gt;met hanny kuu(:&lt;br /&gt;then xf came!&lt;br /&gt;omg xf looked hot tonight! haha short skirt. -wolf whistles. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cam came and char came.&lt;br /&gt;-pokes cam. ahem. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert was like damndamndamndamn good pls.&lt;br /&gt;omg la.&lt;br /&gt;at the intermission, we went cam whoring.&lt;br /&gt;took so many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;*#&amp;amp;$ blogger wont let me upload them now. so i'll upload tmr.&lt;br /&gt;stupid blogger. pffts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then back to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;it was really good la&lt;br /&gt;like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;my classmates are so freaking talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after concert, cam char and i waited for the choir girls to came out.&lt;br /&gt;more cam whoring with zara and we took pictures with mrs wang! haha(:&lt;br /&gt;then gave them all chocolates and flowers!&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my parents picked me up to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----end of day.&lt;br /&gt;for those who missed the choir concert (coughcough korkor) you missed out on alottttt.&lt;br /&gt;ALLOT.&lt;br /&gt;the choir concert was like. whoa man.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER PRO PLS.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup today was good la&lt;br /&gt;besides the fact that i argued with my dad and yeah, the ppt for eee is kinda due like on tuesday and i'm not done.&lt;br /&gt;but i have tmr and monday la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus monday musicians practice.&lt;br /&gt;(: yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my dad made a statement that i got damn upset about&lt;br /&gt;he was like -you know, somehow i think school has never really been very stressful for you. that's quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i was super shocked for a while.&lt;br /&gt;then i just went yeah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saddens me how little he knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how term one has been.&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;numerous reasons only people close to me would know but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i think the term one of secfour has been worse then all the past three yrs put together.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i hatehatehate is sometimes when i sleep, i can't because why?&lt;br /&gt;somehow everything i need to do pops into my mind, no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;like now, while i'm typing, i keep reminding myself to go do eee and etc.&lt;br /&gt;i bet ltr when i sleep i'll think of it too.&lt;br /&gt;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i feel hounded even when i'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tmr when i can go running again.&lt;br /&gt;track.&lt;br /&gt;loves it.&lt;br /&gt;when i run, i don't think, i don't need to think.&lt;br /&gt;i just follow the silly red ground and run in circles and circles like a stupid hamster chasing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acutally come to think of it, its a pretty accurate picture of my life, running ard in circles to finish off all my stupid work and duties and in the end what am i chasing?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i don't know if i even stil have the end, the finish line, the target in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright la.&lt;br /&gt;no emo ness. at least not here.&lt;br /&gt;the rest shall go into a private entry or my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be happy today(:&lt;br /&gt;its a good day.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114632761961133011?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114632761961133011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114632761961133011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114632761961133011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114632761961133011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-back-from-sc-choir-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114623731856433774</id><published>2006-04-28T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:10.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i put counterpain on my shoulder!&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;its damn stingy!&lt;br /&gt;roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this post is dedicated to some of the bestest buds ever, the ones who have braved the thick and thin with me, who i love and cherish to deeply although sometimes they annoy the shit outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;redcross;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a great four years. so many memories-funkified, rainbow connection, moonlight shadow, superman, running-so many camps, so many poc, so many changes of ncos, so many ups and downs, sweat during punishements, misunderstandings. but i can't imagine how secondary life in sc would have been otherwise. can't imagine how it wld have been if i hadn't met the seven of you-jodie,cara,xuewen,gloria,huizyi,gloria,huangzi(: the funkiest people on the planet. its like the most amazing four years of redcross with you all and just thinking about how soon we'll never sing the redcross song together, say the pledge together, do hentak and pumpings and leg raises and footdrill and fa together is just like a huge piece of my life missing. i'm going to miss you all so unbearably much. how far we've come from us at secone, being scolded for being disunited and all. and now, its just unthinkable. today in the redcross rm, listening to wonderwall and sitting ard, i just looked at us, sitting around talking and i was thinking i wish that i could take a snapshot of that cos it was like, our level, from secone till what we are now, ncos 0f 05-06. i don't wanna leave redcross and you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh shit now i'm crying. CARA! die la poc sure gonna bawl my eyes out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sc robotics;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do i start man. only two year. twoyears. or actually, less. but its as if it was four years or more. amazing the kinds of bonds we've made in the pat 2 yrs. remember njrc04, when i was a non it clubber, just an extra, how you all hated me cos you thought i was this weird science clubber. and then wro and fll 04 when i got to know all of you and we formed the first external fusion team-sam,jennet,hanny,clarissa,yihui,me- how we laughed cried and screamed and went crazy together. all those late late nights of training. all the lego bricks and mentos and amazingly great memories. then frs 05, staying up till 2am everyday, one week of madness, hyperness, glucose pills. and bonding so much with sam who used to hate my guts right korkor? the most fantastic experience. then came njrc05. that was UNREAL(: the time we clinched our four trophies, with hanny and i grinning like the proudest parents of all. jennet and her one man sprint bot. and all the mentos, sleepless nights, hours of research and construction and programming. all the madness and exhilaration of that hard work paying off in four trophies. and then fll05, the last time ever. boy was that great too. my fantastic external fusion. programming for 16hrs the days before, sleeping 2hrs. i love external fusion, old and new, and i don't wanna let go of sc robotics either. i love my levelmates-xiaofang,yihui,hanny- and our big huge crazy hyper enthu robotics family, one of a kind. i&lt;3you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i leave all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'll probably be saying all  this again in july when we farewell.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to say it now too.&lt;br /&gt;cos i love my cca mates so much it hurts to say bye. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;updowns and goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;part of life yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with allthis up and down and all, i seriously thank god for my incredible support system all these years. for the past 6yrs and counting-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jodiepoo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know how to summarize 6yrs of being best friends into one paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;its more than words really.&lt;br /&gt;its not even just i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i think you know what i mean so i wont say anything.&lt;br /&gt;i love you wont cover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser&amp;char;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homecell and church, sleepovers and heart to hearts, you guys have been great(:&lt;br /&gt;ser, thanks for all the counselling, the tears, the mediating which backfires(heh). and just being there to hear me out sometimes and putting up with my fickleminded indecisiveness and insanity.&lt;br /&gt;char, sharing with you and empathising. you're never alone in this okay? thanks for the laughs and crazy times.&lt;br /&gt;and both of you, for the shopping sprees i go with both of you on despite my incessant complains and the girliness you all incite(; haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't leave it behind, it'll stay with me forever. all three of you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another six yrs okay?&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some bonds are strong enough to withstand change, some aren't&lt;br /&gt;i guess we'll find out which is which this year&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114623731856433774?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114623731856433774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114623731856433774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114623731856433774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114623731856433774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-put-counterpain-on-my-shoulder.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114622513210164711</id><published>2006-04-28T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:10.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY SHOULDER HURTS! #&amp;$%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn tireddd ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid bus just has to jerk ard alot on the day i carry the stupidly heavy powerbook home.&lt;br /&gt;and then stupidly realised after lugging that damn thing home that i didn't need it after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei my shoulder is really killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE &amp;amp;@#%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog properly tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK SC CHOIR! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114622513210164711?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114622513210164711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114622513210164711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114622513210164711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114622513210164711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-shoulder-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114614284712108714</id><published>2006-04-27T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:10.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay&lt;br /&gt;accomplishment&lt;br /&gt;finished amath hw.&lt;br /&gt;plus amath revision&lt;br /&gt;plus physics revision&lt;br /&gt;plus eee report+video editing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;am HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished all the stuff i had to do for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and yan! i learnt how to read guit tabs! FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;aren't you proud of me! hahahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;i finally figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i can play is the intro for smoke on the water by deep purple, the easiest tab there is&lt;br /&gt;but its NICE.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm darnhappy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;got to school early today for the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;uhmums.&lt;br /&gt;it was alright la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was.&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;chinese, we did listening comp and then slacked while there was oral going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history, was just discussing the really interesting source based questions.&lt;br /&gt;it was cool man(:&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amath, did the acs barker prelim paper.&lt;br /&gt;OMG(; i got most correct.&lt;br /&gt;damn cool right? (:&lt;br /&gt;i was really hyper and pouncing on rach.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english, we checked marks.&lt;br /&gt;WHEE.(:&lt;br /&gt;haha my first a1(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then reccess with jo.&lt;br /&gt;yeah we bitched and etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;dear me, we're becoming so.&lt;br /&gt;bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;then in class, ariati was the escaped convict from imh, i was the psycho nurse and char was the reassuring cousellor.&lt;br /&gt;OMG it was HOW FUNNY PLS.&lt;br /&gt;ariati and i were laughing so hard i was practically sobbing into my jacket! hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;my classmates are so nonsense, i love them! haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emath!&lt;br /&gt;was alright.&lt;br /&gt;vectors!&lt;br /&gt;confusing nonsense&lt;br /&gt;i kept counting wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics ROCKED.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha((:&lt;br /&gt;i swear mr tang is damn damn damn nice la.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;rach and i were like...&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;rahc said alot of teachers love our class.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH MAN(;&lt;br /&gt;fourservice is like the best class in the world! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loveeee my graduating class of 2006&lt;br /&gt;i loveeee my graduating class of 2006&lt;br /&gt;i loveeee my graduating class of 2006&lt;br /&gt;i loveeee my graduating class of 2006&lt;br /&gt;i loveeee my graduating class of 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..did i mention that i loveeee my graduating class of 2006? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;seriously they rule la.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school, went with rach to redcross rm to get viddeo cam so i can bring home and edit the two tapes.&lt;br /&gt;then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lit mentee cldn't meet me again today so its postponed again&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;cannot. be. discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhs man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells!&lt;br /&gt;hanny's showing me open house posters again!&lt;br /&gt;nice man(:&lt;br /&gt;i swear certain people (coughs at hanny) are so bloody talented.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmm hannny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for dramafest musicians practice.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA HEAR WAIEE AND YAN ON THE SYNTHESIZERS!&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait to play guit with michellee! (: yayyyyae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahs.&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;i got the tabs for far away by nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;sounds goooood(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall concentrate on hanny and open house now.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me, how am i going to do openhouse for redcross, it club and litmentoring at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;whoa.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights.&lt;br /&gt;ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114614284712108714?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114614284712108714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114614284712108714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114614284712108714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114614284712108714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay-accomplishment-finished-amath-hw.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114606099367064483</id><published>2006-04-26T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:10.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doing lit symposium paper now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i can't find nice pictures for my funky intro.&lt;br /&gt;i thought of my funky intro idea during emath.&lt;br /&gt;it was an *eureka! moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly grabbed rach and went OMGOMG I GOT IT!&lt;br /&gt;and rach thought i was referring to my emath so she was like oh okay that's good.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like NO NO not emaths! the lit symposium!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then hil came and gave me that bad news that i am gonna be the only one representing our school and the other six schools coming will be presenting in groups. I'M AN ODD ONE OUT ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haha my intro is sure gonna make lots of people laugh(: heh. i'm doing it now and its making me very happy and un-tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna see the funky intro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME TO THE LIT SYMPOSIUM (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;actually, all full lit girls have to anyway. and the other six schools probably have to also, since its a combined schools symposium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh but advertisment is good. muaha.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah doing the ppt now its so uber funnn. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty tiring.&lt;br /&gt;we had triple e in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;walau.&lt;br /&gt;the first aid was damn bad pls.&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;and jodie and i had to treat some pri school girl who had a real panic attack. damn poor thing la. but she was quite nice though, not like one of those whiny pri school kids. haha.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. was damn tired after that. i was sweating like shit la. my whole uni was soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ran back to class for physics second period cos i finished treatment late.&lt;br /&gt;had like 10mins of physics left, then we went for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was the second half of oral, so aud and i were doing reader digest puzzles cos it wasnt our turn for oral today.&lt;br /&gt;haha it was super funn(:&lt;br /&gt;but i was like supertired. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history!.&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;just copying answers to 7 essay questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reccess.&lt;br /&gt;ahh, ate like a pig. i was damn hungry, dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;think it must be frm triple e. was super tired and exhausted from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, amath tutorial and rap.&lt;br /&gt;i did like 6 out of the 8 questions and then i really cldn't take it, went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;my lit mentee cldn't meet me again today.&lt;br /&gt;so its postponed again to tmr ): sigh its the fourth time its been postponed.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes that feel damn discouraging, that she seems not to want to meet me for lit help, but i guess maybe He's trying to tell me to persevere. right? i hope la.&lt;br /&gt;i will NOT give up. -nods.&lt;br /&gt;i want to make her get a1 for lit! -yippeees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during the 30min break, the musicians for dramafest met up!.&lt;br /&gt;yay we settled the instruments more or less.&lt;br /&gt;and costumes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emath, was alert during emath.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but yes! very proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran off after emath with rach.&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it club was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;i think animation is pretty cool though its a little dull.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after it club, measured the wall outside the imac lab with hanny for open house.&lt;br /&gt;ITS SEVEN FREAKING METERS LONG.&lt;br /&gt;-faints.&lt;br /&gt;hanny and i were like. errrrrrrrrrr. okayyyyyyyy. shittttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end we settled for decorating the 3.5 meters which can be seen from level one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i designed a poster for open house! yay.&lt;br /&gt;haha hanny likes it!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;its a mac poster with real mac fonts.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pretty pleased with it(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;then yeah, after it club, was kinda. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i didn't mean to brush you off and ignore you like that today.&lt;br /&gt;i love you tons okay? and cos of that it makes it all the more difficult for me to tell you stuff when i'm feeling blah inside cos its harder to put on a false front with you than with others and i don't want to burden you with my problems.&lt;br /&gt;but i love you love you love you. i'm sorry. /:&lt;br /&gt;i'll call you soon. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;when i sort myself out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh yepp.&lt;br /&gt;thinking about that makes me feel emo and sad.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;happy face; no one's gonna knows what's deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think only jo really knows what's going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;thanks bestie, for being there(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;back to lit sym stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114606099367064483?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114606099367064483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114606099367064483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114606099367064483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114606099367064483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/doing-lit-symposium-paper-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114594912681400860</id><published>2006-04-25T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:09.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa.&lt;br /&gt;i'm home EARLY todayyy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nod. so i will blogg(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEL! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cutest, sweetest girl i know.&lt;br /&gt;like even miss sie said she's like the perfect picture of purity and innocence.&lt;br /&gt;! haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel is my fellow it club mate, committee member, same subject combination, my desk partner, incharge of the same section as me for open house and lit symposium, and together with me in the eee comittee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i see rachel alot(; haha and i love her to bits cos she's freaking sweet annd cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like today, after school, when we were laming along the corridor, arguing nonnsensically about one another's idiocyncraises and human foibbles (:&lt;br /&gt;whaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, happy sweet sixteen crazy weird girl! (:&lt;br /&gt;you rock!&lt;br /&gt;tooo bad you'll have to put up with me for another yr(: haha pls survive ok? i need the company(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, damm sleepy the whole day in school today la.&lt;br /&gt;was abit quieter than usual.&lt;br /&gt;really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep earlier man ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway got to school.&lt;br /&gt;begged yiyan and xf to help me go to the prefects area and call rach to come out so i cld give her a birthday hug cos i didn't dare go in incase i got booked for some stupid uniform violation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rach cameout and i hugged her! yay rach(; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skpet thru most of my lessons.&lt;br /&gt;first period, history, watched the appeasement video.&lt;br /&gt;second period, physics, listened to mr tang talk about practical electricity. i think i absorbed some though. as sleepy as i was(:&lt;br /&gt;thrid period, photo taking, then lit lecture. haha photo taking was funny. the photographer is like super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;lit lecture was alright, watched trevor nunn's twelfth night. watched it before alrdy thanks to rachel's vcd so i was kinda 'resting' heh.&lt;br /&gt;fourth period, emaths, was really bad. i was really damn sleepy. thankgoodness all we did was corrections, so i copied it and then slept while everyone else went up to her to check marks and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;fifth period, chinese prelims, last paper. damn tough and damn sleepy. probably failed or just passed. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;last period, chem lecture, was quite slack. mrs choo made us copy down the blanks on the notes which i alrdy filled in from asknlearn so i just stoned again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, got saboed into this english speaking thing. but yay i got out of it. i'm too darn busy la people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yeah after school, went abit mad with rachel and then took the bus home with yingjun and hien.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat ben&amp;jerrys! its free cone day todayyyyy! from 12-7! i wantttttt. &gt;whines.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah no one cld go with me and i didn't wanna go alone.&lt;br /&gt;bahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and now my grandma has her friends over and they're using the kitchen for goodness knows what so i can't cook lunch!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my comfort food. i'm damn sleepy. rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, i shld go off and do my hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE AN EXTRA TICKET TO THE CHOIR CONCERT ON SATURDAY NIGHT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna come? stupid jodie still can't decide if she wants to. rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway! if anyone wants to accompany poor ole lonely me, msg/call me.&lt;br /&gt;yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;its at the victoria concert hall.&lt;br /&gt;yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;studystudy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114594912681400860?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114594912681400860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114594912681400860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114594912681400860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114594912681400860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114579719340753761</id><published>2006-04-23T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:09.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, photo uploadd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX2085.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 148px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX2085.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy and i(: yepp on her birthday day. (okay that didn't make sense but yes)&lt;br /&gt;haha i love my mummy even though sometimes she annoys me and stuff but i think my mum rocks too(:&lt;br /&gt;[and she's so prettttyyyy too. can you believe she's like 40+?] haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;today was hmm alright.&lt;br /&gt;slept at 2am last night cos i was doing lit esssay then i had a hand cramp and cldn't sleep after that.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;listened to my ipod then fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;and had to wake up so early today for 930 cell.&lt;br /&gt;but its great having an extra half an hr with my cell mates(:&lt;br /&gt;i think they rock(:&lt;br /&gt;and huan ting was telling me incredibly funny stories abt aop.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp led worship then ser led the game.&lt;br /&gt;it was writing warm fuzzies which was nice la(:&lt;br /&gt;its great giving and receiving encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;and god knows how much i needed it after a week like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we broke into our squeaks to pray and stuff after the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;thanks ser(: i love you alot okay(:&lt;br /&gt;(and yes that's all the matters!) heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for mum's birthday lunch,&lt;br /&gt;then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;finished lit essay and did amath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, went running.&lt;br /&gt;6 rounds around the track+walk another 2 rounds+40 situps+40 woman's pushups=very tired but happy grace(:&lt;br /&gt;as usual i was plugged firmly into my ipod. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's 2.4km run.&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME MY A PLSPLSPLS.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeppp.&lt;br /&gt;then came home and had fruits for dinner(:&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;i feel healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;talking to char now(:&lt;br /&gt;yay char! (:&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the sc choir concert! hurrayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next weeks gonna be another tiring week.&lt;br /&gt;thankgod there's aren't many tests.&lt;br /&gt;report books coming back soon.&lt;br /&gt;i think my ca1 is just screwed&lt;br /&gt;bahss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupps.&lt;br /&gt;soon it'll be dramafest practices.&lt;br /&gt;musicians! haha(:&lt;br /&gt;i bet my fingers will die when we practice on the guit.&lt;br /&gt;bah stupid steel strings.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld re-string to nylon for dramafest.&lt;br /&gt;at least i don't have to play bass anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yan is so funnny.&lt;br /&gt;BEANSPROUT.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanny's insane, she wants me to design a poster for open house.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA my photoshopping sucks pls.&lt;br /&gt;but for hanny i will try. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHHH YAY  i just found the chords for rain down! (:&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay off to playyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114579719340753761?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114579719340753761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114579719340753761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114579719340753761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114579719340753761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/nods.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114569726348010174</id><published>2006-04-22T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:09.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh great i only have 1.68 GB left on my harddisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to unload hollaback vid onto mini dv format&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO UPGRADE MY HARDDISK.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip down to the mac center.&lt;br /&gt;whoaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114569726348010174?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22430131.post-114569679094285494</id><published>2006-04-22T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have 4424839574 things to do for lit, including the damn essay due on monday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i bought two new cds today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i bought two new books today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kino sold out of the other two books i really wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sectwos went for sfa and did really well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i got promoted to staff sergeant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i did badly for amath ca1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i edited the hollaback vid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i did alright for physics test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm not going for church today&amp;tmr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm going to watch the sentinel and drool over eva longoria instead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am pissed at some people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hope everyone who's going thru shitty times cheer up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my mum's birthday was yest and i bought her a cake, made her a card and bought her fav candy and played her a birthday song on the guitar (yay).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to eat ben&amp;jerry's ltr at greatworld (cookiedough!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had lit mentoring presentation yest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i pass my 5 items for napfa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm runing 2.4 on monday and i am in the worst physical state ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i had a heart to heart with my mum and i cried and she cried (iloveyoumummmy although you wont see this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my week in summary&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't been a great week.&lt;br /&gt;but hey what to expect right?&lt;br /&gt;aiyar.&lt;br /&gt;take it as it comes la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;applying for humanities scholarship soon.&lt;br /&gt;pls let me get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*but thank you for making me feel so special and beautiful, for trying to make me happy, making me feel loved and cheering me up. if you're just lying i don't want to know it (but actually i know you probably are).talking to you is great. i'm past believing that it can be real but thanks for trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;okay back to lit essay.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what to write.&lt;br /&gt;helppp me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cara i hope this eases your boredom)&lt;br /&gt;yepps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114569679094285494?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22430131.post-114535595359054196</id><published>2006-04-18T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:09.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and i just found on my sitetracker that someone searched grace redcross scgs.&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no comment man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114535595359054196?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114535595359054196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114535595359054196' title='0 Comments'/><link 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(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy.&lt;br /&gt;today was a stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the morning, yan and i and cam.&lt;br /&gt;ei.&lt;br /&gt;everything will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first period physics exp was my worst chapt, optics.&lt;br /&gt;grah.&lt;br /&gt;i went hyper on zara for some weird reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second period, lit.&lt;br /&gt;steffi zhang and dawn did a good job on act2scene4!&lt;br /&gt;but _____ ruined it for me.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;thanks hil and fuzzy and rach for being ever supportive.&lt;br /&gt;char too.&lt;br /&gt;thanks a million but this time it doesn't really make it much better.&lt;br /&gt;not many people know yet (i think;i hope)&lt;br /&gt;but when they do.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;screwit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third period, english.&lt;br /&gt;yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't really focused again.&lt;br /&gt;i swear lit robs me of thought.&lt;br /&gt;pffts.&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to dread all the surprises sprung on me in lit.&lt;br /&gt;and the responsibilities i'm starting to hate.&lt;br /&gt;ah wadevr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth period, ce.&lt;br /&gt;dating/marriage/parenting.&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;er.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;abit too early for that isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;just listened and half dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then recess.&lt;br /&gt;ermm.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't like my recess.&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double chem went surprisingly well though.&lt;br /&gt;my qa results were pretty accurate and i managed to answer mrs choo's question when she called me.&lt;br /&gt;thankgod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then left for squash match.&lt;br /&gt;ARIATI! (:&lt;br /&gt;one funkyyy scholar! (:&lt;br /&gt;and astrophysics.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;yupp the bus ride there was great la(:&lt;br /&gt;melissa, epi and ariati are like. mad people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squash match was stoned.&lt;br /&gt;but we won!&lt;br /&gt;yayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bus ride home with fuzzeh.&lt;br /&gt;we talked about lit.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah the _______ during lit.&lt;br /&gt;i wish it hadn't happened&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yepp thanks too sam koh for being there when i needed it(:&lt;br /&gt;you're the best korkor (:&lt;br /&gt;last night, when i told you about how stupid i was and just now, about lit.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for everything korkor :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel bloody amused at being cheated.&lt;br /&gt;pls man.&lt;br /&gt;omg la! and i thought you were different somemore.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;yeah okay amused is a word to sum up all the different feeling i feel. (i.e. digust at myself, amusement at myself, angry at myself)&lt;br /&gt;note: all AT MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;at you, i don't really feel anything la.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel sorry for the other girl who got cheated.&lt;br /&gt;thankgod she dumped you that's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodgrief.&lt;br /&gt;what's the world coming to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114535516053213651?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114535516053213651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114535516053213651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114535516053213651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114535516053213651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/ei_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114528251196596172</id><published>2006-04-17T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:09.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohgod i'm blogging for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;damn boreddd ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ultimate guitar to get new tabs cos i'm bored of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got : back to california by sugarcult, vindicated by dashboard confessional, i miss you by blink 182 and photograph by nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool right?&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to my capo i can play photograph and i miss you cos they have flats.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;trasposing notes with the capo rocks.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;i gave up trying to do my wishlist&lt;br /&gt;somehow i can't think of anything i want.&lt;br /&gt;haha cool right(:&lt;br /&gt;it means i'm very happy as i am.&lt;br /&gt;which is good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm just trying out the chords&lt;br /&gt;which rocks(:&lt;br /&gt;haha my guitar kicks ass(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei i'm boreed&lt;br /&gt;the lack of wifi is driving me nutsssss ):&lt;br /&gt;i need my wifi.&lt;br /&gt;i need my wifi&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done EVERYTHING in my power to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;but pffts.&lt;br /&gt;it wont work.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;connecting direct to router sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i can't move ard my rm!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah as jodie knows, i'm aruging with my parents now.&lt;br /&gt;so i refuse to ask them to help me fix it.&lt;br /&gt;although i bet they wont know how either anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so yes,&lt;br /&gt;i will figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;guit time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg so retarded la.&lt;br /&gt;you played me la. and you didn't even bother to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;omg la.&lt;br /&gt;haha am so amused at my foolishness too.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;haha two timing player.&lt;br /&gt;you acutally called me and wanted SYMAPTHY? like hmm wth.&lt;br /&gt;-looks dreadfully amused.&lt;br /&gt;and i fell for it la. i'm damn stupid sometimes you know.&lt;br /&gt;hahaahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. you didn't succeed man. sorry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;plus you acused me for the same thing?! like erm wth la look at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sam kohhhhh i need to tell you so you can laugh tooo.&lt;br /&gt;ahah&lt;br /&gt;your lil sis is so dumb sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;okay make that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this proves that&lt;br /&gt;guys=scum+liars+retards+sweettalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and that person doesn't read my blog or even know it exsists.&lt;br /&gt;which rocks.&lt;br /&gt;haha even if he did read it.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;loser pok.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being cheated you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114528251196596172?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114528251196596172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114528251196596172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114528251196596172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114528251196596172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/ohgod-im-blogging-for-thir_114528251196596172.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114528249115892323</id><published>2006-04-17T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:09.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohgod i'm blogging for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;damn boreddd ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ultimate guitar to get new tabs cos i'm bored of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got : back to california by sugarcult, vindicated by dashboard confessional, i miss you by blink 182 and photograph by nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool right?&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to my capo i can play photograph and i miss you cos they have flats.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;trasposing notes with the capo rocks.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;i gave up trying to do my wishlist&lt;br /&gt;somehow i can't think of anything i want.&lt;br /&gt;haha cool right(:&lt;br /&gt;it means i'm very happy as i am.&lt;br /&gt;which is good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm just trying out the chords&lt;br /&gt;which rocks(:&lt;br /&gt;haha my guitar kicks ass(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei i'm boreed&lt;br /&gt;the lack of wifi is driving me nutsssss ):&lt;br /&gt;i need my wifi.&lt;br /&gt;i need my wifi&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done EVERYTHING in my power to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;but pffts.&lt;br /&gt;it wont work.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;connecting direct to router sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i can't move ard my rm!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah as jodie knows, i'm aruging with my parents now.&lt;br /&gt;so i refuse to ask them to help me fix it.&lt;br /&gt;although i bet they wont know how either anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so yes,&lt;br /&gt;i will figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;guit time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg so retarded la.&lt;br /&gt;you played me la. and you didn't even bother to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;omg la.&lt;br /&gt;haha am so amused at my foolishness too.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;haha two timing player.&lt;br /&gt;you acutally called me and wanted SYMAPTHY? like hmm wth.&lt;br /&gt;-looks dreadfully amused.&lt;br /&gt;and i fell for it la. i'm damn stupid sometimes you know.&lt;br /&gt;hahaahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. you didn't succeed man. sorry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;plus you acused me for the same thing?! like erm wth la look at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sam kohhhhh i need to tell you so you can laugh tooo.&lt;br /&gt;ahah&lt;br /&gt;your lil sis is so dumb sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;okay make that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this proves that&lt;br /&gt;guys=scum+liars+retards+sweettalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and that person doesn't read my blog or even know it exsists.&lt;br /&gt;which rocks.&lt;br /&gt;haha even if he did read it.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;loser pok.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being cheated you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114528249115892323?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114528249115892323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114528249115892323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114528249115892323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114528249115892323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/ohgod-im-blogging-for-thir_114528249115892323.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114528247440602852</id><published>2006-04-17T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:09.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohgod i'm blogging for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;damn boreddd ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ultimate guitar to get new tabs cos i'm bored of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got : back to california by sugarcult, vindicated by dashboard confessional, i miss you by blink 182 and photograph by nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool right?&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to my capo i can play photograph and i miss you cos they have flats.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;trasposing notes with the capo rocks.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;i gave up trying to do my wishlist&lt;br /&gt;somehow i can't think of anything i want.&lt;br /&gt;haha cool right(:&lt;br /&gt;it means i'm very happy as i am.&lt;br /&gt;which is good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm just trying out the chords&lt;br /&gt;which rocks(:&lt;br /&gt;haha my guitar kicks ass(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei i'm boreed&lt;br /&gt;the lack of wifi is driving me nutsssss ):&lt;br /&gt;i need my wifi.&lt;br /&gt;i need my wifi&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done EVERYTHING in my power to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;but pffts.&lt;br /&gt;it wont work.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;connecting direct to router sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i can't move ard my rm!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah as jodie knows, i'm aruging with my parents now.&lt;br /&gt;so i refuse to ask them to help me fix it.&lt;br /&gt;although i bet they wont know how either anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so yes,&lt;br /&gt;i will figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;guit time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg so retarded la.&lt;br /&gt;you played me la. and you didn't even bother to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;omg la.&lt;br /&gt;haha am so amused at my foolishness too.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;haha two timing player.&lt;br /&gt;you acutally called me and wanted SYMAPTHY? like hmm wth.&lt;br /&gt;-looks dreadfully amused.&lt;br /&gt;and i fell for it la. i'm damn stupid sometimes you know.&lt;br /&gt;hahaahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. you didn't succeed man. sorry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;plus you acused me for the same thing?! like erm wth la look at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sam kohhhhh i need to tell you so you can laugh tooo.&lt;br /&gt;ahah&lt;br /&gt;your lil sis is so dumb sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;okay make that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this proves that&lt;br /&gt;guys=scum+liars+retards+sweettalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and that person doesn't read my blog or even know it exsists.&lt;br /&gt;which rocks.&lt;br /&gt;haha even if he did read it.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;loser pok.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being cheated you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114528247440602852?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114528247440602852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114528247440602852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114528247440602852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114528247440602852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/ohgod-im-blogging-for-third-time_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114528243035662915</id><published>2006-04-17T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:09.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohgod i'm blogging for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;damn boreddd ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ultimate guitar to get new tabs cos i'm bored of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got : back to california by sugarcult, vindicated by dashboard confessional, i miss you by blink 182 and photograph by nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool right?&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to my capo i can play photograph and i miss you cos they have flats.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;trasposing notes with the capo rocks.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;i gave up trying to do my wishlist&lt;br /&gt;somehow i can't think of anything i want.&lt;br /&gt;haha cool right(:&lt;br /&gt;it means i'm very happy as i am.&lt;br /&gt;which is good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm just trying out the chords&lt;br /&gt;which rocks(:&lt;br /&gt;haha my guitar kicks ass(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei i'm boreed&lt;br /&gt;the lack of wifi is driving me nutsssss ):&lt;br /&gt;i need my wifi.&lt;br /&gt;i need my wifi&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done EVERYTHING in my power to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;but pffts.&lt;br /&gt;it wont work.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;connecting direct to router sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i can't move ard my rm!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah as jodie knows, i'm aruging with my parents now.&lt;br /&gt;so i refuse to ask them to help me fix it.&lt;br /&gt;although i bet they wont know how either anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so yes,&lt;br /&gt;i will figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;guit time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg so retarded la.&lt;br /&gt;you played me la. and you didn't even bother to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;omg la.&lt;br /&gt;haha am so amused at my foolishness too.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;haha two timing player.&lt;br /&gt;you acutally called me and wanted SYMAPTHY? like hmm wth.&lt;br /&gt;-looks dreadfully amused.&lt;br /&gt;and i fell for it la. i'm damn stupid sometimes you know.&lt;br /&gt;hahaahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. you didn't succeed man. sorry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;plus you acused me for the same thing?! like erm wth la look at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sam kohhhhh i need to tell you so you can laugh tooo.&lt;br /&gt;ahah&lt;br /&gt;your lil sis is so dumb sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;okay make that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this proves that&lt;br /&gt;guys=scum+liars+retards+sweettalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and that person doesn't read my blog or even know it exsists.&lt;br /&gt;which rocks.&lt;br /&gt;haha even if he did read it.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;loser pok.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being cheated you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114528243035662915?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114528243035662915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114528243035662915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114528243035662915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114528243035662915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/ohgod-im-blogging-for-third-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114527762337490524</id><published>2006-04-17T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:08.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am in love with the song innocent by our lady peace.&lt;br /&gt;-faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am annoyed at the wifi which refuses to work with my mac and now reduces me to using CABLE ):&lt;br /&gt;-faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy to have found the chords for  innocent.&lt;br /&gt;-beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with my photoshopped new layout, esp the word soundout and the lovely pic of the stero. (basically everything)&lt;br /&gt;-beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am annoyed with integration.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still cold.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post a wishlist now under misc (except its not much cos i'm pretty happy about the stuff i have now)&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tag me for goodness sakes!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114527762337490524?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114527762337490524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114527762337490524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114527762337490524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114527762337490524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-in-love-with-song-innocent-by-our_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114527752600925401</id><published>2006-04-17T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:08.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am in love with the song innocent by our lady peace.&lt;br /&gt;-faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am annoyed at the wifi which refuses to work with my mac and now reduces me to using CABLE ):&lt;br /&gt;-faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy to have found the chords for  innocent.&lt;br /&gt;-beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with my photoshopped new layout, esp the word soundout and the lovely pic of the stero. (basically everything)&lt;br /&gt;-beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am annoyed with integration.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still cold.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post a wishlist now under misc (except its not much cos i'm pretty happy about the stuff i have now)&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tag me for goodness sakes!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114527752600925401?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114527752600925401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114527752600925401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114527752600925401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114527752600925401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-in-love-with-song-innocent-by-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114527681455516809</id><published>2006-04-17T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:08.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ei!&lt;br /&gt;just got home from tuition.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to study.&lt;br /&gt;will just go do lit stuff ltr for friday.&lt;br /&gt;but abit lit overloaded thanks to todays tests so.. ltr la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeppp.&lt;br /&gt;today was hmm.&lt;br /&gt;abit /:&lt;br /&gt;haha but i think i seriously have the best friends in the whole world la.&lt;br /&gt;like seriously man.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;people i can msg after school, ppl who msg me after school.&lt;br /&gt;lovely friends(: i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and heh not surprisingly, my phone bill is like whoa. i exceeded my 1000 smses againn. hahah. but its worth it(: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;today, got to school, then went up for the hollaback announcement thingy.&lt;br /&gt;while michelle and i were waiting to go up, she suddenly asked me, hey when you wanna go eat ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;so i was like huhhh?&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out she remembered my craving for b&amp;Js ! (: haha michelle rocks!&lt;br /&gt;soon yepp soon (: sam and anas tooo! yippees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then!&lt;br /&gt;was like double amaths.&lt;br /&gt;hmm rach and i doodled quotes on fullscap and wasted marker ink.&lt;br /&gt;and talked nonsense la.&lt;br /&gt;heheheh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history!&lt;br /&gt;haha mrs wang is so funnnnnny pls.&lt;br /&gt;she was like asking us if twelfth night had faries in it!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;ohmans. so funnny.&lt;br /&gt;*ohyeah by the way some weirdo googled mrs wang's name and found my blog. like -huh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly was DAMN NICE.&lt;br /&gt;haha this saf bband came.&lt;br /&gt;and they played dream theater!&lt;br /&gt;haha the electric guitarist is like.&lt;br /&gt;pro pls.&lt;br /&gt;he used a distortion pedal.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, recess!&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY RENEEEE(:&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 you (:&lt;br /&gt;i think my mum rocks.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my wallet&lt;br /&gt;so she treated me to recess.&lt;br /&gt;*remember to come make me pay tmr or else i will forget la! okay mummy!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;yes ate recess with renee goh(:&lt;br /&gt;haha and jennet daddy came too.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;renee introduced me to her chinese scholar partner fan wei.&lt;br /&gt;ahha she really funny. and she corrected my halfhearted attempts to speak chena. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rushed up for lit with charlene.&lt;br /&gt;ummm.&lt;br /&gt;the question i predicted came out.&lt;br /&gt;abit differently but it came out la.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;did that one.&lt;br /&gt;AND I FORGOT THAT MALVOLIO APPEARS IN ACT TWO SCENE 2.&lt;br /&gt;shoot me pls.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;i think i screwed it up.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then miss sie asked me if i am always flushed when i am stressed.&lt;br /&gt;apparently i was super flushed when i wrote my paper.&lt;br /&gt;and it was in the airconned LT la.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;pffts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so then double english.&lt;br /&gt;i was quite stoned.&lt;br /&gt;damn tired from lit.&lt;br /&gt;so i drifted through the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppp.&lt;br /&gt;ying jun was being damn cute and nice la(:&lt;br /&gt;thankyouss!&lt;br /&gt;she thought i was sad about lit test.&lt;br /&gt;so she tried to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. thankuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;got cramps halfway thru eng for a while cos it was cold and all.&lt;br /&gt;and i was really cold.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i suck right.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school!&lt;br /&gt;jodie and i got 'lost' going for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;yeah we go tuition at the same place EVERY week but we got lost.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah predictably its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;cos i dragged her onto the wrong bus thinking it went to serene center.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. whoooooops.&lt;br /&gt;sorry jo.&lt;br /&gt;we looked like retards la cos we wound up at a busstop we don't usually go to and had to keep asking all the buses if they went to serene.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe(:&lt;br /&gt;sorrrrrrry jodie.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make matters worse, it started to pour when we got to the bus stop opp serene center.&lt;br /&gt;so we had to run the rain.&lt;br /&gt;and jodie kept on trying to scare me, saying we'll get struck by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when we got to serene we were drenchedddddd.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;our tutor said we looked like we just went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;yeppp&lt;br /&gt;funny man.&lt;br /&gt;eating in macs and talking non stop.&lt;br /&gt;hahah i love my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;hahaa yes jo i bet you'll read this and roll your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;hahaah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tution was really funny too as usual la.&lt;br /&gt;GENIUS ! -looks at text boook-&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa right jo?&lt;br /&gt;-stares at jo-&lt;br /&gt;&gt;starts laughing.&lt;br /&gt;(hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jo and i went for ice cream as usual.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i've eaten so much ice cream i'm gonna be damn fat!&lt;br /&gt;ahaha okay that sounds really bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;BUT YES.&lt;br /&gt;really man ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffts.&lt;br /&gt;then talked to jo somemore while waiting for her dad to come.&lt;br /&gt;then i walked to the bus stop to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msged jo on the way home on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;THE BUS WAS FREEZING COLD LA.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;raining + subzero aircon=icy cold grace.&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahs!&lt;br /&gt;i was shivering in my thick huge school jacket man!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;pfffftts.&lt;br /&gt;and my legs were like frozen in my fbts.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know i'm highly pathetic in my tolerance with the cold.&lt;br /&gt;roars.&lt;br /&gt;in church yest the usher chased char and i to the row where mel was sitting and i wound up directly under the aircon la.&lt;br /&gt;wthhh ):&lt;br /&gt;so i was shivering and crazy and i had to borrow mel's jacket and switch places with char to avoid turning into an ice cube.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know, i suck.&lt;br /&gt;plus i just had to wear a skirt yest and hence my legs were like numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;jo and i were msging.&lt;br /&gt;and this was what we msged. am highly amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: omg la jo the bus is freezing! my fingers are frozen la!&lt;br /&gt;jo: haha imagine you're in a desert.&lt;br /&gt;me: more like a TUNDRA la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for the geog illiterate, a tundra is- a vast treeless artic region of europe asia and north america in which the subsoil is permanatly frozen. shame on you if your don't knw it. its the sec2 geog syllabus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;hate it ):&lt;br /&gt;i need a warm hug.&lt;br /&gt;-hugs self.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes!&lt;br /&gt;renee goh wrote me such a sweet testimonial!!! ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;OMG RENEE(:&lt;br /&gt;i love youuuuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ohkayyy!.&lt;br /&gt;i hafta study.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like puking from the cold la.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall do my work buried under my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;rights.&lt;br /&gt;byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114527681455516809?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114527681455516809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114527681455516809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114527681455516809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114527681455516809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/ei-just-got-home-from-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114519969401897016</id><published>2006-04-16T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:08.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay.&lt;br /&gt;i can blog on my dad's computer cos the internet on mine stupidly refuses to work ):&lt;br /&gt;sorry amanada and cara ): i can't send to you the essay cos its stuck on mine computer and i can't send it over cos its not working with internet ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me blog about the hollaback experience!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay like i said in my 5sec long entry i typed when i just got home yest, WE WON WE WON WE WON.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah! (: sc standout we rock!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yayayayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy.&lt;br /&gt;first, friday's rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to school at 7+pm.&lt;br /&gt;loaded up the stuff into this big van mr din hired and then dawn's mum gave us a lift to indoor!(:&lt;br /&gt;yepp!!!!&lt;br /&gt;in the car we were listening to 987! haha to get hyped up for hollaback.&lt;br /&gt;oh and mich and chara liked let me go by three doors down and kept insisting i play it on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;ahhaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, reached indoor.&lt;br /&gt;we were given this RECTANGLE AREA marked out my masking tape for our team to sit in and we had to sit within that area.&lt;br /&gt;it was in the loading bay and was stuffffy.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha but true to sc mugger culture, we all whipped out our textbks and started studying! whee! hahah(:&lt;br /&gt;you could see all these other teams walking by and giving us the o.O look cos we were the only team studying.&lt;br /&gt;like ALL of us seriously. studying like mad muggers we are! haha(:&lt;br /&gt;yepp! it was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;then they changed into costumes, i fiddled with the videocam.&lt;br /&gt;went backstage to wait our turn to go on stage to practice.&lt;br /&gt;then they stupidly informed me i had to use the tripod and cam supplied by 987.&lt;br /&gt;so silly.pffts.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, filmed them.&lt;br /&gt;do you know know cool it is to see your live video feed projected on two mega huge screens in the indooor?&lt;br /&gt;OMG LA.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha was very amused to see that.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;then after rehearsal etcetc, it was like 11+?&lt;br /&gt;damnlate.&lt;br /&gt;so mich yan and i went to take the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;this is the seriously funny part.&lt;br /&gt;we walked to the bus stop right opposite the indoor stadium.&lt;br /&gt;then we didn't know which of buses to take cos there were only 3 and we didn't know where any of them went.&lt;br /&gt;so we walked to this far away bus stop which was damn deserted and dark cos it was almost midnight and its like kallang pls.&lt;br /&gt;mich lugging her trombone, me luging the videocam and tripod and yan lugging her trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;whoa.&lt;br /&gt;ahha.&lt;br /&gt;so we painstakingly walked there.&lt;br /&gt;only to discover to our horror that there was only one bus we could take from there and we disgustedly looked at the signboard of the bus stop in horrific amusement.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah! i thought of the brilliant idea which was to CALL JODIE((:&lt;br /&gt;yay! my bestie rocks pls.&lt;br /&gt;i asked her where 16 travelled to and she said orchard.&lt;br /&gt;then we were like yay!&lt;br /&gt;cos at least orchard is familiar.&lt;br /&gt;so yepp.&lt;br /&gt;then i hunguup.&lt;br /&gt;and we noticed there was a bus stop on the other side of the road and also had 16 only.&lt;br /&gt;so now we had the problem of which side to take from (yes i know we suck. sorry la)&lt;br /&gt;so after debating we walked over.&lt;br /&gt;and then the bus came and we asked the bus uncle.&lt;br /&gt;and he said we were on the wrong side!!! ))))): -bangs head-&lt;br /&gt;so we lugged all our equipment back across the rd again.&lt;br /&gt;pffffffts.&lt;br /&gt;finally boarded 16.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN.... (horror music)&lt;br /&gt;WE FOUND OUT BUS 16 COME TO THE BUS STOP RIGHT OUTSIDE THE INDOOR STADIUM!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;kena jack pls.&lt;br /&gt;i think mich was damn amused.&lt;br /&gt;she looked at me with this -diao- expression and went nvm la train arm muscles.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA(;&lt;br /&gt;yepppps.&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys! haha wild goose chase.&lt;br /&gt;but thankyou jodiepoo. always there to help muddleheaded me. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;so by the time we got home, it was like past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;gahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then next day.&lt;br /&gt;HOLLABACK DAY.&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;got up at like 630am t0 go to school&lt;br /&gt;by the time we boarded the bus, was about 8.&lt;br /&gt;then got to indoor.&lt;br /&gt;rehearsals and etc.&lt;br /&gt;ahah we had to practice some running in and waving thing.&lt;br /&gt;and i was really amused. again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;cam was being so gross! haha assests cam assests! hahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;then we met click5.&lt;br /&gt;take picture, get autograph etc.&lt;br /&gt;they were like: are you gonna win!&lt;br /&gt;and we all shouted YEAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;and they wished us luck la.&lt;br /&gt;they're quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;they're music is abit. ermmmmmmmm. haha.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;then went out of the holding area awhile to see jodie.&lt;br /&gt;helped her get tickets from lishan.&lt;br /&gt;then walked her up to the queue.&lt;br /&gt;then walked back to holding area.&lt;br /&gt;then it was time for opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the side of the arena to wait.&lt;br /&gt;and wait.&lt;br /&gt;and wait.&lt;br /&gt;they called us there at 3.&lt;br /&gt;and i was dammnnnnsleeppppyy&lt;br /&gt;so i asked charing if she could be my pillow and she said okay.&lt;br /&gt;so i lay down on the flooor and put my head on her lap and feel asleep.&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up it was 4pm!&lt;br /&gt;WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;haah so long man and i totally zonked out.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then opening ceremony, run on and scream cheered etc.&lt;br /&gt;haha got damn hyper.&lt;br /&gt;then yupp long wait to perform.&lt;br /&gt;helped them put on glitter and gel.&lt;br /&gt;got myself damn nervous about the stupid videoing cos i found out they were gonna judge the stupid live video and it counted for 20% of the points.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like /:&lt;br /&gt;but charing and mich calmed me down and i calmed them down and we went abit high.&lt;br /&gt;then time for us to perform.&lt;br /&gt;eheheh(: it went so well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppp.&lt;br /&gt;then we ran out on the last song to stand infrnt of the stage and jam with click5.&lt;br /&gt;ahha,&lt;br /&gt;we didn't even like the songs but ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;all of us just jumped and waved out hands etc and shouted.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha(:&lt;br /&gt;damn fun pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;results.&lt;br /&gt;WE WON.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;before they announced the champs, all 16 of us held one another hands and squeezed damn tight and i was like thinking plsplsplspls.&lt;br /&gt;and we did it.&lt;br /&gt;i swear the minute they announced scgs standout we all let go of each other's hands and started jumping screaming shouting and hugging.&lt;br /&gt;WHOA MAN&lt;br /&gt;then i just remember mich and i dragging one another up that stage, high 5ing the 987 djs, getting the trophy and check and taking million of pictures with djs.&lt;br /&gt;but it was like such a blur cos i think i was so hyper i was gonna faint la.&lt;br /&gt;hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they pulled us into this rm&lt;br /&gt;and as we walked in we shouted : yelllow and green just STANDOUT. oohoooh just STANDOUT!&lt;br /&gt;haha chanting and chanting.&lt;br /&gt;whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;then take picture with click5 again and autographing.&lt;br /&gt;haha then interview by some random people.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i think i was still in post hyper shock.&lt;br /&gt;ahha&lt;br /&gt;then group photos with street fusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked out to pack up and we thanked mark richmond.&lt;br /&gt;i think the 987 djs are damn nice la! (:&lt;br /&gt;they kept congratulating us and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus ride back to school, we were all super high la.&lt;br /&gt;took pictures with ppl and the trophy etc.&lt;br /&gt;but no one has sent me any yet *coughcough* haha send me ppl! i can't remember who alrdy cos i think i was so hyper i was like randomly taking with anyone who asked me to.haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp then we all went back to school&lt;br /&gt;changed into the damn cool mtv tee shirt they gave us.&lt;br /&gt;whee i love it (:&lt;br /&gt;then i gave suyi a scare.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;suyi is a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to eat with michelle.&lt;br /&gt;we ate at mad jacks then went for ice cream at island creamery.&lt;br /&gt;talked and talked(:&lt;br /&gt;left at like nearly 11 pm pls.ahaha. fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then home sweet home to crash.&lt;br /&gt;woooohs.&lt;br /&gt;damn damn hyper pls.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha(:&lt;br /&gt;SC STANDOUT ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;what else can i say right?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam,becky,meiyi,yan,charing,mich,joanne,jil,dawn,ama,ying,joan,val,chara you guys rullllleee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupppp;&lt;br /&gt;and i must thank jodie immensely much.&lt;br /&gt;for her mental support&lt;br /&gt;doyou know jodie is the only one who msged me througout the whole comp, called me to remind me while i was backstage to turn off the display on the camcorder so it'll look nicer, to jiayou, to reassure me.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU JO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy la.&lt;br /&gt;photo's will post up once its all sent to me (coughcough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;we really rock la pls(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;catch us on mtv okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;my video. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crash back to post holla reality.&lt;br /&gt;lit test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;no mood to study to&lt;br /&gt;SCREW IT.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;forget it la.&lt;br /&gt;no mood seriously no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;holla cause me to skip tuition and church service ):&lt;br /&gt;but nvm la&lt;br /&gt;worth it yeah.&lt;br /&gt;ahha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;this is one seriously long entry man.&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, last note, jiayou ser, who's having midyrs around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST(: i love you dear(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114519969401897016?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114519969401897016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114519969401897016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114519969401897016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114519969401897016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114511451312410369</id><published>2006-04-15T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:08.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SC STANDOUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLLABACKKKKK CREWWW CHAMPS! 2006!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you teamates!&lt;br /&gt;we did it!!!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we're the best crew ever pls!&lt;br /&gt;cheering one another on and having loads of fun backstage and at rehearsals!&lt;br /&gt;WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay picture uploading frenzy and longlong post tmr i promiseee(:&lt;br /&gt;for now its off to rest cos i'm dead tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE THE FIRST HOLLABACK CREW! HOW COOL IS THAT STANDOUT!(((;&lt;br /&gt;the 16 of us rule(:&lt;br /&gt;WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sc supporters ROCK the world!(: yellow and green just STAND OUT! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114511451312410369?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114511451312410369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114511451312410369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114511451312410369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114511451312410369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/sc-standout-hollabackkkkk-crewww.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114475628512448990</id><published>2006-04-11T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:08.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okla whatever i've finished studying physics.&lt;br /&gt;heck la seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dman emo, can't study properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm....&lt;br /&gt;relieving old songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cos with my ipod repaired, i can finally access the old playlists and stuff from my old comp and put them into my mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i am now listening to this damn old playlist i compiled last yr.&lt;br /&gt;still remember okay.&lt;br /&gt;june05.&lt;br /&gt;amazing i still remember considering my memory fairly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs like-&lt;br /&gt;let me go; i miss you; far away; you and me; broken; blurry; everywhere; higher; one last breath; blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;emo la.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why also.&lt;br /&gt;thought i was like, over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the play count of i miss you numbers in the hundreds.&lt;br /&gt;whoa.&lt;br /&gt;top 25 most played;&lt;br /&gt;yeah la. memories.&lt;br /&gt;some were good, some were bad, some were sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;remembering lying in bed onthe first few nights when i went vanc.&lt;br /&gt;and on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;jetlagged so at night, can't sleep, listen to ipod.&lt;br /&gt;listen to that playlist.&lt;br /&gt;press repeat on i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;go out, see something that reminded me, then take out ipod, press play on i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;now that i think back on it, i feel quite silly.&lt;br /&gt;like gosh grace, lovesick much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i feel quite weird thinking abt stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;but the playlist is. memorable.&lt;br /&gt;don't really feel like deleting it yet though i probably shld.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what's the use of holding on to it when i made my decision to forget right.&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't really make me sad or heartache when i hear it.&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't make me smile like it did last yr.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;useless la.&lt;br /&gt;shld junk.&lt;br /&gt;but don't know. can't bring myself to do it yet.&lt;br /&gt;stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna think about who will read this post.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;only 2 or 3 ppl will actually know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;so not like it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;i need to be un-emo.&lt;br /&gt;shld study more for physics.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel stupidly emo instead.&lt;br /&gt;okayla not emo, just weird.&lt;br /&gt;like, i dunno, kinda hard to put in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;strange isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i remember,&lt;br /&gt;last yr,&lt;br /&gt;pretending not to feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;like going, yeah don't worry i wont fall that hard, its just this passing thing, it'll be over and doe with damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;like telling myself it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;guess it really got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have anyway, cos look at me;&lt;br /&gt;still hanging on to the playlist after almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;smart yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;first i thought it was just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;then i felt really drawn.&lt;br /&gt;then i felt like i was the joke.&lt;br /&gt;then i felt that it would work.&lt;br /&gt;then i felt that it wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;then i felt that you cared&lt;br /&gt;then i felt that i really cared&lt;br /&gt;then i don't know what really happened;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then now i don't know what i'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;its like relief that its over,&lt;br /&gt;its like sad that its gone,&lt;br /&gt;its like happy that i have the memories,&lt;br /&gt;its like stupid cos i still think about it from time to time;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like so strange.&lt;br /&gt;ahh i'm damn weird la.&lt;br /&gt;freaks man.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah;&lt;br /&gt;don't think don't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,&lt;br /&gt;ironic that for one whole year i kept telling myself, its for the better if its over quickly cos it wont ever work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really dman strange.&lt;br /&gt;tell myself don't think and get over it for godsakes.&lt;br /&gt;and what do i do?&lt;br /&gt;i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shld delete the bloody playlist now.&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah la.&lt;br /&gt;JUST INCASE someppl, or ahem, someone, who actually knows what the heck i'm ranting about,&lt;br /&gt;not to worry la.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not obessesive.&lt;br /&gt;or some psychotic freak who's like hung up over something dead.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even really sure what to make of myself la.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;like for real.&lt;br /&gt;but thennn,&lt;br /&gt;hey takes time to make stuff go away. memories for example.&lt;br /&gt;uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;so ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just not as cold as some might think&lt;br /&gt;and i really was serious about everything i said and stuff over the past year.&lt;br /&gt;so its not so easy to just leave it.&lt;br /&gt;can't take back words and actions yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad as least some of it is behind me.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,&lt;br /&gt;glad that sometimes ppl can get over stuff faster.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;as i said&lt;br /&gt;i meant what i said.&lt;br /&gt;so its gonna be slightly longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; over it.&lt;br /&gt;now i just need to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forget &lt;/span&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, is this another brave front of mine my brain is kicking in?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least,&lt;br /&gt;l learnt a whole lot from it.&lt;br /&gt;so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyar wadevr la.&lt;br /&gt;i'm spewing such emo nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;i need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study dinner and tv.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a plan.&lt;br /&gt;stupid playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*delete*-.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114475628512448990?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114475628512448990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114475628512448990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114475628512448990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114475628512448990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/okla-whatever-ive-finished-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114474822614854865</id><published>2006-04-11T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:08.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/igod/main.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha check it out.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay off to study for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114474822614854865?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114474822614854865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114474822614854865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114474822614854865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114474822614854865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114474675551567526</id><published>2006-04-11T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:08.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crashing Down -Sugarcult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've got something up my sleeve that i don't want to show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cause everytime i bleed i make a fool of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've got shaky little fingers, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hold on to your grip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you've got wrapped around my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so tight that i can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm suffocating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;we come crashing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;everytime we go this far again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we come tumbling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everytime we go this far again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everytime we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i've got nothing that i hide except for what's inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i keep it all locked up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in this prison we call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm suffocating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couting Stars -Sugarcult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, I wanna crawl out of my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apologize for all my sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the things I should have said to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, I can't make it go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Over and over in my brain again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All the things I should have said to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counting stars wishing I was okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crashing down was my biggest mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I never ever meant to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I only did what I had to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counting stars again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll take this day by day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under the covers I'm okay I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's too short and I feel small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listened to nice sugarcult songs on my ipod on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;bus side was spent in silent contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;ei, these songs are nice.&lt;br /&gt;bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;today was rahs.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i'm being bad kid, updating even though i have tests left right and center everyday.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, its theraputic for me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;yeah to me la anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first lesson!&lt;br /&gt;history.&lt;br /&gt;mrs wang told us abt the history test, like what we shld have written and blah.&lt;br /&gt;AND I THINK I PROBABLY DID ONLY 1/3 OF WHAT SHE SAID.&lt;br /&gt;shitla. hateshistory. ):&lt;br /&gt;copied the answers to other questions. she said we'll get our paper back this week or next week.&lt;br /&gt;rawrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then physics!&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i randomly understand current electricity.&lt;br /&gt;V=IR.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit;&lt;br /&gt;pfffffts.&lt;br /&gt;stop _______.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts damnit.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;made a fool of myself in lit.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;so rach and i have come up with a strategy for me.&lt;br /&gt;yes rach -looks at rach-&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenn. emath.&lt;br /&gt;okay la.&lt;br /&gt;forgot to bring ws.&lt;br /&gt;so i did the chij paper.&lt;br /&gt;yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;grumbled and whined to rach and yingjun abt ______.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess!&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;was damn damn damn DAMN funny.&lt;br /&gt;-looks at suelin,jodie,wheezy-&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGG(:&lt;br /&gt;i laughed so hard i cried la!&lt;br /&gt;we all did. right? ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;LOL. ROFL. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;okayyy haha(:&lt;br /&gt;and i wont bloody fall down on the stairs la suelin! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese prelim-compo.&lt;br /&gt;sucked.&lt;br /&gt;first i decided to do q5.&lt;br /&gt;then halfway i changed to q3&lt;br /&gt;so i ran outta time&lt;br /&gt;*#$@&lt;br /&gt;die la.&lt;br /&gt;sure failed.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;ahhh tmr's oral&lt;br /&gt;remember last yrs oral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lao shi: (after i finished reading the passage) students! grace is fantastic! (me:what?!) she got the most number of wrong words! 12!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: ....&lt;br /&gt;thenn...&lt;br /&gt;lao shi: (reads out question to me for conversation)&lt;br /&gt;me: SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;lao shi: WHAT DID YOU SAY?!&lt;br /&gt;me: eerrr nothingnothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;so great la.&lt;br /&gt;tmr sure die again&lt;br /&gt;grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem!&lt;br /&gt;forgot to bring notes. (yeah i forgot many things today)&lt;br /&gt;so i copied like crazy from the ppt.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rushed down to redcross rm, got out the dummy, bandages etc.&lt;br /&gt;the victoria reported then i went to amphi.&lt;br /&gt;go thru promo, etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;cpr proceedure!-stares damn hard at suelin-&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i think we laughed so much we rolled on the floor la.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygodddd.&lt;br /&gt;ahha and we professed our love for the dummy.&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;i think the sectwos think we're crazy.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;then i demo.&lt;br /&gt;and suelin kept going no breathing no pulse.&lt;br /&gt;PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;right la suelin!&lt;br /&gt;like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: pls call ambulance 995 and get back to me  (part of the case study proceedure)&lt;br /&gt;suelin: -stares at me- DON'T WANT.&lt;br /&gt;me: WHAT?! aiyar wadevr la you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. like o.O.&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sueline left, gave them mock sfa.&lt;br /&gt;then i left.&lt;br /&gt;yeah then became abit erm. emo on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;bus rides are contemplative la.&lt;br /&gt;yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay physics test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't studied.&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;whoopiie yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwelll.&lt;br /&gt;magnetism and static electricity.&lt;br /&gt;dengs-.&lt;br /&gt;roar.&lt;br /&gt;okay studystudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yeah jo, i'm running away from stuff i don't wanna face like my _____  ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114474675551567526?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114474675551567526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114474675551567526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114474675551567526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114474675551567526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/crashing-down-sugarcult-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114466396483416497</id><published>2006-04-10T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:08.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school today was full of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;talked to char til quite late lst night, online and by sms.&lt;br /&gt;i love you char(: it seems like you're the only one who knows exactly how i feel cos we're in the exactly same sorta shit. thankyouuu.&lt;br /&gt;cried alittle after we hung up, but then i told myself i shldnt be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;first period bio was nonsense la.&lt;br /&gt;watched the whole weird video thingy&lt;br /&gt;rach and i talked abt some stuff in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ce.&lt;br /&gt;was pretty cool, the whole drugs thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amath!&lt;br /&gt;fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;i cried and stuff and i was this stupid horrible mess.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou yingjun, who gave me tissue and rach who tried to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;i honestly feel stupid for breaking down like that.&lt;br /&gt;screwed up la.&lt;br /&gt;was trying dman hard to cover up my hiding my eyes in my jacket but i guess it was obvious.&lt;br /&gt;ei shit la i hate being emo and sad and stupid like that.&lt;br /&gt;but thankyou all so much(:&lt;br /&gt;i love you two desk partners(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, fuzzy, hil and aud who totally made me laugh and be happy after that on the way to assembly.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i love my classmates alot and i really don't wanna separate at the end of the yearrr ):&lt;br /&gt;grah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;assembly was cool.&lt;br /&gt;OMG cam was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;laughed like crazy and felt so much better(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then recess,&lt;br /&gt;ate and read thru for history.&lt;br /&gt;then history test.&lt;br /&gt;screwed it up la.&lt;br /&gt;like really badly.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;pffts.&lt;br /&gt;there goes my history grade.&lt;br /&gt;watch it slide down the drain yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chem test right after that.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what basicity and iron ore was.&lt;br /&gt;but thankgod it was quite easy and in the end i think i wld have done alright.&lt;br /&gt;crossed fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes felt damn swollen.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt so stupid for crying so much in the space of 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;damnit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;physics was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterschool, went serene with jo for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;attempted to cheer myself up by having ice cream for lunch(:&lt;br /&gt;and talking to jodie totallllly helped(:&lt;br /&gt;we did really silly things, like using fries as chopsticks to pick up the fry i dropped into the curry sauce.&lt;br /&gt;and laughing at _____ and ______ and ________ (:&lt;br /&gt;yes jodie totally cheers me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in my stupid fbts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realised tmr's chinese paper is COMPO.&lt;br /&gt;which means don't need study.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was yingyongwen which means i have to memorise format but no its not.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;am just trying to regroup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must study physics ltr.&lt;br /&gt;physics test on wed.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trm still have to stay back for sfa stuff somemore.&lt;br /&gt;shit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah&lt;br /&gt;my ca1 grades suck like shit.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;fantastic la.&lt;br /&gt;my mum is gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;off to study and change and nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114466396483416497?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114466396483416497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114466396483416497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114466396483416497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114466396483416497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/school-today-was-full-of-ups-and-downs.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114458466831245434</id><published>2006-04-09T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:08.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so kuai!&lt;br /&gt;i studied alot today.&lt;br /&gt;my brain hurts.&lt;br /&gt;haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;blog abt yest.&lt;br /&gt;church was good!&lt;br /&gt;loved worship!&lt;br /&gt;and this cell leader invited me and yan to join her cell.&lt;br /&gt;and she was really nice la&lt;br /&gt;and the youth pastor was really friendly la(:&lt;br /&gt;yepp. i likeee ittt.&lt;br /&gt;the msg was good too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;then went for home cell.&lt;br /&gt;cer didn't gooo ):&lt;br /&gt;so char and i slacked ard in her rm&lt;br /&gt;playing guit and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then we talked and talked and talked&lt;br /&gt;shared alot(:&lt;br /&gt;thankyou char(: i love you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp today;&lt;br /&gt;cell was good? yepp.&lt;br /&gt;for once we found a place to have cell(:&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;i kept getting suaned by ser and mel and etc abt my fairprice plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;YA LA VERY UNGLAM LA.&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah for the whole of yest and today some shit happenned.&lt;br /&gt;really fucked up shit.&lt;br /&gt;i was damn scared and all&lt;br /&gt;but thankyou sam korkor(:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ROCK(:&lt;br /&gt;yes sam helped me make _________ go away.&lt;br /&gt;and i've learnt the very impt lesson of : never giving your number to people you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;sighs yes.&lt;br /&gt;but pheww sam helped me(:&lt;br /&gt;thankyou korkor. tons and tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised korkor always helps me in tough shitty situations(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad i have my korkor!&lt;br /&gt;haha(: yay sam rocks yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;and sam esp rocks to *ahemahem* right? ((((:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes.&lt;br /&gt;after sam got me out of my shitty nonsense&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us (anas sam and i) had a highly amusing convo!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes,&lt;br /&gt;for interests of PUBLICALLY HUMILIATING SAM, i am gonna post very unglm photos of sam, who took up the challenge of eating a slice of cheesecake in 5 mouthfuls!&lt;br /&gt;HHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the viddd.! hahahahah :D (ohyes love you too korkor) hahahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzVb2LA8nsU"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzVb2LA8nsU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa(:&lt;br /&gt;sam is crazyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yupp&lt;br /&gt;anywayy!&lt;br /&gt;watching the bimbotic contest aka miss singapore universe&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;dad and i are watching together and we're bitching abt the contestent's body and eetc&lt;br /&gt;ahahha(:&lt;br /&gt;yay daddy rocks.&lt;br /&gt;i love bitching with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;its damn funny&lt;br /&gt;w'ere betting for diff girls. hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy la.&lt;br /&gt;i love talking to crazy people online.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i've given up mugging any further for hist and chem.&lt;br /&gt;heck it la.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've given it my mostly best shot.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;bitching with daddy! haha (:&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i swear i am gonna STOP blogging til next week.&lt;br /&gt;i MUST study.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;okay byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114458466831245434?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114458466831245434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114458466831245434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114458466831245434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114458466831245434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-so-kuai-i-studied-alot-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114447794661606991</id><published>2006-04-08T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:08.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updating&lt;br /&gt;i know, i dunno why i'm updating again either.&lt;br /&gt;i shld go study&lt;br /&gt;but i'm too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning, wokeup, went to school&lt;br /&gt;everyone waited for GLORIA CHENG to come, that toot was so lateeee! tsks.&lt;br /&gt;boarded bus, went to temask poly.&lt;br /&gt;haha quite fun la.&lt;br /&gt;morning workout, games, structure comp, vid awards presentation;&lt;br /&gt;lala gloria and i helped the new recruits with their structure! (:&lt;br /&gt;i love the new recruits, they're so bonded and united and stuff(:&lt;br /&gt;saying the redcross pledge with all the other redcross cadets from all the units was damn cool(:&lt;br /&gt;like gloria said, you feel like you're really PART of something-the international redcross redcresent and redcrystal movement! :D&lt;br /&gt;yayyyae.&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;slacked ard.&lt;br /&gt;then gloria and i decided to put our time to good use and study chem!&lt;br /&gt;we did 79 tys mcq quest together! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;-i feel studious. -nods.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, seeing the newrecruits get their enrolment badges was pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;haha to think i got mine 4 yrs ago&lt;br /&gt;and now i will pass out soon.&lt;br /&gt;interesting;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then!&lt;br /&gt;physics tuition at 1230&lt;br /&gt;so gloria and i walked to bus stop to take 581 to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;AND WE SAW THE BUS AS WE WERE NEARING THE BUSTOP.&lt;br /&gt;so we rannnnnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;annd made it(:&lt;br /&gt;then ! my mum called me on the way to tell me that my tuition got CANCELLED cos my tutor is SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*#@!&lt;br /&gt;rawr!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;so i rushed for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;so got to orchard, took my time having lunch and then came home.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm damn tired from sleeping at like 1am yest.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed up till 12 to wish happy birthday, did the *ahemahem* and talked to lionel on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;then wake up so early somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes,&lt;br /&gt;i lazy to study chem now cos i alrdy did chem with gloria.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall study tonight when i get home la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church with yan afterwards then homecell with ser&amp;char.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH.&lt;br /&gt;am happy cos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY IPOD CAME BACK FROM REPAIRING !!! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely! hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkayyy!&lt;br /&gt;shower and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then church! yayaayyayayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebyeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114447794661606991?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114447794661606991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114447794661606991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114447794661606991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114447794661606991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/updating-i-know-i-dunno-why-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114441797470755393</id><published>2006-04-07T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:08.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahaah.&lt;br /&gt;mustmustmust blog this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first;&lt;br /&gt;irvin's stove glass exploded.&lt;br /&gt;BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;-looks scared.&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;but at least didn't gethurt.&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;but omg so funny and freakky.&lt;br /&gt;and now i keep thinking abt it! cos its so strange!&lt;br /&gt;dear me. yikes. -looks shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second;&lt;br /&gt;some anon person tagged the scrcy sectwos blog and told them sarahtan passed fa promo.&lt;br /&gt;and since sue lin and i are the only two ppl who know the results&lt;br /&gt;and neither of us tagged, the person who tagged is so strange!.&lt;br /&gt;hhaah peiwen thought its me.&lt;br /&gt;dengs-.&lt;br /&gt;mygoodness, all of them are speculating this and that about fa promo la&lt;br /&gt;aiyo relax sectwos(: what you get is just how hard you studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third;&lt;br /&gt;yay, halfway thru my lit analysis for act2scene3&lt;br /&gt;and my mum kindly volunteered to help me type out my essay (: hurhurhurrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth;&lt;br /&gt;rach rocks and so do i(:&lt;br /&gt;ahah damn funny convo with her and hanny.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth;&lt;br /&gt;my highly amusing msn convos are rendering me unable to do my lit&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;okay but i think i'm mostly done.&lt;br /&gt;yippee. hil volunteered to do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;hehee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright la. i shall blog next week;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is packed and all the tests.&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye for noww. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114441797470755393?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114441797470755393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114441797470755393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114441797470755393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114441797470755393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/wahaah.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114441136271614040</id><published>2006-04-07T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:07.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a crazily strange day&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yepp.&lt;br /&gt;emath was fine. chinese was ermmm bad.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;we had to do a compre practice which i screwed up along with aud and all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah, we had open bk ting xie.&lt;br /&gt;ain't that cool? we're grat barginers. we thought lao shi wld nv agree but she did.&lt;br /&gt;aha.&lt;br /&gt;and i passed chinese test! 23/40.&lt;br /&gt;cool right? ehe.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, double physics.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't that bad cos mr tang showed us photos! and told us funny stories.&lt;br /&gt;woke me up alittle cos i was abit stone after the first period of physics.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess, had lit mentor trng.&lt;br /&gt;was alright.&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english!&lt;br /&gt;got back our letter writing.&lt;br /&gt;did relatively well la, quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;WAIEE. omg she's so pro. -faints.&lt;br /&gt;really, her eng rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, lit extra class.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, was abit boring cos i was really sleepy and gloria xw and i were panicking abt being late for rc.&lt;br /&gt;yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;got back essay.&lt;br /&gt;-nods. dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;more responsiblity. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, thanks samkorkor, you cheered me up heaps and tons and loads with your msges (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redcross, was alright la.&lt;br /&gt;full uni againn.&lt;br /&gt;scoldings and all.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when we scold but its necessary right.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so many casualty's today from the sec3s.&lt;br /&gt;poor yaoqi! get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;and also sylvia, who cldn't move her legs from being in squad too long. HAHA. (: damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;she had to hang on to me and try to move.&lt;br /&gt;i like huanting's cool badge! -ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;ex-ncos came back! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp then went home.&lt;br /&gt;met renee at bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;yes big hug-.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typing out the lit stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;hmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is packed with tests and nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;monday:hist&amp;chem test&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:chinese prelims&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: chinese prelims&lt;br /&gt;thursday:physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but friday! (: good friday(: yes yan(: whee.&lt;br /&gt;and sat! hollaback.&lt;br /&gt;okay must focus of the fun at the end of the week instead of the stupid monotony of tests.&lt;br /&gt;rawrrs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppp.&lt;br /&gt;dunno man.&lt;br /&gt;am tired of responsiblity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights.&lt;br /&gt;stupid rainy weather.&lt;br /&gt;lousy flies flying around  the comp area!&lt;br /&gt;*#&amp;amp;@! rawrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy do lit do lit do lit.&lt;br /&gt;focuss*&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114441136271614040?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114441136271614040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114441136271614040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114441136271614040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114441136271614040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/ei_114441136271614040.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114431952297801625</id><published>2006-04-06T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:07.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>headacheeee ): ughs.&lt;br /&gt;stupid rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy.&lt;br /&gt;blog.&lt;br /&gt;first, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;see this: http://www.apple.com/macosx/bootcamp/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got it in an email&lt;br /&gt;yes-shocked.&lt;br /&gt;hrmphs. why is mac stopping to such a level.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, this gives windows users NOT  to switch to mac.&lt;br /&gt;and thus mac will sell more computers.&lt;br /&gt;which means they will get richer and have more money for r&amp;amp;d and make even better computers! haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, am shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm yest wasn't too great.&lt;br /&gt;cos of ____&gt;yes fuzzy hil and sam knw.&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys(: you three cheered me up&lt;br /&gt;but it was okay la.&lt;br /&gt;conferencing cheered me up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;oh i just saw an email on cip projects mr teh thought of for open house.&lt;br /&gt;ehhh its pretty damn cool la(:&lt;br /&gt;yay openhouse! (: jiayous hmm hanny? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was hmm. haha.&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, read yan's grade 8 music comments.&lt;br /&gt;yan is pro. -nods. omggg. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit oratory comp.&lt;br /&gt;rehearsed with rekha for less than an hour, borrowed costumes from the dance and choir rm&lt;br /&gt;and i think we did pretty darn well considering(:&lt;br /&gt;yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;i think we might get in -crosses finger- hopefully la. yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;hahhahha teasing rekha after that was damn funny! hahah (: -psst rekha has a crush on my brotherrrr(: ahha sebastian la.&lt;br /&gt;yepps! everyone said i looked alot like viola/caesario!&lt;br /&gt;and jean saw me and asked if i was sebastian! which is VEERY good cos sebastian is my twin brother! (in the play) yayyes.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was good la(: lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming home wasn't so fun ):&lt;br /&gt;walked with michelle.&lt;br /&gt;i got drenched. we both did la.&lt;br /&gt;cos, FOUR CARS SPLASHED US AT THE TRAFFIC JUNCTION.&lt;br /&gt;wth!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was cursing like crazy at all the cars la.&lt;br /&gt;pffts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now marking the first aid promo papers.&lt;br /&gt;goodness.&lt;br /&gt;no comments man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tmr's lit extra class and redcross promo!&lt;br /&gt;uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday will be good(:&lt;br /&gt;-awards ceremony for rc vid awards in the morning&lt;br /&gt;-physics tuition in the afternoon (errrm haha)&lt;br /&gt;-church and dinner with yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;love saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;the following saturday rocks too la(:&lt;br /&gt;mans! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells.&lt;br /&gt;yes. will change my layout now.&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm not in the mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;amath test today was alright la.&lt;br /&gt;so monday hist and chem. will mug over the weekend and tmr.&lt;br /&gt;so today slack abit first.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the good friday weekend next week pls.&lt;br /&gt;fri sat and sun are all filled with the best activities((:&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright la.&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;and i shld finish marking the fa papers which are giving me an even worse headache.&lt;br /&gt;): sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114431952297801625?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114431952297801625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114431952297801625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114431952297801625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114431952297801625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/headacheeee-ughs.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114415120325561233</id><published>2006-04-04T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:07.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging for the third time today laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;no one online, no one msging me, no one talking to me on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like how chao boreddd ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today school end to early somemore! ei.&lt;br /&gt;boring laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did amath rev and chinese and lit and physics.&lt;br /&gt;yah.&lt;br /&gt;see i'm like so kuai pls.&lt;br /&gt;eheh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i just watch the oprah show.&lt;br /&gt;and OMGOMG(:&lt;br /&gt;IT HAD JON BON JOVI.&lt;br /&gt;hahaahahahaah i'm gonna say it.&lt;br /&gt;i have a crush man.&lt;br /&gt;cos BON JOVI IS SO DAMN SEXYYYYYYAE.&lt;br /&gt;-faints.&lt;br /&gt;he's like HOW sexy pls! ohmannnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa and he's so sweet somemore, married his high school sweetheart for 16yrs !!!&lt;br /&gt;omg man.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha HE'S SO HOT(:&lt;br /&gt;and he sang it's my life, you give love a bad name and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;SO NICE PLS(:&lt;br /&gt;the guitarist, richie sambora is like PRO PLS.&lt;br /&gt;he played the elec guit&lt;br /&gt;and WHOA man(:&lt;br /&gt;esp the have a nice day solo part.&lt;br /&gt;him and his elec guit.&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING NICE. -beams.&lt;br /&gt;if only i cld learn to be as good as him man.&lt;br /&gt;but i bet even if i practice everyday i'll still suck.&lt;br /&gt;bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes.&lt;br /&gt;JON BON JOVI IS SO SEXY. -grins.&lt;br /&gt;his voice is like. sexy too(: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder he's like voted the sexist rocker ever.&lt;br /&gt;mygod man hahahah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, now i'm relieving bon jovi songs(:&lt;br /&gt;listening to them now.&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s bonjovi. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;i keep on replaying the guit solo at 2:22 cos its like WOW.&lt;br /&gt;haha damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;but richie looks damn gay. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;i love bonjovi. hothothot. hahahah(:&lt;br /&gt;eyecandy baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;very very bored.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;really bored la.&lt;br /&gt;sians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes. i love hearts breaking even by bon jovi.&lt;br /&gt;shall post the lyrics here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been a cold, cold, cold, cold night tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can't get you off my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God knows I've tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I throw away the best part of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I cut you off, did I cut myself with the same damn knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hide my tears in the pouring rain, had my share of hurt and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't say my name, run away, cause it's all in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My hearts breaking even, now there's no use we even try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey I cried, Yeah I lied, Hell I almost died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't got a reason, let's just fold the cards and say good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all right, just two hearts breaking even tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been a long, long, long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since I've had your love here in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We didn't understand it, we couldn't understand it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, nothing's fair in love and hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You lay it all down and walk away , before it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We danced all night as the music played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sheets got tangled in the mess we made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There in the stains , we remain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one left to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My hearts breaking even, now there's no use we even try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey I cried, Yeah I lied, Hell I almost died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't got a reason, let's just fold the cards and say good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all right, just two hearts breaking even tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go on, get on with your life, Yeah - I'll get on with mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken hearts can't call the cops, yeah it's the perfect crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twisting and turning the night keeps me yearning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm burning alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm paying the price again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'll see the light again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My hearts breaking even, now there's no use we even try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey I cried, Yeah I lied, Hell I almost died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't got a reason, let's just fold the cards and say good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all right, just two hearts breaking even tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;damn nice. haha the lyrics rock too.&lt;br /&gt;okay but the bestbest song is welcome to wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;its like super nice la.&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;okay all his songs are damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la.&lt;br /&gt;off to go do something more constructive.&lt;br /&gt;someone quick call/sms/msn me and save me from boredom.&lt;br /&gt;rahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114415120325561233?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114415120325561233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114415120325561233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114415120325561233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114415120325561233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114413786459301521</id><published>2006-04-04T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:07.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm oh so hyper and bored and can't focus on studying.!&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Fun Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/fun-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't help yourself... you flirt with everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, girls, crushes, and friends. They're all victims to your charm.&lt;br /&gt;You're into silly innuendos, sexy jokes, and playful touches.&lt;br /&gt;You are a huge flirt, yet you never make anyone (too) uncomfortable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i'm a huge flirt?! really mehhhhh. mygod. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei! i'm evil! coool(: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 248, 194);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will only have one true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may have been hurt before, you tend to bring very little scars into new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a quirky, unique person to be your lover. You're easy going about who you're with, as long as they love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you speak your mind and don't hold back. You know you're right, and you can get quite angry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhh. i'll only have one true love? haha how cool. actually, come to think of it, the results of this quiz are quite accurate! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(211, 205, 218);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 64% Abnormal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e4e1e8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at high risk for being a psychopath. It is very likely that you have no soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is somewhat likely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is somewhat likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at risk of being a psychopath?! hahahah i thought i already am one. haahha i'm so abnormal. this is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmm. i strike people like that? well i wldn't know. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(234, 234, 234);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Caramel Crunch Donut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/caramel-crunch-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a complex creature, and you're guilty of complicating things for fun.&lt;br /&gt;You've been known to sit around pondering the meaning of life...&lt;br /&gt;Or at times, pondering the meaning of your doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;To frost or not to frost? To fill or not to fill? These are your eternal questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donuts! haha i dun like my flavour! ): caramel crunch?! what kind of flavour is that man. hahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/sci-fi.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from.&lt;br /&gt;And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics...&lt;br /&gt;Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i agree with the "ideas are very strange" part but not the sci-fi part. i don't even read sci fi for goodness sakes! hahaha. oh except for war of the worlds. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(248, 139, 139);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(167, 206, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm an eunuch?! ahahah look who's reading too much twelfth night huh? haha. i get along with both sexes. AH. right. haahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Quirk Factor: 54%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howquirkyareyouquiz/quirky-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty quirky person, but you're just normal enough to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations - you've fooled other people into thinking you're just like them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howquirkyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Quirky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quirky! -lololol. ohyes, but all of you think i'm so normal! :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Japanese Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/japanese-food.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange yet delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief, you're not always eaten raw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm strange! hahaha omg la all my results all tell me i'm mental or something. how funny. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, mygod i need to calm down la.! i'm like too freaking hyperrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;yayness!&lt;br /&gt;hhaha blogthings rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114413786459301521?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114413786459301521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114413786459301521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114413786459301521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114413786459301521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha-quizzes_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114413469609086050</id><published>2006-04-04T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:02.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ei.&lt;br /&gt;my ear is bleeding ): againnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;pffts.&lt;br /&gt;am trying to stop the blood.&lt;br /&gt;rah.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. it makes my feel light headed and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;shld get it checked out one day. it happens so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;i'm angry at _____ ):&lt;br /&gt;&gt;breathes deeply.&lt;br /&gt;am trying not to talk to ______ now so that i don't say something i'll regret ltr.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure ser will be very proud of me, since she is always telling me i shldn't keep being impulsive and saying things to ppl in fits of anger&lt;br /&gt;yess.&lt;br /&gt;ser be proud of me!(; yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp but i'm in an extremely happy mood so its not really affecting me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so happy?&lt;br /&gt;cos! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY QA AND VA TODAY WENT SO WELL(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LIT WENT WELL(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;yay! (: my va was so goodd okayy! its the FIRST time my results were all the sammmmeeee.&lt;br /&gt;whee. titration! HEH. i think mrs choo was somewhat pleased. and xw said she cld tell i was very happy! YES I'M LIKE HAPPY. yayayayay (: haha poor people who talked to me after school, i was like LALALA(:&lt;br /&gt;hahaa(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lit was YIPPEES.&lt;br /&gt;uhuh, everyone in m lit class knows why.&lt;br /&gt;YES. (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy(:&lt;br /&gt;and you know, i think i shld thank god.&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm. cos its like a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;i thought that the essay wld screw up. i swear man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp so i was like BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE.&lt;br /&gt;even though my ear was bleeding during eng.&lt;br /&gt;yeshhhh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*do you know 5 people's birthday's are all in april? hahahahah. sorry i think its very strange. do people like to procreate in july or something? -ponders-&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm like INSANELY high(:&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermerm.&lt;br /&gt;lit oratory on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T REMEMBER MY LINES.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, will go practice more ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh.-nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh i'm very hyper so i don't want to stop blogging but i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next two weekends are filled with fun exciting things (: i love the month of april man! (:&lt;br /&gt;its like EXCITING.&lt;br /&gt;we have millions of tests too.&lt;br /&gt;okay thats not very fun but its EXCITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i know i will reply to tags, something i haven't done in eons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ser: mr horse? i hated the horse beanie. it was damn ugly! haha and plus you bought it for me a few yrs ago remember! i dunno what you're talking abt man. and you still look chio with your eyes close la(: hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cara: haha thankyou!(: i'm super happy(: lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;char: yes the lamb is cute(: and i have millions of bears, why wld i buy it! hahah but yesh is cute la (: anyway, the apples look better with you in the picture(: heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel: octopus or jellyfish, its still fugly. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE. HYPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la. this is nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;byebyebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114413469609086050?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114413469609086050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114413469609086050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114413469609086050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114413469609086050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/ei.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114406925318181144</id><published>2006-04-03T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blind by Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I watched helpless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you turn around to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A past so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That even you could not bury if you tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I loved you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And part of me died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would be like it was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But nights like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems are slowly fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh this song is like so sad la ):&lt;br /&gt;if i were to bold all the lines that meant something to me, i wld have to bold almost the whole song, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things in the song i've done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;falling asleeping dreaming about you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wishing things were back to last time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;part of me feeling like it had melted away when i decided to forget;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the past hurt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying to make you realise how much you mean to me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the knowledge that no one will ever know how much you meant to me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;alright la(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm really happy today, sad songs ain't not gonna get me down(:&lt;br /&gt;lovesickness is nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;am over it.&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing just made me a stronger and better person.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna collect whatever's left and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh yes, all over and done with that now(:&lt;br /&gt;moving on mans; right ser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching and bitching about the contestants on so you think you can dance with jo now.&lt;br /&gt;ehehe(: we're so bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;jo keeps telling me i shld be less horny(: haha. i'm like high and very horny over the sexy dancers(:&lt;br /&gt;alright! time to watch the hot guys dance(; and the sexy girls groove(:&lt;br /&gt;and bitch like mad with jo! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114406925318181144?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114406925318181144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114406925318181144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114406925318181144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114406925318181144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/blind-by-lifehouse-i-was-young-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114405752931059869</id><published>2006-04-03T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:02.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/DSC00464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 138px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/DSC00464.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay(: the it club baton relay team+hanny(:&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys so super muchh(: heh.&lt;br /&gt;from left: rachel, me,wanda,michelle,angela,renee,jennet&lt;br /&gt;and front and center is...HANNY(: yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*p.s. hanny, your cam is so freaking blur, so get a sharper one for godsakes. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114405752931059869?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114405752931059869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114405752931059869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114405752931059869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114405752931059869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay-it-club-baton-relay-teamhanny-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114405328473557790</id><published>2006-04-03T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:02.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHOH .&lt;br /&gt;extra note: quick someone write me a testi so i can hit 80 testimonials!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;sorry la, im despo to hit 80(:&lt;br /&gt;its a nice numberrr!&lt;br /&gt;write okay ppl write!!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i keep seeing my who viewed me increase but got no testimonials oneee.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//shhit damn hyperrrrr!!!! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha poor hanny, talking to me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114405328473557790?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114405328473557790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114405328473557790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114405328473557790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114405328473557790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/ohoh.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114405288067981862</id><published>2006-04-03T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first off;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE WEEZHUN.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT CLUB GOT 3RD FOR SPORTS DAY CLUBS AND SOCIETIES RACE!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;3 you all my fellow runners(:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;exciting day!&lt;br /&gt;sports day.&lt;br /&gt;first aid duty was freaky,this girl fainted, so we had to stretcher her.&lt;br /&gt;gosh man&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;adreneline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, ran for it club.&lt;br /&gt;changed into my fbts and pe shirt,&lt;br /&gt;then all 8 of us runners practiced passing the baton.&lt;br /&gt;then! the race!(:&lt;br /&gt;i was the 6th runner, and i had to run the curve.&lt;br /&gt;our starting was abit slow, cos lynn, our first runner, didn't hear the horn&lt;br /&gt;but!&lt;br /&gt;renee caming zooming at me,&lt;br /&gt;and the minute she slapped the baton into my hand, i whooooooshed off.&lt;br /&gt;and then! the sixth runner for choir RAN INTO MY LANE! ):&lt;br /&gt;so i almost crashed into her, and had to run into the first lane to avoid her.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, was worried we wld come in last&lt;br /&gt;BUT! WE DID IIT(:&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYAE.&lt;br /&gt;i love you runners(:&lt;br /&gt;hhaa i think hanny's proud of us, cheering at the sidelines(:&lt;br /&gt;red cross came in last but its okay la(: i still love my scrcy-ers(:&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyae.!&lt;br /&gt;hiphiphooray(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;then jo and i went to her house, showered changed ate lunch,&lt;br /&gt;then went for tuition!&lt;br /&gt;haha we did alot of shit in tuition.&lt;br /&gt;like my whining to jo.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;but yes. tuition with jo is always fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came home.&lt;br /&gt;still in my fbts and jodie's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M DAMN HYPER AND HAPPYYYYY(:&lt;br /&gt;woooooot!&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, my other reason for being so hyper and happy is cos of ________;&lt;br /&gt;haha cara, gloria and xuewen and jodie know why la hor.&lt;br /&gt;shan't say here.&lt;br /&gt;BUT YEAH! WOOOSH.&lt;br /&gt;i love running man(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyes.&lt;br /&gt;outta here to go shower.&lt;br /&gt;will upload th pics of our relay team and my pic with renee ltr.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114405288067981862?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114405288067981862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114405288067981862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114405288067981862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114405288067981862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-off-happy-birthday-uncle-weezhun.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114396654199897063</id><published>2006-04-02T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:02.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heeellllooo(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, a big huge thankyou to everyone who told me to cheer up or attempted to cheer me up(:&lt;br /&gt;esp samkorkor thanks so much(:&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;guess we all have our bad days huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yupp.&lt;br /&gt;yest totally cheered me up! (:&lt;br /&gt;and today cell breakfast was great too(:&lt;br /&gt;pictures galore! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy.&lt;br /&gt;will blog abt yest first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first piece of good news was that physics tuition was cancelled! yayyyyyae. -cheers very loudly-&lt;br /&gt;ok la. so i went out for a short while to deposit some cash in the bank and eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;i had bk(: yayyaes.&lt;br /&gt;yepp then i went to rtc to study. its like nice and quiet and aircon! heh.&lt;br /&gt;then my parents came and picked me up and dropped me at the pandang(: so nice of them, cos i was supposed to find my way down there.&lt;br /&gt;yupp got there and found sam and anas.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to give goodluck wishes to the hollaback-ers.&lt;br /&gt;lots of sc girls there to support.&lt;br /&gt;and ermmmmm, some were kinda wearing the sc shirt in an inappropriate manner.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;and sam and anas kept suaning me for wearing a tank!!! ): ei! -blushes-&lt;br /&gt;yupp then after sc performed, sam anas and i headed to raffles city to get a drink and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;on the way to raffles city from the padang, sam and anas were racing and i got left behinddddd. eiiiii. i'm the youngest and i'm the most MATURE okay. haha sam and anas were being mad.&lt;br /&gt;went to bk for the 2nd time that day and we drank coke.&lt;br /&gt;or rather sam drank all of our coke and anas and i just had alittle. haha cos sam's a WATER BARREL.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/P1060220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/P1060220.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anas and i taken by sam! haha i knowww i look spastic. sorry la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;then yan called me and she was going to hv gastric cos that silly girl didn't eat the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;so i takeout-ed food from bk for her and then went back to padang to find her.&lt;br /&gt;yupp made yan eat then we bought apple soda and errr haha talked rot in the holding area(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1947.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha apple soda! buy 2 get one freeee.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;announced results and sc got into finals!!!!! :D woooot.&lt;br /&gt;so looks like i actually have to step in as a videographer. hahaha. -looks freaked out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1949.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;random picture of wheezy and i taken at post-results hollaback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but anyway, then something very very sad happened /:&lt;br /&gt;so after the whole thing was sorted out, we were gonna be late for church!!!&lt;br /&gt;so yan michelle and i RAN to raffles city, daopaoed food and ran to catch the mrt to newton.&lt;br /&gt;we got abit lost in the mrt station. )): it was so huge and confusing. hahaha. -looks at yan-&lt;br /&gt;i was whining like a kid about eating ben and jerrys cos yan deprived me and i told her i wld be moody. ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;then got to newton and cabbed from there to church.&lt;br /&gt;we ate in the cab and talked and blahblah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;michelle had a very funny conversation with the cabbie. hahahaha. the funny uncle and funny michelle.&lt;br /&gt;then got to church, yan went off to practice cos she was playing the violin for worship, so michelle and i walked from church to my house and i changed my shirt to be more decent.&lt;br /&gt;walked back to church and got there just in time for service.&lt;br /&gt;haha yan was super good at playingggg! :D go yiyan! heh.&lt;br /&gt;service was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;then altar call, michelle responded((:&lt;br /&gt;i'm really happy for michelle.&lt;br /&gt;went up with her and prayed for her. (:&lt;br /&gt;yi yan was evil, she brought along a bilingual bible and i had to share with her cos i forgot to bring mine.&lt;br /&gt;and she covered up the english side and made me read the chineseeee! AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1948.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yan&amp; i(: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*ehhhh yan! service next sat, 5pm, dont forget yes! haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes. anyway, then i walked home and yan and michelle went home.&lt;br /&gt;stayed up and watched tv and talked to yan and....&lt;br /&gt;YAN PASSED HER GRADE 8 PIANO!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;i knew you cld do it yan!!! 'great musicianship' ei! ((:&lt;br /&gt;pro man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp so then, today&lt;br /&gt;went to church, took the bus down to tanglin mall to meet the rest of the cell at macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1950.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes char, we all know you love your 'cute' apples(: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;haha we ate and then we went to the toy shoppp!!! aha cos ser was in a childish mood -looks at ser- haha she always is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;first she said she missed the disney channel, then she said she wanted to go toy shop.&lt;br /&gt;so small mel, char, ser and i went to the toy shop!&lt;br /&gt;haha we had lots of fun snapping pics with the ty beanies.&lt;br /&gt;haahah and ser found the one she bought for me a few yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;yuuuup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1955.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;smallmel and the octopus she fell in love with(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1961.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha yes my ugly face with the veryvery cute yellowbear i found! (the ducks we all so ugly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1965.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ser and the baby seal she thought was cute (which i obviously didn't) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1964.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;smallmel loves ty beanies. haha. too many of them in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1960.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;char hiding behind the very cute and huge lamb(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the cd shop and were looking for dvds and cds and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and then ser went: -pointing to the dvd for zorro- hey i watched that before&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; char: uhhhh YEAH we watched it together remember?&lt;br /&gt;ser: oooohhhhh yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha which led to a walk down memory lane, to that day in the cinema when char wanted to throw my phone away cos it kept vibrating and i dragged them out of the theater. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;(: i love you guys(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then took bus back to church and went to eat lunch with my mum, who was hyper today.&lt;br /&gt;-hmmmmmmm. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed a new book! yay(: its very nice. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing amath now.&lt;br /&gt;small change and rates of change.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. hate it.&lt;br /&gt;dy dx blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay, must study then go do red cross uniform.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's sports day!&lt;br /&gt;rah! gotta wake up early to go school and get the fa stuff outta the rm and then go down to toa payoh stadium.&lt;br /&gt;yepps. hot hot hot uniform.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;haha first aid duty mans! my last time ever doing.&lt;br /&gt;/: kinda scary thinking abt all the lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on the way home, class95 played superman by five for fighting. ohman, i immediately thought of us! funkkifiedddd! the super8 of us, singing that song for our first talentime ever. heh. brings back memories right guys? we're the rainbow connectionnnn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppp.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, okay study and then prepare uniform.&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;byebyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou to all my friends once again for their love(:&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 all of you;&lt;br /&gt;-big smile-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114396654199897063?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114396654199897063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114396654199897063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114396654199897063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114396654199897063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/04/heeellllooo-first-off-big-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114380049880247498</id><published>2006-03-31T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:02.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;Hello, good morning, how You do?&lt;br /&gt;What makes Your risin' sun so new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could use a fresh beginning too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of my regrets are nothing new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So this is a way, that I say I need You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a way&lt;br /&gt;This is a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm learning to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm learning to crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm finding that You and You alone can break my fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living again, awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, good morning, how You been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday left my head kicked in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never, never thought that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would fall like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never knew that I could hurt this bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a way that I say I need You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a way that I say I love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a way that I say I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a way&lt;br /&gt;This is a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, won't you be my mother&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, come and help me sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart is darker than these oceans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart is frozen underneath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crooked souls trying to stay up straight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dry eyes in the pouring rain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the shadow proves the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;the shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two scared little run aways&lt;br /&gt;Hold fast till the break of daylight where,&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O, Lord, why did you forsake me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O, Lord, don't be far away (away) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Storm clouds gathering beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please Lord, don't look the other way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shine on me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let my shadows prove the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114380049880247498?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114380049880247498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114380049880247498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114380049880247498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114380049880247498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-good-morning-how-you-do-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114380010836626039</id><published>2006-03-31T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:02.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously whacked up day;go away now if you don't wanna hear my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty crappy.&lt;br /&gt;lit presentation first period.&lt;br /&gt;it sucked like wth man.&lt;br /&gt;got to class, asked miss sie if we had to present today and she was like yessss.&lt;br /&gt;so we asked her where the laptop is and she was like laptop? oh in the staffrm.&lt;br /&gt;so hil and i ran with her to the staffrm to get it.&lt;br /&gt;then supposed to play the vid for the class.&lt;br /&gt;but freaking hell, the vidd screwed up and in the end they cldn't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;so we decided heck la, just skip to the ppt.&lt;br /&gt;then, we didn't have the master copy of the notes, so we had to refer to the slides.&lt;br /&gt;and then the ppt scrwed up cos i did it on my mac so on the pc it was completely out of format.&lt;br /&gt;like wtfwtfwtf ):&lt;br /&gt;so it was really shitty and all that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;and we ran over time cos we started late.&lt;br /&gt;lots of shit la.&lt;br /&gt;my lit grade is SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;we're getting back of actonescene3 essay next week. die for sure man.&lt;br /&gt;screw it );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mrs lim was quite pissed abt my whole _____ thing and told me that i shld learn to manage my personal life better.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying man. but the juggling between cca, schoolwork and other shit is just driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i hate disappointing ppl. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bio was just normal.&lt;br /&gt;emath was fine.&lt;br /&gt;pe was slack, cos they did class cheer and i just sat there and talked to yan and all cos i wont be in the class cheer on sports day cos of first aid duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess, had lit mentoring trng.&lt;br /&gt;still havent worked up the courage to find my mentee.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;poetry analysis was blahhh.&lt;br /&gt;usually i love lit and poetry and stuff but today ______ just killed it.&lt;br /&gt;screw la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chem, my va was screwed againn.&lt;br /&gt;mrs choo stood next to me to see why my va results are always to hay wire and my results this time still screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;and she didn't know why either la.&lt;br /&gt;yeah great, trash the practicals for the os shall we?&lt;br /&gt;i'll just fail la.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterschool, went redcross rm, got uniform for sports day, then gave out fa promo paper for the sec2s to do.&lt;br /&gt;walked ard to look at some of their answers.&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn ______ la.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i guess its not their fault but some of the blanks were inexcusable la.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, after one year you can't even tell me the definition of first aid and evac?&lt;br /&gt;it shld be the first thing you study lor.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, maybe i shldnt blame them, maybe its just cos they're busy, but i just wish i cld feel that they really did put in the effort.&lt;br /&gt;what with sfa coming so soon, i just wished they wld have made the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i gave my mc to laoshi and went home early.&lt;br /&gt;was damn tired and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, ate lunch then started on history revision.&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;germany nonsense. have so far written out only one partial essay. it sounds like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so super annoyed with everything la.&lt;br /&gt;who was i to think i could do all of it man.&lt;br /&gt;i was too full of myself and too freaking blinded by egoism to think i was capable enough to handle my 9 subj and 2 ccas and extra commitments.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;what kind of idiot am i really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all my surplus cca pts and fail all my os.&lt;br /&gt;yeah that will so work out huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, or rather practically all the time these days, i keep wondering how my life wld have been different if i had chosen a different route for myself, like having just stuck to my original desicion to be in squash recreational team and not join rc. and not to have been attracted to robotics when mrs yogee asked for interested members. if i had ponned advanced robotics workshop. if i had decided the defeat in njrc04 was humilitating enough and not have joined fll04. if i hadn't met the most fantastic group of people, sc robotics and made the decision to give my all as robotics pm. if i had slacked my ass off in all my ccas so that i would never be selected to be on the committees. if i had decided i didn't care about trying to help secones have a better time in sc. if i had decided not to be overly ambitious and stuck to my original first choice of bio-chem. if i had decided to be bold enough to tell miss sie my lit sucks and i shldn't be lit mentor. if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats alot of ifs.&lt;br /&gt;and its alot of different routes i could have taken that would have changed alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i would have even have had a better time or score better grades.&lt;br /&gt;but its really too late now. and i don't think i can imagine anything missing right now that would have been if i had taken a different path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so confusing when you lay out all the options and just suddenly realise that there were so many things you never considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if this is overly emo, if this is really stupid and if you think i'm this selfcentered little brat who can't stop whining abt my own fate that i undoubtly chose and created for myself. you can just leave this page right now and that'll be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, at around 11, i felt super empty and confused, so i suddenly just got outta bed and grabbed my notebook and pen from my desk, got back into bed and started writing on auto pilot.&lt;br /&gt;and i ended up with pages of scribbled poems and proses reflecting on life.&lt;br /&gt;my tears really if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;my words spilled onto paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know mrs lim didn't mean it this way, but in a way, she's right.&lt;br /&gt;look how fantastically i've been mangaing my personal life these few years in secondary school man.&lt;br /&gt;so many ifs.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even wanna list them down.&lt;br /&gt;i know ser knows, and that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;if i can't even take care of things so close to home, what makes me to confident i can take charge of entire ccas, entire classes of sec ones.&lt;br /&gt;wth man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my nonsense summed into one word, regret.&lt;br /&gt;the biggest wish i have would be, die now, and have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;but how to when i'm so freaking filled with millions of regrets every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. and its not just physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need His help.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just let tmr come soon man.&lt;br /&gt;going to mug history in the morning to finish off the 3-4 essays i plan to write on germany.&lt;br /&gt;then physics tuition.&lt;br /&gt;then hollaback down at the padang.&lt;br /&gt;dinner with yan and michelle.&lt;br /&gt;then going down to yan's church with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's exciting.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll make up for my lacklustre day today.&lt;br /&gt;cos seriously it sucked like shit.&lt;br /&gt;just like every single day is going to until i graduate and get my ass out of every commitment i've tied myself down to.&lt;br /&gt;i love my ccas, i love my cca mates, love my class, love my school tons.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, graduation and passing out and farewell can't come fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to studying about hitler's germany and writing out essays that don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114380010836626039?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114380010836626039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114380010836626039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114380010836626039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114380010836626039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/seriously-whacked-up-daygo-away-now-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114371605083266724</id><published>2006-03-30T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:02.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aii((:&lt;br /&gt;just finished doing the itclub open house proposal&lt;br /&gt;WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;happiness pls.&lt;br /&gt;hahah relief.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised hanny and i are super extra la, starting on open house almost 2mths early.&lt;br /&gt;haha open house is 20th MAY.&lt;br /&gt;and its like. haha early man(:&lt;br /&gt;but yay hanny we rock(: but ofcourse man. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesh.&lt;br /&gt;today was okay la.&lt;br /&gt;quite sian.&lt;br /&gt;history was good actually. rather interesting.&lt;br /&gt;the other subjects were normal la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was....&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;everyone in my class knows la.&lt;br /&gt;so nothing for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;rach, for making sure i was okay. thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;and cam and zara too, as i was leaving class.&lt;br /&gt;i was quite.. i dunno la. my hands we damn cold and all.&lt;br /&gt;but, i swear i love mrs wang.&lt;br /&gt;she wrote me _________. i nearly broke down when i read it. was trying really hard not to. i know rach noticed. thanks rach(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps.&lt;br /&gt;reccess with renee goh (:&lt;br /&gt;i love you mumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to the library to do chinese test&lt;br /&gt;thankgod it wasn't toooo hard. i think i'll pass la.&lt;br /&gt;shld be? yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and slacked ard, read and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then did chinese gong han.&lt;br /&gt;played guit and stuff and now i just did open house proposal! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will watch tv later. i'm too darn lazy to study la.&lt;br /&gt;i'll study tmr la.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going for promo tmr ): sadly.&lt;br /&gt;got an mc and thus my mum decided i shld not go for redcross.&lt;br /&gt;the mc covers me for cca until tmr. fantastic la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy.&lt;br /&gt;2days to hollaback!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;prods yan(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights; last note:&lt;br /&gt;cheer up sam koh((: i love you korkor. take care(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114371605083266724?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114371605083266724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114371605083266724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114371605083266724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114371605083266724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/aii-just-finished-doing-itclub-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114363650155215566</id><published>2006-03-29T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:02.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching american idol and&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sings all my favourite songs plsssss!!!&lt;br /&gt;first he sung broken by seether one week&lt;br /&gt;and now he just sang what if by creed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG MAN(:&lt;br /&gt;i love the guy.&lt;br /&gt;he sings the best songs.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling millions of times better.&lt;br /&gt;the power of medicine + sleep + musics blasting = therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks irvin for the very nice sms(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, didn't go for cca today cos of my mc.&lt;br /&gt;came home, did open house proposal and set the first aid promo paper for friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps.&lt;br /&gt;then i did some hw and studied for physics and amath tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's my make up chinese test after school.&lt;br /&gt;-crosses fingers-&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;kinda drowsy and all.&lt;br /&gt;yucky medicine.&lt;br /&gt;so my entry is quite unenthu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i can't wait for saturday!&lt;br /&gt;standoutttttttttttt!!! hollabackcrew semissss!&lt;br /&gt;woohooo&lt;br /&gt;then dinner with yan and all(:&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights la.&lt;br /&gt;getting outta heree.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114363650155215566?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114363650155215566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114363650155215566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114363650155215566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114363650155215566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/watching-american-idol-and-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114353600122582531</id><published>2006-03-28T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:01.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick like anything today.&lt;br /&gt;came home early from school, got the early release form.&lt;br /&gt;went to see doctor&lt;br /&gt;the freaking doctor made me wait like so long in the clinic and it wasn't even busy!&lt;br /&gt;there was only me and another patient, which was the one she was treating.&lt;br /&gt;so only i was in the waiting area&lt;br /&gt;bleaghh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think i've coughed a lung out and sneezed all my mucus out.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna die i swear ):&lt;br /&gt;i feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and ate maggi then i slept from then til 415.&lt;br /&gt;and now i just woke up to take my meds and i'm trying to do some hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed the chinese test ):&lt;br /&gt;actually its supposed to be (: but i rather be well enough to take it la.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;i hate being sick. rawrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, class cheer comp yesterday was the best!&lt;br /&gt;you cld feel the class spirit in the whole school pls.&lt;br /&gt;and the secfours, we did so well right?&lt;br /&gt;every single class in sec 4 put in so much effort, even the teachers knew.&lt;br /&gt;so now every sec4 class will be performing at sports day.&lt;br /&gt;YAY CLASS OF 2006! (:&lt;br /&gt;yupp we're one big happy family(:&lt;br /&gt;and i love my 4service so incredibly much.&lt;br /&gt;we shouted "dumb and stupid loud and clear" super loudly in the amphi(:&lt;br /&gt;we're the only class that wld actually do that, which is why i love my class to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;i love our class shirt too, and our feelers(: WE'RE OUTTA THIS WORLD(;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh(:&lt;br /&gt;the other classes had cool shirts too la.&lt;br /&gt;like pe, who pinned baby socks on every tee shirt and the back of the shirt had the motto: pe rocks your socks.&lt;br /&gt;so cute right? :D&lt;br /&gt;and pr has a shirt that said : stop staring cos i'm attached (on the frnt) &amp; to my class 4prudence (on the back)&lt;br /&gt;haha(: super funny(:&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;i love my level and and i love my class.&lt;br /&gt;i dunwan us to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;lets all retain together! yay! haah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo of our class taken by mr tang yest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/4se.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/4se.jpg" alt="" 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;haha spot me! (: i look quite retarded and our mouths are all kinda controted cos we were yelling something while taking the photo. (: but i love our class photo(:&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 4SERVICE'06 more than anything on earth(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yepp, class spirit was fantastic la(:&lt;br /&gt;and today, the 10 round run&lt;br /&gt;i cldn't run cos i was sick but they all ran and yeah our class was so encouraging pls, going ard pushing those who were lagging so that our whole class wld pass(:&lt;br /&gt;i tried to cheer but i kept coughing. sorrry.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end they made me go home. thankyou rach hil etcetc(:&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks clara for walking me to the teacher's rm(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, shall try to study abit and then go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;): rawr.&lt;br /&gt;maybe music therapy will work, blasting music from my ibook now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, thankyou for the get well tags everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and joey kor: CONTINUE BEING SO DARN HAPPY (although it annoys the hell outta me) heh. just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114353600122582531?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114353600122582531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114353600122582531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114353600122582531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114353600122582531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick-like-anything-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114336116148364758</id><published>2006-03-26T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:01.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rawr.&lt;br /&gt;i'm cranky.&lt;br /&gt;pms-ing so don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being sick damnit.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing lit proj now.&lt;br /&gt;somehow ideas for act two scene two AINT FLOWING.&lt;br /&gt;arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't help that every few seconds i need to blow my noseeee or cough or something&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;pffts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know 4se is meeting to do class cheer right now but i can't go cos i'm still somewhat sick and my mum won't let me walk out in the sun and go take a bus incase i get fever again and can't go to school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;bah. bah. bah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry se-ians ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;you wld think i wld at least be able to put some of my useless energy into doing the scene 2 analysis but OH NO. my brain ISN'T co-operating.&lt;br /&gt;arhhhhh!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only semi-useful things i've done while being sick are to complete weekend homework, study one chapt of the chinese test which is on TUES and finish planning something for lit mentoring for my mentee.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my mentee likes it.&lt;br /&gt;its actualy quite lame but i thought of it on the way home from church today and yeah, ohwelll, i really hope my mentee doesn't hate me or think i'm weird (hey i know i am but just not so obvious can? heh)&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;(plsplspls let her like me and let me recover so i don't keep sniffing at the first mentoring session)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;so basically i've been nonsensing ard, doing some lit stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO IDEAS ARE FLOWING NOW.&lt;br /&gt;they were flowing great when i was emo that night.&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm not emo, or even semi emo.&lt;br /&gt;I'M GROUCHY.&lt;br /&gt;cos i hate being sick and pms-ing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;*alert:bitch on the loose/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so yes, distraction is coming in the form of blogging and hopefully i'll feel more inspired after this.&lt;br /&gt;or not.&lt;br /&gt;well wadevr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention serene ng looked HOT with contacts and eyeliner?&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG -pretends to faint-&lt;br /&gt;ser looks damn chio pls.&lt;br /&gt;go away man, you make me feel inferior.&lt;br /&gt;ohwait, i always did anyway, but now its worse.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but the poor girl takes half an hr to put them on and they made her eyes swollen /:&lt;br /&gt;ei, the price of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;ahha and damn, for ser its bloody worth it cos she looked really pretty. (not that she didn't already, now she just looks even prettier)&lt;br /&gt;i kept telling her that and after a while she just gave me this weird look and said right grace.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa(:&lt;br /&gt;she's gonna stumble manymany people. -nods gravely- hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh i hate scene two, its confusing the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;viola likes orsino who likes olivia who likes cesario who is actually viola in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;complicated? you bet.&lt;br /&gt;haha see this is why its a play, imagine if it were in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M REALLY GRUMPY.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;okay this is the five millionth time i've said that but i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 2 twelfthnights+two senior's worth of notes+my own notes yet i am STILL unable to form them into coherent sentences and put them onto the slides.&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;brain not connecting to hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright wadevr.&lt;br /&gt;type nonsense and then sleep it off.&lt;br /&gt;i need extra strong panadollllll ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114336116148364758?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114336116148364758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114336116148364758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114336116148364758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114336116148364758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/rawr_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114328039991951737</id><published>2006-03-25T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:01.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;i have a high fever of a whooping 38.6.&lt;br /&gt;yay me.&lt;br /&gt;but thankgod its subsiding.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.(: whee.&lt;br /&gt;ripped this off friendster and since i'm bored i shall do it.&lt;br /&gt;lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last text message on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;say?&lt;br /&gt;A : from hilary telling me about our lit project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed did you sleep in last night?:&lt;br /&gt;A: mine? who else? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color shirt are you wearing?:&lt;br /&gt;A: the turquoise blue it club shirt(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Most recent movie that you watched?:&lt;br /&gt;A: ermm can't remember. trevor nunn's twelfthnight i think. ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name one thing that you do everyday?:&lt;br /&gt;A: eat sleep and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the color of your bedroom walls?:&lt;br /&gt;A: brown and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How much cash do you have on you right&lt;br /&gt;now?:&lt;br /&gt;A: 10bucks i think. why you wanna steal arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's your favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;A: runningggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can't wait till...?&lt;br /&gt;A: i get better and the viruses go awayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you saw your mom?&lt;br /&gt;A: a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you saw your dad?&lt;br /&gt;A: days and days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who got you to join myspace?&lt;br /&gt;A:i don't have it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did you have for dinner last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: i was too sick to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is Tom on your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;A: huh? no. haha. how random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Look to your left. What's there?&lt;br /&gt;A: my twelfthnight text with millions of scribbles on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed&lt;br /&gt;from someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: my mumm cos we're almost the same size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What website(s) do you visit the most during the&lt;br /&gt;day?&lt;br /&gt;A: blogger. hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have an air freshener in your car?&lt;br /&gt;A: i don't have a car. haha. soonsoonsoon. i can go learn to drive this yr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: whole body aches plssss. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What city was your last taxicab ride in?&lt;br /&gt;A: singapore la then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you own a picture phone?&lt;br /&gt;A: no my handphone sucks. don't ask man. haah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's your favourite Starbucks drink?&lt;br /&gt;A: no preference (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Recent time you were really upset?&lt;br /&gt;A: yesterday. ): -looks at jo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Boyfriend/Girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;A: GIRLFRIEND(S) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;my duck. ahah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;samantha koh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugged:&lt;br /&gt;renee i think(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. IM?&lt;br /&gt;whattttt? omg the questions are so random pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;samanthakoh-feel honoured pls korkor. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;doing lit project and dying ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Plans for the evening?&lt;br /&gt;going out with my mumm/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What did you eat for Lunch?&lt;br /&gt;cldn't eat cos i felt sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is?&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Got any plans?&lt;br /&gt;celllll(: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Goal?&lt;br /&gt;get well ASAP!!!! (i know, i'm very short term oriented but seriously i hate being sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have work?&lt;br /&gt;litproj litproj!!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In love with someone?&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FRIENDS(: can ornot? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes VERY MUCH. renee goh silly girl call me(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mood?&lt;br /&gt;GRUMPY COS I'M SICK AS ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my head wants to die and i need to finish lit proj so.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114328039991951737?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114328039991951737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114328039991951737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114328039991951737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114328039991951737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114303755702685963</id><published>2006-03-22T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:01.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rawrr!&lt;br /&gt;yepp i'm gna blog again.&lt;br /&gt;cos today is a very special day!&lt;br /&gt;SRG(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but first, got to school in the morning, got past checks without getting booked (go me!) :D aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got our class tee, my last class tee in sc.&lt;br /&gt;and its reallyreally kickass(:&lt;br /&gt;its the nicest class tee i've had in all four years (:&lt;br /&gt;go fourservice! (: woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, had ce, which was quite touching, folowed by chinese *yawns* followed by lit, which was fantastic(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then amath, left with hanny and evelyn before the lesson even started so we cld go change and go down to the itr to meet the rest of the people.&lt;br /&gt;got down there after changing, helped them pack up the sets and stuff and carried the stuff out to the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;perveen the evil junior didn't trust me with the robots for fear i wld drop them and refused to let me carry them. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus, was quite cosy cos we all stuffed 11 ppl into a 10seater bus.&lt;br /&gt;haha fun(:&lt;br /&gt;yepp attempted to cheer everyone up cos they all looked so glum and nervous and were talking nonsense abt how their robots were not working etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;pre comp nerves.&lt;br /&gt;yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed ard mentos (as usual) and proceed to tell stupid jokes and make stupid comments and do silly things to make them all laugh(:&lt;br /&gt;but those silly kids, so nervous that they kept stone faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp got to nyp, looked ard for the place to set up our equipment, then they queued up for the trial fields and xf and i, being the nosy supporters, stood at the side and staked out the compeition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then said hi to the lovely juying kids and weezhun and mr g and mr richard and wenxian.&lt;br /&gt;the juying kids are so bloody adorable.&lt;br /&gt;they call me xiaoxiao jiejie and tell me i look ugly with my short hair.&lt;br /&gt;(((: haha. hey kids are brutally honest. what can i say man? haha&lt;br /&gt;yepp played with the kids and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got suaned to many times by wenxian,weezhun and mr g that i've lost count.&lt;br /&gt;RAHH!&lt;br /&gt;i have this 'suan me' sign on my neck issttttt.&lt;br /&gt;walau.&lt;br /&gt;mr g kept making lame comments abt my hair. ahahh super funny pls.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept kicking them cos they were so evil&lt;br /&gt;hahah and i stuck black duct tape on weezhun's forehead as revenge.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAH. he had to tear it offff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp and then renee embarressed me by telling some stupid damai guy who was standing in the queue infrnt of us that i was interested in him and that i was flirting with him.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HELLO!?&lt;br /&gt;i just asked the guy what school he was frm and told him is robot looked pretty good during the trials (which it did, xf can vouch for me, it was really fast)&lt;br /&gt;yeah. evil renee.&lt;br /&gt;the guy was so amused, kept laughing at me as i blushed and blushed and blushed and protested&lt;br /&gt;-hides-&lt;br /&gt;he was like younger than me la! sec three i think&lt;br /&gt;walau!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp, then i embarressed renee back (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaa and i got chased by renee ard the place which resulted in me crashing into the wall and falling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i stuffed 5 mentos into renee's mouth before her run cos she was really really panicky.&lt;br /&gt;annd i told her a sick joke and gave her millions of hugs.&lt;br /&gt;and that silly girl, she became happy and hyper only after her run.&lt;br /&gt;aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm(: renee was really hyper after that, giggling like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i talked to renee at the canteen for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;like 1hr in btw runs.&lt;br /&gt;cheer up renee(:&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 you remember? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the last team to run, which was our lovely juniors team, started freaking out.&lt;br /&gt; they all squatted in the dark stariwell and looked so sad and stressed i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;so what did renee and i do? we spread the cheer(:&lt;br /&gt;so i told them something and yes, don't you all ever forget that okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SENIOR'S GONNA LAUGH AND HUG YOU ALL WHEN ALL WIN. AND WHEN YOU ALL LOSE YOUR SENIOR'S ALSO GONNA LAUGH AND HUG ALL OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;so who the hell cares? just press run and forget abt the winning man(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we didn't win anything but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so super duper proud of sc robotics(:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so super duper proud of my wonderful juniors(:&lt;br /&gt;and i knowknowknow that they did their best so the result is really inconsequential.&lt;br /&gt;so yesh(: loveyouguys(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way. I KNOW YOU WILL READ THIS IRIVIN.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, you made two very incorrect statements today, on the phone and thru sms!&lt;br /&gt;1) that i am a terrible first aider cos i might have killed renee by stuffing her with mentos.&lt;br /&gt;2) boys are better than girls at robotics.&lt;br /&gt;LIAR. so not true pls.&lt;br /&gt;rightrightright?&lt;br /&gt;the only truthful thing you said was that we would do well in njrc.&lt;br /&gt;YES WE WILL(:&lt;br /&gt;sc robotics, don't say die yet ok? ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh. so then, we made our trip back to school and then renee jennet michelle and i took the bus home together.&lt;br /&gt;i love you more renee(: haha(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we took a grp photo at nyp also, but renee mama hasn't sent me yet so i'll post it tmr. (:  yupp alrights, gonna go finish up my lit and amath work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last note&lt;br /&gt;*i do not look like a p6-er. rawrrrrrrrr.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE SC ROBOTICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114303755702685963?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114303755702685963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114303755702685963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114303755702685963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114303755702685963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/rawrr-yepp-im-gna-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114292743223722540</id><published>2006-03-21T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:01.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah i just got home frm school!&lt;br /&gt;NO CCA.&lt;br /&gt;NO TUITION.&lt;br /&gt;NO TESTS FOR THE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;NO HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((: veryveryhappy grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;dyna know! i'm morbidly fascinted with my huge bruise which is getting more and more brown by the hour!&lt;br /&gt;i know it looks damn ugly and all but hey i'm super intrigued by it.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid yiyan was like saying maybe i have some sickness that's why i have bruises.&lt;br /&gt;! no silly yan. -prod-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes!.&lt;br /&gt;then contact time, mr tang gave me back my three happy notes! whoopppe.&lt;br /&gt;haha i like my yellownotes! i've put them at the back of my plannner so when i'm sad i can look at them and smile(: hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whees.&lt;br /&gt;physics was a very boring experiment.&lt;br /&gt;lit was super good! (((; -claps for shonda cara and xw-&lt;br /&gt;haha (: they rocked la. their lit presentation was super gooddd.&lt;br /&gt;next one will be me,fuzzy and hil's turn. die, tough act to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ohoh char's back from italy! i saw her outside the lit lang rm and she asked me how regional went.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. she looked quite shocked when i told her abt how we got, erm, confused in orchard.&lt;br /&gt;ahah.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't finish telling her abt regional cos she had to go for class and so did i.&lt;br /&gt;well, you'll knw the full story soon la char, btw me and ser you'll get an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; full acct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(meaning, i'll tell you ser's embarressing bits and she'll tell you mine)&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during break, jo and i went to tell sylvia that she's camp report i/c.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;it went something like that-&lt;br /&gt;us: hello!&lt;br /&gt;sylvia: -wary expression-&lt;br /&gt;us: you're the CAMP REPORT IC! (like its the most fantastic piece of news in the world)&lt;br /&gt;sylvia: (looks like she wants to cry or scream)&lt;br /&gt;...we walk away&lt;br /&gt;sylvia: NONONONO LI CHUNNNNN!!!&lt;br /&gt;....we turn back and see sylvia sitting on the floor screaming at lichun who is laughing hysterically at her level mates plight.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of last time when the ncos made me overall i/c or some nonsense ic.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be like WHAT?! NOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was essaywriting.&lt;br /&gt;ohman, i almostalmost cried while writing the compo.&lt;br /&gt;it was about loss.&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote a real account.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt abit overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;almost wanted to tear up the paper and write some other topic.&lt;br /&gt;i think mrs wang will know its true. cos its very er obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce, we just filled in our mpp and slacked around.&lt;br /&gt;haha i swear the lyrics of slipping away is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;i kept on scribbling it on my paper and humming it in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess, i kept stealing food from audd and hil.&lt;br /&gt;haha thanks guys((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double chem, was quite pleased with myself!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't drop anything!&lt;br /&gt;although i accidentally used the wrong reagent for one of the tests (i didn't read the label properly)&lt;br /&gt;oh and ammonia sucks la, stinks like shit.&lt;br /&gt;my nose cells are DYING.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, its the grossest smell ever.&lt;br /&gt;and stupid me conveniently added in ammonia and held the test tube too close to my face to examine the ppt colour.&lt;br /&gt;and i got an unpleasant whiff of the pungent gross ammonia gasss.&lt;br /&gt;yuck&lt;br /&gt;we did so many tests today involving ammonia.&lt;br /&gt;eeeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to itr to give the srg teams goodluck hugs.&lt;br /&gt;its tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;haha evelyn hanny and i will leave from amaths together(:&lt;br /&gt;yayyae.&lt;br /&gt;thankgod we happen to have the same class for the period(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. some unpleasantness and last minute nerves but hey, they'll kick ass(:&lt;br /&gt;cos sc kicks ass and my parents and grandparents(yh,hanny,xf,perveen,renee,jennet) ROCK(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and renee mummy pls cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;i want you to have a big huge smile for tmr ok! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i got booked for short uniform.&lt;br /&gt;six pts.&lt;br /&gt;crap, warning letter liao.&lt;br /&gt;bahs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to hard to be guai, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway yes,&lt;br /&gt;everyone's in such sad depressed state nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;its a gigantic rut everyone needs to get OUT OF.&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty for being hyper every morning.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the first week of april&lt;br /&gt;very eventful!&lt;br /&gt;hollabackcrew semis, amath test, sports day, sfa.&lt;br /&gt;yes april come soon, march is killing the heck outta me&lt;br /&gt;maybe everyone will be in a better mood in april&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll go with yan to her church.&lt;br /&gt;yes yan we'll drag michelle along! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i just remembered,&lt;br /&gt;tmr there's no transport home from nyp cos the bus from school is oneway.&lt;br /&gt;die die die its in YIO CHU KANG can&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna die!&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how to go home from there and its super far from my house.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhh )):&lt;br /&gt;someone who knows be a kind kind soul and tell me pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, ending off this entry to go and studyy.&lt;br /&gt;practice amath.&lt;br /&gt;amath test is on chapt 15-18!&lt;br /&gt;my worst worst worst chapts ): ): ): all at one go.&lt;br /&gt;gonna die pls.&lt;br /&gt;diediedie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lastly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JIAYOU SC ROBOTICS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROCK&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114292743223722540?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114292743223722540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114292743223722540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114292743223722540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114292743223722540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahah-i-just-got-home-frm-school-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114286254339687906</id><published>2006-03-20T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:01.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crashing down by sugarcult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got something up my sleeve that i don't want to show you&lt;br /&gt;cause everytime i bleed i make a fool of me&lt;br /&gt;i've got shaky little fingers, that hold on to your grip&lt;br /&gt;you've got wrapped around my world&lt;br /&gt;so tight that i can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;i'm suffocating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we come crashing down&lt;br /&gt;everytime we go this far again&lt;br /&gt;we come tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;everytime we go this far again&lt;br /&gt;everytime we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing that i hide except for what's inside&lt;br /&gt;i keep it all locked up, in this prison we call love&lt;br /&gt;i'm suffocating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we come crashing down&lt;br /&gt;everytime we go this far again&lt;br /&gt;we come tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;everytime we go this far again&lt;br /&gt;everytime we go&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114286254339687906?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114286254339687906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114286254339687906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114286254339687906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114286254339687906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/crashing-down-by-sugarcult-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114285078140591961</id><published>2006-03-20T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew.&lt;br /&gt;just got home from tuition(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite slack.&lt;br /&gt;just did some stupid differentiation stuff.&lt;br /&gt;talked to jodie most of the time&lt;br /&gt;the poor girl is sick as anything la.&lt;br /&gt;getwellsoon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;this morning i was damn hyper.&lt;br /&gt;like WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;was annoying the shit outta everyone ard me cos i got the robotics shirt and i swear its the nicest one ever.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;its like SUPER NICE.&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;hanny rocks!&lt;br /&gt;whooosh.&lt;br /&gt;plus todays the first day we switch electives to its back to history.&lt;br /&gt;so i was going crazy about it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw renee mummy and gave her a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;she gave me a letter during recess and i replyed it during english! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah english! woot&lt;br /&gt;got back compre&lt;br /&gt;i got 41/50!(:&lt;br /&gt;yahooooo(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1934.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! lo and behold my huge gigantic bruise.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how i got it i swear.&lt;br /&gt;i was playing with pens during history and suddenly i noticed this huge purple and brown thing on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;LOL(:&lt;br /&gt;it hurts like *#&amp;amp;^ la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and history was terrible amusing.&lt;br /&gt;cara was being very weird. (like whats new) hahhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;giving all sorts weird random exclamations.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;i got scolded by miss sie a little bit for lit too.&lt;br /&gt;bahs):&lt;br /&gt;terribly sad abt that.&lt;br /&gt;i hate getting scolded.&lt;br /&gt;esp during lit.&lt;br /&gt;grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tuition and gossiping session with jodiepoo(:&lt;br /&gt;haha and our usual trip to island creamery.&lt;br /&gt;and i got my favourite flavour and jo got hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and bio test today was harddddd.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;hope i pass.&lt;br /&gt;or do well.&lt;br /&gt;bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this entry is very jumpy and random cos i'm very hyper and my brain is very disconnected at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes.&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy!&lt;br /&gt;srg on wed!&lt;br /&gt;got permission to go!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYAE.&lt;br /&gt;its at nanyang poly at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll get to wear the new sc robotics shirt.&lt;br /&gt;and cheer for the BEST teams there:SCGS(((:&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh assembly today abt the dna tree thing was super lame.&lt;br /&gt;but it was quite interesting la.&lt;br /&gt;the whole mitochondrial dna thingyyy.&lt;br /&gt;and now i know that girls rock, cos only girls can carry mitochondrial dna.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i need to round up the ce project and start setting the fa and evac promo papers for promotion tests which are on the 31st of march.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be staff sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;-crosses fingers-&lt;br /&gt;plsplspls let me get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalas.&lt;br /&gt;first yr i dont have to take promo papers.&lt;br /&gt;wooot(:&lt;br /&gt;but i reallyreallyreally want to get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;super badly.&lt;br /&gt;/: rawrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, staff sergeant sounds bloody cooler than sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;i know, and when i was corporal, i kept thinking sergeant sounded cool.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell greedy eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyys.&lt;br /&gt;off to do my work and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-glares at the huge bruise-&lt;br /&gt;go awayyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr rocks(:&lt;br /&gt;wed rocks(:&lt;br /&gt;yayy!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114285078140591961?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114285078140591961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114285078140591961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114285078140591961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114285078140591961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114277608771458584</id><published>2006-03-19T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:01.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee.&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from bukit timah plaza&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked there after dinner to buy some school stuffs and a new guitar pick&lt;br /&gt;it was so super nice walking there.&lt;br /&gt;cooling and all(:&lt;br /&gt;and i cld be alone and rest my mind and revise bio mentally by reciting all the facts backto myself in my head.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;the guitar shop man is so evil&lt;br /&gt;i went there, and the guy there was like 18?&lt;br /&gt;and when i walked in, he was stoning down there.&lt;br /&gt;so i ask him if i cld buy a .71 guit pick.&lt;br /&gt;and he gave me this puzzled expression, stoned for a while, then reached underneath the counter and pulled out the pick box.&lt;br /&gt;so i went oh ok the .71 pick.&lt;br /&gt;and he went what colour.&lt;br /&gt;so i said anything. then he started laughing abit and went 'oh its not for you is it'&lt;br /&gt;then i went huh? yeah its for me.&lt;br /&gt;and he gave me this o.O look as if he thought i was lying and i didn't knw how to play.&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;and finally i passed him the money.&lt;br /&gt;then he squated underneath the counter.&lt;br /&gt;then he looked up and started laughing and said that he didn't have notes so he has to give me all coins.&lt;br /&gt;like ?!&lt;br /&gt;but ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;so he came up with this huge fistful of coins and laughed as he counted them onto my hand.&lt;br /&gt;rightttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok end of guitar shop incident.&lt;br /&gt;it was so weird. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to popular. and bought all my etcetc stationary and chinese tys cos -gasps- chinese prelims start in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;-faints-&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;sure fail la. gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soyes, then i walked back home and showered and all.&lt;br /&gt;whee i'm waiting for my fingertips to regain feeling so i can try the new pick.&lt;br /&gt;ahah(: my old pick SNAPPED. i dunno how but it did.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too rough larrs.&lt;br /&gt;alrdy my guit has a tiny dent on the bottom. /: -sobs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh and in the guitar shop i saw an electric guit.&lt;br /&gt;its like freakiiiinnnngggg nice pls!(((:&lt;br /&gt;whooa man.&lt;br /&gt;haha but acoustic first(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei ok i shld blog less. this is my second post of the day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling very bored las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;shall read my 2 new books(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114277608771458584?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114277608771458584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114277608771458584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114277608771458584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114277608771458584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114276024788319774</id><published>2006-03-19T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:01.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm online to do my ce project on the visually disabled.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm distracted  by blogger so i will blog(:&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last post before school reopens, then i guess i'll blog slightly less frequently. but knowing what a slacker i can be, i'll still update las. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i'll start of this post with some shoutouts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, thankyou small mel(; haha she has this super sweet post on her blog abt regional(: hahah i'm glad you liked it, although errrr we got lost in orchard. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, peiwen and rachel lee are reallly funny juniors(; haha last night talked to them online and i was laughing like crazy. they did virtual firedrill, punishment etcetc. damn funny pls. like omg! hahah. and and peiwen's blog entry is also super sweet(: i'm glad i cheered you up! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i have millions of things to talk to my mongers about. i miss you two mongers! and yes renee, i wanna hug you reallllll tight tmr(: come find me ok! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, thankyou serene ng(: you're a fantastic listener and ahem, advice giver, although you think i'm nuts all the time and i think you're nuts too. (; haha and oohlala, ser's so scandalous now too(: yay ser(: finallly, its about time((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, SC ROBOTICS(; goodluck for srg this wednesday (i think) YOUALL ARE GONNA KICK ASS. (: i know it man(: must retain our placing ok!(: haha go oceanic dreams, operation 268 and collision coalition. haha(: loveyou all(: except arh! why no more external fusion HMM. tsks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with term two bring exciting things such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lit mentoring!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dramafest!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spirit of the class comp!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lit oratory comp!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SFA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;open house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i'm so excited and geered up for a kick ass new term((((:&lt;br /&gt;hahah ok i'm like chao enthu abt school. yes, who cares if that's abit, erm, nerdy yeah. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway! i'm like superduper excited(((:&lt;br /&gt;whees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio test tmr, what a fantastic way to start the new term /:&lt;br /&gt;but i've studied for it and hopefully, -fingers crossed- i'll do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tell you, my stat counter keeps jumping but my tag board is stagnant. bah! tag people tag. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklas, back to ce project, and then writing out the proposal for the recre game on friday.&lt;br /&gt;oh and preparing fa notes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114276024788319774?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114276024788319774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114276024788319774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114276024788319774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114276024788319774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-im-online-to-do-my-ce-project-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114269532715213155</id><published>2006-03-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:00.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo!&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED EVAC BRONZE.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;breathe deep sigh of relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;my evac bronze grp is so eccentric and cute&lt;br /&gt;there were two boys, two girls and three of us from sc.&lt;br /&gt;haha i was the oldest and lighest.&lt;br /&gt;it was really funny(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the sirs was super evil to me&lt;br /&gt;our first station sir.&lt;br /&gt;what was his name arh? joshua sir i think.&lt;br /&gt;he said i look like a drug addict. and that i look like i was still not awake yet.&lt;br /&gt; then he saw my nike track pants and started teasing me abt being too rich etcetc which is damn lame la.&lt;br /&gt;and he kept telling me i look nervous and sad when i so did not la.!&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;and the evil malay boy in my grp kept teasing me and asking me questions when we were supposed to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;until the ma'am was teased him back and he blushed. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and indra sir kept coming over to check on me and jodie when we were practicing.&lt;br /&gt;so nerve wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;when i was doing the evac on jodie, i kept almost falling on top of her cos she was so heavyyy and i ended up with my face practically kissing her body.(ewww)&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;it was really funny la.&lt;br /&gt;and then the sirs tried to psycho all the sec4ers into joining the VI programme.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, i alrdy decided to join so no effect. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps, then anyway after the thing ended, which was so super late, i went to eat lunch then went home.&lt;br /&gt;i studied bio for 3hrs.&lt;br /&gt;-proud look-(:&lt;br /&gt;haha i did the entire tys paper ok! omg la. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;then went for lunch with parents(:&lt;br /&gt;yummmy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes! talking to juniors now online(:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY JUNIORS MAN(:&lt;br /&gt;both robotics and redcross.&lt;br /&gt;you guys rock(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'm half watching gangs of new york while lying on my bed and typing.&lt;br /&gt;muahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired man.&lt;br /&gt;evac was like bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;i had zero upper body strength, kept dropping the casualty's and all.&lt;br /&gt;and ck sir kept going "use all your strength!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;i shall just talk on msn and stop multi tasking.&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slipping away by trust company,&lt;br /&gt;hooked on it man(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, over and out! hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114269532715213155?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114269532715213155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114269532715213155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114269532715213155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114269532715213155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/boo-i-passed-evac-bronze.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114259981419854543</id><published>2006-03-17T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:00.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RED CROSS MARCH CAMP 2006(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(warning:lots of photos&amp;videos, shield your eyes NOW. proceed at your own risk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh(:&lt;br /&gt;yepp today was the official last day of march camp&lt;br /&gt;tmr's just evac accred.&lt;br /&gt;which i'm totally dead for but wadevr la.&lt;br /&gt;ok the photo's will explain the activites of camp.&lt;br /&gt;which included punishments that are making my legs ache like mad now.&lt;br /&gt;rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTENOTE- GOLF WAS THE BEST GRP.(: why? cos i was the nco in charge of that group mah! DUH.(: heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1786.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling in with lovely red cross uniforms. hurhur(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1795.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i/c reporting to jodie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1791.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a peek at them changing during changing parade. heh yes i knw, i'm bian tai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1815.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* FIRST BUDDY TO BREAK. -tsktsk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagcheck! -got illegal items or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1831.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the bussss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1828.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pumpings! MUAHAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1853.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the whole unit, post-cleaning up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1835.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting to report at the beach. so slow so slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1861.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fa lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1863.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;firedrill! -panic and chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1843.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pick the litter! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzVxsVO4VtM"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzVxsVO4VtM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="600"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMANS PUMPING POSITION(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBVFldUm0Q8"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBVFldUm0Q8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="600"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing in the bus(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing the lame but very funny peanut game, scrcy version on the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blowing the whistle for firedrill. (HEH. SADISTIC MAH(:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting outside the toilet during changing parade to catch people who drop or leave behind items so i can confiscate!MUAHAH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beach cleanup! (: -we found bones! *gasps*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing the ex-ncos come back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kidnapping people for ahem, firedrill(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1873.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bricks for outdoor cooking-loving transported by ncos!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1901.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your mother nv teach you not to play with you food arh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cooking! NICE RIGHT! (: heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1905.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sue lin and her new boyfriend. ehehe(: no la its just an old man she talked to. -whew-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1910.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;performing our songs for the old folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1912.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing CUTLOOSE. (: our award winning mordern dance item at talentime 06!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1902.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the recreation lounge at the old folks home. NICE RIGHT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1906.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor old woman probably wishing we wld just bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYIG1pmOulg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYIG1pmOulg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="600"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pt game! heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FIvsoqV8kc"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FIvsoqV8kc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="600"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to the really strange song the juniors were singing on the bus. -raises eyebrows-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to the super funny old folks at the old folks home(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to teach them to sing songs on the bus and being laughed at -pouts-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheering madly for my group during pt games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;giving out our ermmm extremely creative (i.e. lame) prizes for the various things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooking yummy food at outdoor cooking. [EH GOLF. it was NICE OK. (:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;redcross camp survival guide(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very infamous red cross uniform, stacked neatly and standardized(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1810.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the whistle, used to make people run for firedrill!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1805.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the BUDDY, that everyone must love and protect til egg yolk spills do they part(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1807.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coke bottles, arranged in perfect squad order, red caps and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1806.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;casualty's food of choice-grape biscuits!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1888.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, our trusty feet, with which we stamp with and run with(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;muahaha!(: stupid jodie, acting like an idiot (as usual). oh the face sticking out is me btw, in case you can't tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you like to march with the red cross,&lt;br /&gt;if the ma'ams can make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;if you like to tuck in your teeshirt,&lt;br /&gt;round the school you run about.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NCOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-heh(: our level song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the prizewinners are:&lt;br /&gt;best sec one-qian yi&lt;br /&gt;best sec two-shafwaty&lt;br /&gt;best sec three-sylvia&lt;br /&gt;best i/c-grace tang&lt;br /&gt;best grp cheer-hotel&lt;br /&gt;best grp-delta (but we know who the real best grp was la huh. (((: GOLF!)&lt;br /&gt;best improvement: THE ENTIRE SEC THREE LEVEL! -cheerrrrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so camp rocked right? (:&lt;br /&gt;puishements and all but still! WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three cheers and three cheers and three cheers for ncos! hiphiphooray"&lt;br /&gt;and inside they're thinking "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid ncos, make us do so many punishments and firedrills, run here run there. bleagh&lt;/span&gt;" hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;my first aid kiddies, the sec twos, are having their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;standard first aid exam on the 8th of april&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;-breaks out in cold sweat- haha don't let your fa mistress down ok! me and suelin will be crossing our fingers and toes!&lt;br /&gt;*i desperately need to chiong the fa syllabus! -faints-&lt;br /&gt;start counting down the days to the exam. rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr! EVAC ACCRED. walau! ):&lt;br /&gt;seriously too tired to study.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm just gonna slack.&lt;br /&gt;like, tikam the mcq and the practical.&lt;br /&gt;hope i get the badge though.&lt;br /&gt;will be super maluating for an fa and evac mistress to fail la.&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. (: its a damn long, redcross concentrated post.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i'm damn tired, will stop typing now.&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;br /&gt;/: wake up early again tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCRCY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to live by honour, to serve with pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114259981419854543?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114259981419854543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114259981419854543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114259981419854543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114259981419854543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/red-cross-march-camp-2006-warninglots.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114242483799238525</id><published>2006-03-15T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:00.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tired out by all the problems;&lt;br /&gt;not just me, but everyone around me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make things better quickly please;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want this down period to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redcross camp tmr&lt;br /&gt;if anything can cheer me up, i'm sure camp can(:&lt;br /&gt;photos and long entry on saturday;promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114242483799238525?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114242483799238525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114242483799238525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114242483799238525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114242483799238525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-so-tired-out-by-all-problems-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114231153806022556</id><published>2006-03-14T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:00.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>photoshop 7.0 for mac+too much free time+obsession with guitar+retarded grace fooling ard with photoshop=&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new blog skin(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;photoshop rocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114231153806022556?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114231153806022556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114231153806022556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114231153806022556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114231153806022556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/photoshop-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114230297126171042</id><published>2006-03-14T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:00.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talked to renee til late last night on the comp while watching tvee.&lt;br /&gt;-hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you lots renee goh&lt;/span&gt;(: we need to be gay together ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she made me the sweetest thing on artpad and then i made one back for her(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see a smile on your face asap ok mama? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the one veryvery good thing in all this is: RENEE GOH IS GOING TO CHURCH AGAIN!(:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall call renee ltr(:&lt;br /&gt;longlong phone therapy and we'll both cheer up in no time, right renee? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its bad when everyone is ungay. including yourself.&lt;br /&gt;/: /: /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really horrid.&lt;br /&gt;must clean up bigbig mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei.&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching alot of tv nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;terrible, i'm filling my brain full of useless gunk.&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i shld commence my mugging for the day soon so i can slack in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redcross camp in 2days!&lt;br /&gt;eiiii.&lt;br /&gt;have to start packing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read a few blogs and i realised some of my close friends are going thru ungay periods of time now too. hope its just cos of the o levels and all the pressure. but nevertheless, its so heartbreaking to see it. ):&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could make it all fine with a hug or a comforting shoulder but i can't right?&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i just have to do something i shld be doing all along, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cos i can't make things all fine but He can. right?&lt;br /&gt;trust.&lt;br /&gt;): seems like i'm being taught that alot these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust that things that are beyond my control will turn out fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust that there are plans that i don't comprehend right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust that these things are happening for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust that everythings is in His hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alrights.&lt;br /&gt;but last but not least......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;CHEER UP RENEE, I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;-bigbigfathug-&lt;br /&gt;(i'll give you one for real the next time i see you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114230297126171042?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114230297126171042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114230297126171042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114230297126171042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114230297126171042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/talked-to-renee-til-late-last-night-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114226241595042718</id><published>2006-03-13T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:00.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 156px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;ok, me early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i was having a egoistic moment. (:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY DUCKY(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114226241595042718?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114226241595042718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114226241595042718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114226241595042718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114226241595042718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114225065953929285</id><published>2006-03-13T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:00.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;taking  break from amath [indices and surds] to blog&lt;br /&gt;another 4 questions to go to the end of the chapt.&lt;br /&gt;-beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm feeling rather random and the lure of the computer on my desk is too great so... what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, doing my work, my mind is like in five million different directions.&lt;br /&gt;flying here and there, and circling the same issue.&lt;br /&gt;talk abt distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;today was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the only remotely fun thing was tuition with jodie.&lt;br /&gt;we did millions of lame and stupid silly things during tuition.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gregory&lt;/span&gt;) -looks at jo- hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;its alright jo gets it right. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i purposely waited for jo to check ans then i'll just check mine with hers so i didn't have to hunt for the answer key. muahah. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orange pen, blue overdose&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;and we talked like mad. haha catching up on the week.&lt;br /&gt;that lucky thing missed a whole week of school!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anticlimax&lt;/span&gt; right jo? aha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note the parts in brackets are for jo's understanding only. eheh.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp then after that we wanted to go macs and eat but BAH. the place was packed with people, esp st margs people so we decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;sent her home, then i went with my dad to eat lunch and then went ica to pick up my passport.&lt;br /&gt;WHOPPEE. i finally own a singapore passport.&lt;br /&gt;quick everyone cheer! ((:&lt;br /&gt;but it was so sian pls, the wait for the collection was so lonnnnng.&lt;br /&gt;and this annoying little kid was sitting behind me screaming and shrieking away to her grandpa and millions of little kiddies were running ard and some weird pri school girl was posing and primming in frnt of the window. (omg, egoistic pls. haha)&lt;br /&gt;i was like -dies-&lt;br /&gt;bored+hot+stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came home, read, played guit and studied.&lt;br /&gt;i need to study &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;veryvery&lt;/span&gt; hard so i don't windup screwing up term 2 marks.&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and originally was supposed to go down and watch frs tmr with sam but the stupid new rule states that supporters cannot go down on tuesday and if you want to go down on subsequent days to support, you have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;register&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wthhhh ):&lt;br /&gt;so i can't go see the 3 level play field or the cool robots.&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; the stupid cocked up rule.&lt;br /&gt;ok la i know if i was a competitior, i wld be happy abt the rule cos less supporters means less noise, so you can concentrate on your robot more but BAH. i wanna watchhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;hrmphs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i think tmr's gonna be another sian day. stuck at home mugging my ass off. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahbahbahbah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in an extremely whiny mood right now.&lt;br /&gt;-bangs the table-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this morning i took some really stupid retarded photos of myself.&lt;br /&gt;haha i know, egositic moment, cannot issit.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, maybe i'll post the less embarressing ones up here sometime.&lt;br /&gt;*caution, i look super shit in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, ltr or tmr i guess. haha. then everyone will know how i look when i'm hyper&amp;childish in the morning, eyebags and all. waha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. i loads of old pics from last yr.&lt;br /&gt;some were taken on my birthday when i went to school to visit them during robotics and others are of me playing my guit at sam's house&lt;br /&gt;shall post them up here. wahaa.&lt;br /&gt;(told you i was in a narcissistic mood today) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1669.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my beloved mummy and gossip monger, renee goh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1668.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my daddy, jennet koh! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1688.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me clutching my baby (: heh. (pressing down the g chord)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1690.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing my guit (hmm i think that's the dm chord i'm playing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasps! the body! the curves! the long slender neck!* (talking abt the guit, not the person holding it k) :D&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, my guit is damn chio right? stop staring and drooling at my baby ok! ((((: hahah.&lt;br /&gt;you can stop staring now. i know it rocks. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoppee.&lt;br /&gt;photo uploading spreee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, back to my last 4 questions.&lt;br /&gt;-stones my add math tys-.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114225065953929285?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114225065953929285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114225065953929285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114225065953929285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114225065953929285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/taking-break-from-amath-indices-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114217089195101192</id><published>2006-03-12T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:00.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rawr.&lt;br /&gt;k today was fun la&lt;br /&gt;a little bit tired but it was alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept super late last night&lt;br /&gt;stayed up chatting and  doing nonsense on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;played with final cut express.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKS MAN.&lt;br /&gt;totally takes video editing to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;now to wait for final cut pro 6 (:&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps.&lt;br /&gt;so this morning i was like *groans* waking up to go church.&lt;br /&gt;my sadistic dad came into my rm BRIGHT AND CHEERY and pulled open my blinds.&lt;br /&gt;ngrhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;so i packed stuff fr regional and went to church.&lt;br /&gt;regional worship was ok la.&lt;br /&gt;we took a cell picture! (: whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service was FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;jaime kept on suaning me and POKING MY SPLEEN. and accusing me of fantasising abt her. OMG LA. wadevr jaime!&lt;br /&gt;haha cos the real people put up this hilarious performance and jaime and i were doubled up in laughter&lt;br /&gt;yepps.&lt;br /&gt;then i was screaming to be heard after service to make south region sit down.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh my voice very soft meh!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, then we left to go orchard for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;ate at bk.&lt;br /&gt;AND WE GOT LOST IN ORCHARD.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;oh man i think i drove everyone mad cos i was so so so panicky abt being late cos we were lost.&lt;br /&gt;and then 111 took so long to come so after a while we all sat at the bus stop and pray.&lt;br /&gt;seriously prayed.&lt;br /&gt;and the bus came finally((:&lt;br /&gt;got back to church and yeah everyone was alrdy there.&lt;br /&gt;-hides-&lt;br /&gt;can't believe we got lost la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;games were erm.&lt;br /&gt;abt messy in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;but mel said she had fun.&lt;br /&gt;biased opinion i'm sure but who cares yepp?&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;had to do forfeit during the icebreaker thanks to ser who called my name and threw the balloon down.&lt;br /&gt;walau!&lt;br /&gt;haha so we all stood with our butts facing inside our circle and wrote icebreaker with our butts while singing twinkletwinkle.&lt;br /&gt;my team for the mural was so super screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha the mural was like, HMMM.&lt;br /&gt;but ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must give a big huge thankyou to serene ng(:&lt;br /&gt;thankyouthankyou ser(:&lt;br /&gt;halfway thru when i felt sick and went to the toilet, she came down to find me.&lt;br /&gt;and she tried very hard to make me un-nervous and etc before regional.&lt;br /&gt;loveyouser &lt;3. thanks so much(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and jaime and i have such a CORNY sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;jaime-grace why should you nv stand infrnt of a bus?&lt;br /&gt;me-?!&lt;br /&gt;jaime-cos you'll get tired.&lt;br /&gt;me-omg la! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaime-so why shldnt you stand behind a bus?&lt;br /&gt;me-?!&lt;br /&gt;jaime-cos you'll get exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;me-lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha oh and our really corny pickup lines exchanging session&lt;br /&gt;hahah jaime introduced me to a reallyreally corny pick up line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaime- would you like a rasin. (no) then how about a date?&lt;br /&gt;me-OMG OMG OMG LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp love my cell(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, took manymany pictures of the different games.&lt;br /&gt;will upload it on the cell blog ltr(:&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;okayy tmr's tuition with jodie.&lt;br /&gt;woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114217089195101192?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114217089195101192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114217089195101192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114217089195101192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114217089195101192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114208882151561565</id><published>2006-03-11T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:00.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr harhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;415, met the  sc hollaback crew at taka!&lt;br /&gt;THEY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RULED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;THE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNDER 16 GRP&lt;/span&gt; TO MAKE IT TO THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEMI FINALS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;can you say  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sc rocks&lt;/span&gt;?!(:&lt;br /&gt;cos they totally did!&lt;br /&gt;go cam(: you totally grooved!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the announceent of results and all&lt;br /&gt;michelle yan and i went for dinner&lt;br /&gt;its damn funny going out with michelle&lt;br /&gt;she has like a 5sec attention span&lt;br /&gt;that becomes even shorter when she's sick&lt;br /&gt;she was like lets go shoe shopping! dkny sale! etcetc&lt;br /&gt;mygod.&lt;br /&gt;but she was super sick man! puffy eyes, fever of 39.1. whoooa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we ate dinner at wisma.&lt;br /&gt;this italian resturant.&lt;br /&gt;haha michelle kept complaining abt the cabonara.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, since michelle was sick, we went home&lt;br /&gt;we sent michelle home&lt;br /&gt;we took mrt and bus with her to pinegrove.&lt;br /&gt;then we laydown at the playground, on the padded floor and stargazed and talked.&lt;br /&gt;man it was wayyyyy nice&lt;br /&gt;staring at the dark sky with sparkly stars and with the reallllly cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;ahhh bliss(:&lt;br /&gt;mans! rocked&lt;br /&gt;then walked michelle to her block then yiyan and i went to the bus stop to go home&lt;br /&gt;waited super long for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;talked alot of nonsense la&lt;br /&gt;at one point i went mad and i shouted ard the busstop.&lt;br /&gt;hahah(:&lt;br /&gt;thankgod there was only one uncle there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiyan and i took to my house.&lt;br /&gt;walked into my house road then waited with her on the main rd till her dad came to pick her.&lt;br /&gt;then i walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiyan! SCADALOUS CLOTHING(((:&lt;br /&gt;ehehe(: she was wearing this off shoulder thingy cos it was the hollaback crew thingy and she was so self concious, kept pulling it up, then i'd yank it down.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;damn fun la(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-prodprod yan-&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, photo time!&lt;br /&gt;we took many many spastic photos!&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1701.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiyan &amp; i! (why so sad yan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1703.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle,yiyan and i! (: note michellle's puffy eyes. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/1600/KICX1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3732/379/320/KICX1705.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle posing  with  flowers and sad face -pretending to be post breakup (: heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp it was damn fun la!(:&lt;br /&gt;woot(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yiyan has contracted me to play the bass guit -faints-&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play acoustic ! but apparently she wants a bass player.&lt;br /&gt;fantastic la.&lt;br /&gt;anyone have a bass they wanna lend me? haha.&lt;br /&gt;yiyan said its easy, nochords.&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are gonna die la yan.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, tmr's regional.&lt;br /&gt;will probably post pics again tmr la.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114208882151561565?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114208882151561565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114208882151561565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114208882151561565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114208882151561565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-so-fun-rawr-harhar-okies.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114200253721700046</id><published>2006-03-10T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:24:00.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe(((:&lt;br /&gt;this is so FUN pls!(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm like lying on my mummy's big king sized bed and talking to her so SKYPE!(:&lt;br /&gt;rawr harhar!(:&lt;br /&gt;i love skype!&lt;br /&gt;nehnehneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm incredibly bored cum tired.&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;todayy was good!(:&lt;br /&gt;i got 2 more happy notes!&lt;br /&gt;one from mr tang and one from miss sie! :D&lt;br /&gt;so happpyyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;LALA.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school, i went for redcross!&lt;br /&gt;taught the new recruits footdrill and the sec 2s fa with suelin&lt;br /&gt;haha teaching newrecruits footdrill is incredibly funny(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off early to go practice filming the hollaback crew thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my stupid legs ache.&lt;br /&gt;i duno why ):&lt;br /&gt;must be pe+hentak.&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;my muscles are so lousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh&lt;br /&gt;tmr is funfunfunfun(:&lt;br /&gt;-shopping in orchard&lt;br /&gt;-physics tuition (erm no comment)&lt;br /&gt;-FILMING!(: ehehe&lt;br /&gt;-dinner with _____!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyae&lt;br /&gt;hahah ok la super high cos of skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ohno i just found out something. -faints- shibainess pls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-CAMCAM WHAT TIME! -stares-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114200253721700046?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114200253721700046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114200253721700046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114200253721700046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114200253721700046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/hehe-this-is-so-fun-pls-im-like-lying.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114191636400254505</id><published>2006-03-09T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first off;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka kamiew(:&lt;br /&gt;happyysweet16!&lt;br /&gt;[i'm sure you had a good time sharingit with someone (:] hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;some cool things that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lishan's retarded false enthuness (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cam getting married with an actual cert (she married tigger)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bursting cam's birthday balloon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hair raising experience in physics! haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;haha physics was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;mr tang is really super nice and funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohanyway!&lt;br /&gt;camehome, did loads of emath tys and finished off all the pre-hols hw to hand up.&lt;br /&gt;woot(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched american idol.&lt;br /&gt;haha i love chris!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhum.&lt;br /&gt;redcross tmr!-fulluni!- gasp!-&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty time to get ready for tmr and get sleeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;btw, i got skype so if you want to talk to me, click the skype button under my nav bar ok!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i love skypeee (: ahah its so damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114191636400254505?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114191636400254505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114191636400254505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114191636400254505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114191636400254505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-off-happy-birthday-cam-aka.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114182279404370622</id><published>2006-03-08T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i'm watching AI and talking to samkoh on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;screw studying.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of stupid statistics and transformations /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back amath.totally screwed it.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to meeeee /:&lt;br /&gt;my grades are irrevocably bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i only have like...4A1s?&lt;br /&gt;like ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;the rest are like.&lt;br /&gt;shit?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;gah!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy. sam is scandalous.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEERUP &lt;/span&gt;samkoh!&lt;br /&gt;must be gay(:&lt;br /&gt;such un-gay mongers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do seriously well for all the rest of the test to salvage my desperately dying grades.&lt;br /&gt;i think my avergae right now is like 67.&lt;br /&gt;bah.bah.bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know i'm slightly obsessed with my marks at the moment. rach heard my moaning the whole day. but i'm really RAWRED over my grades ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, fast forward thru the day!&lt;br /&gt;it club!&lt;br /&gt;woot!&lt;br /&gt;haha lots of nonsense during lesson&lt;br /&gt;haha evelyn,hanny,xf :D you all are so terribly evil! hahaha. long story la. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;and ofcourse, hanny&amp;amp;i saboed people into running 8x50m for itclub.&lt;br /&gt;i have the best excuse man! (: first aid duty so i can't be a runner. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights la. AI is ending.&lt;br /&gt;bored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jodiepoo i miss you soso much! ):&lt;br /&gt;sigh. so much to tell you pok!&lt;br /&gt;stupidgirl.&lt;br /&gt;need a longlong conversation after the asianswimchamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114182279404370622?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114182279404370622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114182279404370622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114182279404370622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114182279404370622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/haha-im-watching-ai-and-talking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114172744537724127</id><published>2006-03-07T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Need You by Tommy Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get me out of this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With the lightning this close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That so much in this world's make believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this ticking clock isn't for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And still nobody knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my blacker days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the walls coming down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through this hole in my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That so much in this world isn't real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And there's some things that you can not steal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me what can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the sun would rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the jasmine skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'd lie awake in your bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't I forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's so much in this world that is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's not much I'm not willing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can not be without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg this song is so nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know i should totally be studying.&lt;br /&gt;but its the last week of school!&lt;br /&gt;and we have no more tests till friday, which is just emaths.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm home so early today!&lt;br /&gt;and i studied for bio test which is still 2 weeks away ok! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yupp.&lt;br /&gt;the last peerleading session was yest.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss my peercharges so muchhhh ):&lt;br /&gt;although i bet they're super glad to be rid of me;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be slightly freer now at least.&lt;br /&gt;but lit mentoring is starting in term2.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i rushed home to shower, rushed to tuition, then rushed to the toa payoh swimming complex to watch jodiepoo compete!&lt;br /&gt;i sat behind her sis and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE ROCKED(;&lt;br /&gt;oh fine team singapore rocked&lt;br /&gt;(: 3RD FOR TECHNICAL TEAM EVENT(:&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;first they had the swimmers parade. so they announced the names of all the competitiors.&lt;br /&gt;so it was like: team singapore! .......NG EN PEI JODIE.............................&lt;br /&gt;haha i cheered like mad for jodie(:&lt;br /&gt;and yupp it was really good la! (: they swam their routine to this medley of pink panther songs!&lt;br /&gt;WOOT(:&lt;br /&gt;i think their routine was reallyreally nice!(:&lt;br /&gt;then they had the medal ceremony and jodie got her bronze medal&lt;br /&gt;so i walked down to the poolside to meet her. haha&lt;br /&gt;YAYYAE(:&lt;br /&gt;yupp jodie was rather dead though. haha poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;she's having her technical duet today, right now in fact.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't support her anymore la ):&lt;br /&gt;first cos it costs money and i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;and also cos its so bloody far away.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm!(: jodie will own the pool (: hehe(:&lt;br /&gt;go &lt;a href="www.asiaswimchamps.org"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see results and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;got back chinese test today.&lt;br /&gt;hardihar. i failed.&lt;br /&gt;22.5/50&lt;br /&gt;which actually isn't that bad la considering many other people failed and only like 5 ppl passed in my class or something.&lt;br /&gt;yepps!&lt;br /&gt;and yingyong wen i got 14.5/20 ((:&lt;br /&gt;but audd that ass got 19/20.&lt;br /&gt;rawr!&lt;br /&gt;chem tests sucked like mad too.&lt;br /&gt;bwagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was alittle. pffts. after school today, and i wanted to talk to somebody.&lt;br /&gt;so i called renee and talked to sam and renee.&lt;br /&gt;they made me cheer up! (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks mongers(:&lt;br /&gt;i will study five million gazillion times harder i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah!&lt;br /&gt;but i studied today!&lt;br /&gt;pretty hard ok!&lt;br /&gt;i did some emath and some bio.&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote my lit thingy for reflective journal&lt;br /&gt;then i read more of twelfth night.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm doing the march camp packing list and planning out _____ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll study more ltr after i finish the camp stuff since tmr is alrdy the due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the weekend(:&lt;br /&gt;cos on saturday, we're gonna have hanny&amp;jennet's birthday tea/dinner!&lt;br /&gt;then i'm gonna watch cam&amp;amp;co perform at the hollaback crew thingy and film it&lt;br /&gt;yippees. shld be fun(: haha.&lt;br /&gt;haha yu chuan is so funny, she msged to thank me for filming but actually hor, i was planning to go watch cam anyway so its like killing 2 birbs with one stone. heh(:&lt;br /&gt;and samantha koh li ming is going too! so i get to &lt;s&gt;humiliate&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;terrorize&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;poke&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to korkor!&lt;br /&gt;hehe(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then sunday is regional!&lt;br /&gt;hmm i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; it goes well, then it'll be fun too! (:&lt;br /&gt;and then march hols will be FRS! (: sam,renee and i are gonna go watch! (:&lt;br /&gt;wahah(: three level playing field man! COOL(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and march camp(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp good week ahead(: hehe(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plusplusplus! plenty of time to mug my brains out for bio.&lt;br /&gt;esp since is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plant&lt;/span&gt; bio.&lt;br /&gt;): ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; plant bio.&lt;br /&gt;human bio is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i still gotta mug like mad for it since i screwed up the first bio test. blehhh.&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers* plsplspls let my prac have not screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;unlikely though.&lt;br /&gt;i studied even less for prac then the theory. rawrrs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes!&lt;br /&gt;and i will dedicated the entire wed and thur of this week to emath.&lt;br /&gt;need deperately to salvage my dying emath scores.&lt;br /&gt;): pffts! everything is slipping!&lt;br /&gt;thankgod mummy is being ultra supportive this yr la(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday some stupid film crew is coming to film red cross meeting.&lt;br /&gt;so we need to wear uniform !&lt;br /&gt;bahs!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OHOH NEWFLASH NEWSFLASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE WON SILVER FOR RED CROSS VIDEO AWARDS!!!!! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaah(:&lt;br /&gt;ok its not a gold but its good enough for me!(:&lt;br /&gt;heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;getting back social studies seq tmr. /: i'm really really hoping that by some incredible stroke of luck i did ok for it. cos i really screwed it up this time. rawrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei i shld not blog anymore la.&lt;br /&gt;i'll have tons more to blog after the weekend and all.&lt;br /&gt;plus i shld get back to finishing up the red cross stuff and then do some more studying.&lt;br /&gt;-bangs head against table-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22430131.post-114155007680466068</id><published>2006-03-05T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK JODIEPOO!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asian swimming championships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6-9march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also....&lt;br /&gt;visit the &lt;a href="http://www.scream06.blogspot.com"&gt;SCREAM blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright,i'm out of here for the week.&lt;br /&gt;last week of term.&lt;br /&gt;we survived!&lt;br /&gt;have a great week everyone(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;amazing how much it still matters to me after all this time&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114155007680466068?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114155007680466068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114155007680466068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114155007680466068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114155007680466068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-luck-jodiepoo-asian-swimming.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114146737490248488</id><published>2006-03-04T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANNY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn&lt;br /&gt;i'm really damn sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from footdrill comp.&lt;br /&gt;for some stupid reason i'm slightly sunburnt ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway!&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE TOP EIGHT!(:&lt;br /&gt;-smacks trohpy-&lt;br /&gt;ri was 1st, cedar was 2nd and tk was 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;yupp i think it was fair cos ri and tk were WHOA. cedar i'm not sure cos i was talking to jodie on the phone during their drill.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;but yes!&lt;br /&gt;uber proudd of the FES ppl!(:&lt;br /&gt;at first after prelim rounds, thought we wldnt make it&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEY DID.&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy i clapped and screamed and screamed and hugged melissa damn hard!(:&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOHOO!(:&lt;br /&gt;yepp!&lt;br /&gt;and i think the final round was good too!&lt;br /&gt;THREE CHEERS FOR THE COMMANDER --&gt;suelin! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm,&lt;br /&gt;oh cara told me that fmss was really nice, cos they sat next to our squad(south zone) and they congratulated us and told us we wld get into finals for sure.&lt;br /&gt;haha sportsmanship man(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, super sleepy from waking up early and spending the whole day at fd comp but i'm sure the fes ppl are even more tired so SLEEP AND REST WELL(:&lt;br /&gt;-march camp coming. muahaha! -evil grin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahs going out for dinner with dad soon cos mum isn't ard.&lt;br /&gt;i got home showered and crashed onto bed with my physics tys attempting to do some work&lt;br /&gt;but i napped for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;then did like 2 questions&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm gonna go nap and change before dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway!&lt;br /&gt;church tmr, then meeting jo to get the tickets for the asian swim champ frm her(:&lt;br /&gt;her comp is on MONDAY so everyone must encourage jo ok! :D&lt;br /&gt;talked to jodie for quite a long time at comp today&lt;br /&gt;my hp served as her 'ears' to listen to the marching.&lt;br /&gt;heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, i'm really DAMN tired.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;hope i'm not falling sick. gahs.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm red and burnt on my knee arm and abit of my face.&lt;br /&gt;hmrph. shld clear up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k nap time(:&lt;br /&gt;-snores-&lt;br /&gt;wont update til next week possibly.&lt;br /&gt;byebyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22430131.post-114139593206343032</id><published>2006-03-03T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellooo(:&lt;br /&gt;must blog abt today yes!&lt;br /&gt;cos it was so FUN!(:&lt;br /&gt;(yes i'm supposed to be writing out my _____plan now but ei who cares la i'm tired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first!&lt;br /&gt;met yiyan in gallery 3 to go for financial literacy which was our morning activity.&lt;br /&gt;she brought the latest lime mag and we were reading&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;they superimposed bradpitts face on some actresses body and OMGOMGOMG!&lt;br /&gt;-looks at yiyan-&lt;br /&gt;-rolls on the floor laughing-&lt;br /&gt;hahah(: it really was superr hilarious la.&lt;br /&gt;lol(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupps, then we went for financial literacy.&lt;br /&gt;WHEE I WON TODAY(:&lt;br /&gt;haha i got the highest (:&lt;br /&gt;so then the instructor asked me how i won.&lt;br /&gt;so i tried veryveryvery hard not to laugh and said errr cos i have lots of assets? so i had a high cashflow!&lt;br /&gt;yeah yiyan and i were trying to get him to hurryup end lesson so we cld go eat(:&lt;br /&gt;ahah&lt;br /&gt;then when he wanted to demo the negotiation skills, he asked the hwachong exchange prog guy to go up.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WAS BLOODY FUNNY .&lt;br /&gt;hahah laughed like madd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp then after the lesson, yiyan,ivana,jas,vanessa and i went to waffletown (:&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch (:&lt;br /&gt;then we rushed back to school and we left for bishan!&lt;br /&gt;SERVICE LEARNING RULES.&lt;br /&gt;cip was so fun pls!(:&lt;br /&gt;arms aching, feet blistering, sweating our skin off&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS SO WORTH IT(:&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;FOUR SERVICE RULES!&lt;br /&gt;we finished the first!&lt;br /&gt;so we all congregated and had a picnic on the void deck of block 187(:&lt;br /&gt;the teachers gave us cookies, and we each contributed like fries,crackers,drinks,bread,etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO(:&lt;br /&gt;it rocked(:&lt;br /&gt;i totally love my class.&lt;br /&gt;and i totally loved doing bishan recycling!(:&lt;br /&gt;it was really fulfilling :D and we had so much fun laughing abt the really funny incidents that occured.&lt;br /&gt;(too many to blog down but wheezy &amp; yingjun know right?) heh.&lt;br /&gt;yupp and mrs elaine lim was really funny and nice too(: all the teachers were so relaxed and fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, arms superly tired after all that carrying of newspaper and old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then on the bus ride back to school,&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD MORE FUN ON THE BUS(:&lt;br /&gt;haha i laughed to much i almost cried! :D&lt;br /&gt;first, zara wheezy and i tried to get minmin and xinli to spill their 'dirty little secret'&lt;br /&gt;then zara and wheezy impersonated ______.&lt;br /&gt;then zara and wheezy tried to push me off the bus (eeks. hrmph. haha)&lt;br /&gt;then we traumatised the poor hwachong guy (see that's why we're not in coed schools)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of other funny things la.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really lazy to blog it all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps.&lt;br /&gt;so got back to school completely tired and came home.&lt;br /&gt;i. ache. everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but it was still reallyreally the best(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;finished typing out the games verses for regional.&lt;br /&gt;and discussed and finalized marchcamp day 3 schedule with jodie&lt;br /&gt;and talked(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD COMP TMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD LUCK TO ALL FES PPL!(:&lt;br /&gt;DO SCRCY PROUD &amp;amp; MARCH YOUR HEART OUT!&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL DO IT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and renee is back from obs!(:&lt;br /&gt;finalllllyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;missed you renee(:&lt;br /&gt;yippees mama is back!&lt;br /&gt;-big grin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla, off to do planning and slp early.&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;bleaghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;[somehow or another; no one ever seems to measure up]&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114139593206343032?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114139593206343032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114139593206343032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114139593206343032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114139593206343032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/hellooo-must-blog-abt-today-yes-cos-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114130705007719499</id><published>2006-03-02T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala.&lt;br /&gt;ei today was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;world trade game!&lt;br /&gt;-high5s dawn hanny &amp; suying-&lt;br /&gt;we were.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRASIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;yupp we traded and we didn't do all the badly!(:&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yeah, took a bus homeee.&lt;br /&gt;did amath(:&lt;br /&gt;so proud myself i did all the tys questions for 2 chapts!&lt;br /&gt;-claps-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp then after that mel,caleb and i tried to figure out regional&lt;br /&gt;we're doing the march hols one!&lt;br /&gt;2wks to plan!&lt;br /&gt;well nvm, its good in a way.&lt;br /&gt;no need to plan the large scale june one.&lt;br /&gt;and we're -ahem- being charitable right mel! cos isi lacks manpower. yepps(: -big grin to mel-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhm.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, trying deperately to think of recre proposal &amp;amp; ____*ahem gloria* for red cross march camp.&lt;br /&gt;and trying to think of the games for regional, though at least 2 are done.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the poem abt sc for cam.&lt;br /&gt;-thinks hard-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super need to start writing out all these proposals asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to jodie now abt march camp.&lt;br /&gt;haha we're also kinda going off topic.&lt;br /&gt;but that's alright.&lt;br /&gt;hahah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;yupp alright shall try to clear some of the stupid workload off.&lt;br /&gt;byebyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;bleaghs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114130705007719499?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114130705007719499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114130705007719499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114130705007719499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114130705007719499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/03/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114118594382180237</id><published>2006-03-01T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;gonna leave to go school soon.&lt;br /&gt;practicing differentiation for amath test on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remembered what miss sie said yest.&lt;br /&gt;i questioned some stuff in lit.&lt;br /&gt;then she said; in lit you can tell alot of things abt ppls character.&lt;br /&gt;there are people who take things at face value, and there are people who are more cautious and cynical.&lt;br /&gt;i can tell grace is quite a cynical person, because she's always questioning what if, what if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hil was like grinning.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;am i cynical?&lt;br /&gt;dunno /:&lt;br /&gt;maybe?&lt;br /&gt;right now, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Mavolio, Act2 scene 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not sure if its word for word, i'm kinda typing from memory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;food for thought right?&lt;br /&gt;i love lit(: can always relate it back to people.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, when i'm reading twelfth night, i can see aspects of each character in me;&lt;br /&gt;olivia's pain of loss of a loved one, orsino's lovesickness&amp;obsession, viola's mute love, mavolio's pomposity, sir toby&amp;amp;sir andrew's boasting, maria's sensiblity&amp;practicality over emotions, antonio's love for his best friend sebastiane.&lt;br /&gt;etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love twelfth night(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'if music be the food of love, play on'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Orsino, Act1 scene1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true, so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;lit is fantastic (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm off, not gonna spew more lit mumurings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114118594382180237?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22430131.post-114111131252866470</id><published>2006-02-28T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i got this off friendster.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm reallyreally freee now so i'm gonna do it(:&lt;br /&gt;haha i love being this free and frittering away time(:&lt;br /&gt;WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yupp.&lt;br /&gt;ripped off friendster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put an X in the ones you have done...&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car -&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car -&lt;br /&gt;( ) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight-&lt;br /&gt;( ) snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didnt have them&lt;br /&gt;back [yar duh right. haha.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend [erm yeah. ofcourse. whitelies la.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(x)seen someone die [my granddad, in the icu ):]&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on one of your internet friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) purposely set a part of yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi [haha yes. but i don't like it]&lt;br /&gt;( ) been skiing/snow boarding -&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;( ) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers [when i got my teeth extracted. four. ouchhh.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) loved someone or miss someone [uhuh. i still remember. lastyr.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes&lt;br /&gt;go by [poc 04/5? can't remember. sat down on the field with level mates during sabo and lay on our backs(:]&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a snow angel -&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party [when i was damn young la]&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite [mmhmm. capilano beach in vancouver(:]&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle [yupp same place(:]&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone puddle jumpin&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up [haha again, when i was damn young]&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped into a pile of leaves -&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone sledging&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game [hahah (((: ofcourse(: always play dirty hehe]&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely [yepps but jodie&amp;amp;the gossipmongers are always there((:]&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school [all the time man. all the time]&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake id -&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set [yupp capilano beach. its the nicests thing in the world!]&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt an earthquake [vancouver, once in june when i went back. small one la]&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake [eeks yeah at the zoo when my dad dared me]&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled [YIYAN! -prodprod- everymorning man!]&lt;br /&gt;(x) been robbed [my hp): long time agoo]&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood [ermmm yeshh. alot of times]&lt;br /&gt;( ) petted a reindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest [some luckydraw thingy at the shopping mall aha]&lt;br /&gt;(x) run a red light [with jodie crossing to the busstopp hurhur(:]&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school-&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a car [WHAT? hahaha yeahhhhhh]&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like an outcast [pri school, when i was alittle, reculsive. haha]&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a deja vu [yeah alot esp when i go to ______]&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(x) liked the way you look [ofcourse la, i don't hv THAT low a self esteem thankyou. aha]&lt;br /&gt;(x) witnessed a crime [yesh! shoplifter! -shakes head-]&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart [ohyeah, doing that alot recently. what was i thinking huh.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes [((:! if you see my twelfth night, you'll know. hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud [YESH. redcross orientation!!!!!! grosss la]&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost [with my blurnesss? duhh! haha]&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country [err singapore's kinda small.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean [(((: yesh! (((: in vancouver]&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like dying [couple of times. nota good thing]&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep [alot of nights. again not a good thing]&lt;br /&gt;( ) played cops and robbers-&lt;br /&gt;( ) recently colored with crayons&lt;br /&gt;( ) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;( ) paid for a meal with only coins -&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't [yeahh. totally.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls [HAHA. a few times last time]&lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed until some kind of beverage came out&lt;br /&gt;of your nose - !&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue -&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the rain -&lt;br /&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Claus [when i was littttttle. haha. so cute rightrightright! haha]&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe-&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched the sun rise with someone you care&lt;br /&gt;about -&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles [yupp!(: super funn(:]&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach -&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating [yeah then i crashed and fell and stopped. haha]&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true [came true but was taken away. sad aint it.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn pearls -&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge -&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food -&lt;br /&gt;( ) told a complete stranger you loved them -&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower [haha POST EXAMS. totally]&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone [errr yesh. weird right.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something [haha balsa wood when we were making the bridge last yr!]&lt;br /&gt;(x) got your tongue stuck to something [ice cubeeee. cold. stick to tongue. hehe]&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish -&lt;br /&gt;( ) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs [in classss. hahahaha(:]&lt;br /&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel-&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours [yeah i'm pretty sure i have]&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night [once, during melaka trip in secone when jodie and i rmed together, we talked like madddd when we were supposed to sleep. haha]&lt;br /&gt;( ) didnt take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;( ) pick and ate an apple right off the tree -&lt;br /&gt;( ) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house-&lt;br /&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone [even with ppl i'm still scared. i suck right. haha]&lt;br /&gt;( ) believed in ghosts - sort of&lt;br /&gt;( ) had more than 30 pairs of shoes -&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see&lt;br /&gt;what others say-&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking -&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone doorbell ditching -&lt;br /&gt;( ) played chicken -&lt;br /&gt;(x) been pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your&lt;br /&gt;clothes on [YES&gt;glares.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger [hahah this one arh, dun need elaboration]&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone -&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused [allll the timeeeeee. hahah]&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it -&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a butterfly-&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried [YESYESYES. ((:]&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed [ok i remember, frs05, when we lost. cried damn hard then stared laughing. haha damn silly]&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test [whooops. yeshhh. i know, terrible right.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) have/had a Britney Spears CD [haha yeahhh]&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someones name [5sec memory+blur grace=alotalotalot of times]&lt;br /&gt;( ) French braided someones hair-&lt;br /&gt;(x) been threatened to be kicked out of your&lt;br /&gt;house [yeah once when my mum was really angry at me]&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kicked out of your house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hhaha ok that was just random la.&lt;br /&gt;kaes.&lt;br /&gt;byebyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114111131252866470?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114111131252866470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114111131252866470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114111131252866470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114111131252866470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-i-got-this-off-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114110954767452813</id><published>2006-02-28T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FREAKING HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;so yes i'm BLOGGING.(:&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;cos  today was the last day of classes for the week!!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;and i had NO CCA TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;AND NO TUITION.&lt;br /&gt;(: AND NO HW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early dismissal+no classes for 3 days+no homework=VERY HAPPY GRACE((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh. poor hcl ppl, still in school for hcl lesson(:&lt;br /&gt;rocks being normal chinese.&lt;br /&gt;cos dumb mahhh. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then tmr starts our service learning/enrichment activities stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in grp c! so only need to go to school at 115pm tmr! (:&lt;br /&gt;ROCKS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;MMHMM. big grin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm like totally slacking first.&lt;br /&gt;listening to music and might play guit later.(:&lt;br /&gt;WAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i like the song 'my drink' by charlie hall :D&lt;br /&gt;lovetoday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bit of an update: monday, I GOT MY IC AT LAST!((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finalllllyyy ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition with jodie was damn funn(:&lt;br /&gt;aha so was talking to jodie(:&lt;br /&gt;haha. HIGHER DEREVATIVES.&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;-stares at jodie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp and today was reallly funny.&lt;br /&gt;see, i got to school and i nearly sat on bird shit in the courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;so hil was like DON'T SIT ON POO.&lt;br /&gt;then mei ying was like what other words for poo?&lt;br /&gt;so i was like shit!.&lt;br /&gt;then hil said nono less vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;so meiying said faeces.&lt;br /&gt;and i said AIYAR. the food which passed through the alimentary canal and came out of the bird's ass.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;then hil was like ummm yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and meiying was LOLOLOL(:&lt;br /&gt;then i said: hmm no howabt BOWEL MOVEMENT.(:&lt;br /&gt;hhaah. ok it sounded funnier this morning in the courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;so meiying said next time instead of oh shit we shld all say OH POO.&lt;br /&gt;hahha.&lt;br /&gt;lameeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohum.&lt;br /&gt;physics prac test, lit,english,ce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;registration for o levels!&lt;br /&gt;some stats the oh so bored mind of grace concocted:&lt;br /&gt;no. of hours of exam we sit thru-29.5hrs.&lt;br /&gt;amt of money we pay to be tortured-$266&lt;br /&gt;first day of papers- 2/11/06&lt;br /&gt;last day of papers- 17/11/06&lt;br /&gt;no. of days the o levels lasts-10days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh. we study 4yrs and its over in 29.5 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;haha. saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah must start mugging.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;anyway! poor full geog ppl were extremely upset to find that paper one of geog is on the same day as bio!&lt;br /&gt;poor ppl&lt;br /&gt;but then they gleefully discovered full geog ends o levels one day earlier than full lit ppl.&lt;br /&gt;they end on the 16/11.&lt;br /&gt;bwagh.&lt;br /&gt;so while they play, the rest of the lit ppl like me will be mugging for our history paper on the 17/11.&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh!.&lt;br /&gt;ook recess was.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa(:&lt;br /&gt;wont elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double period chem prac.&lt;br /&gt;hahah cam accidentally dropped her glass rod into the sink's drain;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed so hard :D&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't break anything(:&lt;br /&gt;although i did accidentally do the wrong cation test ):&lt;br /&gt;and i almost dropped the tin can of test tubes.&lt;br /&gt;oh and not to mention trip on the ledge of the lab.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;alrights la.&lt;br /&gt;chem prac was not tooo bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUPP.&lt;br /&gt;am like uber excited abt the next three days stuff(:&lt;br /&gt;no classes.&lt;br /&gt;service learning is bishan recyling, for breakthrough missions.&lt;br /&gt;it seeeeems fun la(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore robotics games:&lt;br /&gt;-operation 268&lt;br /&gt;-collision coalition&lt;br /&gt;-external fusion!&lt;br /&gt;(((: they are gonna ROCK srg(((:&lt;br /&gt;ohyes. (:&lt;br /&gt;haha.(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendster is so SCREWED. gah!&lt;br /&gt;i cannot reply messeges.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot send messeges.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot view/edit profile/pics/testi&lt;br /&gt;rawrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok byebye. i will update hmm pretty regularly this week cos its enrichment week.&lt;br /&gt;pretty free.&lt;br /&gt;yeahs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEES.&lt;br /&gt;-excited look-&lt;br /&gt;byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114110954767452813?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114110954767452813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114110954767452813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114110954767452813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114110954767452813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/02/freaking-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114095786136283522</id><published>2006-02-26T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to blog.&lt;br /&gt;figured i will blog abt my week in general once a week so i don't entirely abandon my blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. but first, bigbig thankyou to all the nicenice taggers(: keep tagging ok(: haha i love you all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei. i cannot really remember much of my week cos of my 2sec memory, so i will just blog exciting events(: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red cross!&lt;br /&gt;we split, so the footdrill comp ppl trained for the entire meeting and melissa and i taught all the non comp ppl first aid and rck.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST AID WAS FUN(:&lt;br /&gt;rightrightright? (:&lt;br /&gt;then i taught some rck-comm structure la basically.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN THE EX NCOS CAME BACK!((((:&lt;br /&gt;omg! siew jing, minqi and andrea ma'ams&lt;br /&gt;that's when the fun started right!&lt;br /&gt;cos everyone was like tired of fa and rck and wanted to to footdrill.&lt;br /&gt;so i made them all fall in and then i reported to minqi ma'am! (:&lt;br /&gt;it was JUST LIKE THE OLD TIMES(:&lt;br /&gt;i was like "footdrill i/c reporting ma'am"&lt;br /&gt;ahah(: long time nv report alrdys!&lt;br /&gt;being nco is damn sian(: cadet so much funnnnnner pls!(:&lt;br /&gt;then i fell in and siewjing ma'am commanded us for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;ohman when we were hentaking, she was like 'PULL BACK YOUR SHOULDERS'&lt;br /&gt;brought back memories of cadet life. felt like they were still our ncos and i was the sec3. hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp then recre.&lt;br /&gt;ok it was a little bit screwed up but it was ok right!&lt;br /&gt;then talk by miss soh and some admin stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i walked out of ava rm, renee and michelle were outside!(: they waited for 20 mins for me to finish red cross so we cld go home together!(: ohmans! (: i love my mama(: -hughugs renee super tight-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got abit pissed off yeah. thanks renee for listening to my redcross rants when you're not even a redcrossers((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm nth much, went out then physics tuition&lt;br /&gt;haha my tutor is damn happy abt my marks, although the paper was like super easy so yeah. ahah. its ok(:&lt;br /&gt;then at night, went great world to watch rumour has it then went char;s house.&lt;br /&gt;serene ng is an extremely weird girl.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;she's like -picks up toy hammer and bangs on table- hey it makes a noise! and then she picked up the toy ruler and took out her ruler and compared and went hey its accurate!&lt;br /&gt;she's reallllly weird.&lt;br /&gt;then ser and i fooled ard on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;that evil girl. she arh. tsks. cannot say. -censored- hmmm ser! -glares at you-&lt;br /&gt;but i got back at her by blogging nonsense on her blog entry. hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah ser is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met faith and stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;then we waited for char to turn up.&lt;br /&gt;and we waited EONS for serene.&lt;br /&gt;and finally i fed up called ser and went: THERE ARE 4 VERY CRANKY INDIVIDUALS WAITING FOR YOU!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;hahaha(: slowcoach -poke-&lt;br /&gt;uhuh. cell was funny. elissa was rushing thru like mad.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the playgrd to discuss some stuff cos the children church ppl chased us out of the rm&lt;br /&gt;yeahh. and then ser, small mel and i talked(:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;uhuh then powerpraise.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yupp i felt very strong about this: in everything, give Him the glory.&lt;br /&gt;so no matter what i do from now on, i must give all credit to Him. yes.&lt;br /&gt;He will help me thru right?&lt;br /&gt;-nods-&lt;br /&gt;i must have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, bought a new cd today.&lt;br /&gt;its this compilation of christian rock songs.&lt;br /&gt;really nice(:&lt;br /&gt;uhuh, i've dedicated bus ride time to worshiping Him through music.&lt;br /&gt;so yupp this cd rocks la(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, studied abit of bio, the played the guit.&lt;br /&gt;i dare say i'm getting heaps better(:&lt;br /&gt;played mainly christian songs(: it felt great(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, on the last note.&lt;br /&gt;JODIEPOO IS IN THE SPORTS SECTION OF TODAY'S STRAITS TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;hahah national sychro swimmer indeed.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;well 6-9 march, jodiepoo is gna be competeing in the asian swimming championships and i'm gonna be a nice bestie and go down to support her.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO SUPPORT HER TELL ME!&lt;br /&gt;$2 per day per ticket to watch ok!&lt;br /&gt;toa payoh swimming complex(:&lt;br /&gt;comecome.&lt;br /&gt;but don't be like bian tai cara.&lt;br /&gt;i asked if the redcrossers wantd to go see her swim and cara was like OH YES SEE HER NICE LEGS.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. bian tai i tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm. so yesh, jodiepoo will win! (:&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse. haha -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, another hell of a week coming up.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's bio prac test.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;hope i do alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday is o level registration.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;so fast man.&lt;br /&gt;really hits home that i've gotta study a hell lot harder to keep my grades afloat.&lt;br /&gt;sighs):&lt;br /&gt;faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this week is enrichment activities week.&lt;br /&gt;shld be fun? i hope?&lt;br /&gt;then fd comp on sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO FOOTDRILL COMM-ERS!(:&lt;br /&gt;go march your heart out ok!&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there to support you all with my loud voice-ahem-(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHUH.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;til the next time i blog, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3! -bigbig hug to all obs ppl((:&lt;br /&gt;and renee mama! 5days no see ): sad face. ):&lt;br /&gt;take care(:&lt;br /&gt;ily(: -bigbig squeeze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114095786136283522?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114095786136283522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114095786136283522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114095786136283522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114095786136283522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114060183958947549</id><published>2006-02-22T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-lit conference&lt;br /&gt;-lit mentoring&lt;br /&gt;-itclub&amp;red cross&lt;br /&gt;-march camp&lt;br /&gt;-open houses&lt;br /&gt;-tests&lt;br /&gt;-shakespeare oratory comp&lt;br /&gt;-dramafest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and etc and etc.&lt;br /&gt;i can't handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;temproary hiatus while i regain my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, wont be updating i guess.&lt;br /&gt;oh it has nothing to do with the previous entry by the way.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a little stressed out and the moment.&lt;br /&gt;like five gazillion things are happening that are too big for small little me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who's been really understanding, thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;to all those poor classmates who have been on the receiving end of my listlessness or flareups, really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;emotions run high yeah. but we'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big thankyou to rach&amp;amp;meiying for encouraging me.&lt;br /&gt;as rach says, i've been thru times like this before, i will push it off soon.&lt;br /&gt;i just need to focus and stop my life from running too fast for me to catch up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;keep the tags coming;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update when i feel i can breathe easier.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit: do &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=untainted"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; pls! thankyouu (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114060183958947549?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114060183958947549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114060183958947549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114060183958947549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114060183958947549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/02/lit-conference-lit-mentoring-itclub.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114053699413999868</id><published>2006-02-21T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:59.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>confused;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i try so hard when i never suceed at getting rid of what's already in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i care so much about something i'll never have and i'm not even sure i want.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i cldn't handle it when i thought after all this time that i cld.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why this affects me so much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;i don't know why cos you obviously don't give a fuck anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just know, that somehow, it matters to me even when i try not to let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytimes i've just successfully convinced myself that i don't give a fuck anymore, something always always changes that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for once i really don't have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;and i need it now more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114053699413999868?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114053699413999868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114053699413999868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114053699413999868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114053699413999868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/02/confused-i-dont-know-why-i-try-so-hard_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114043151579223747</id><published>2006-02-20T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:58.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMG(:&lt;br /&gt;today is like one of the best days ever can(:&lt;br /&gt;its was full of :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;yeahs!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights.&lt;br /&gt;see, morning, went to school.&lt;br /&gt;then i had this freak out session cos char's lit essay was like SEVEN PGS LONG.&lt;br /&gt;wth?!&lt;br /&gt;alrights, breathe.&lt;br /&gt;quality not quantity.&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;br /&gt;not like i got quality either la. ):&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haahha i got lots of funny reactions abt my hair through the day can!&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;the funniest was from cam, who FROZE for like one whole min.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. everyone was like what's wrong with cam?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha(: you're super funny cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok alot of teachers commented too;&lt;br /&gt;miss a. tan was like: -peers- grace? what did you do to your hair?!&lt;br /&gt;mrs tan : -after i walked like one meter in frnt of her- oh grace! did you cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;mrs wang: oh grace! you changed your hairstyle! so refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;miss kim: grace teh? you cut your hair? its very suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la the list if quite long, i just put some of the funnier teachers that i'm like closer to.&lt;br /&gt;haha it was super funny seeing ppl reactions pls!&lt;br /&gt;renee kinda freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;oh and many ppl keep making comparisons between me &amp; anime characters.&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK LIKE ANIME ARH?! ): -hrmphs&lt;br /&gt;haha vanessa said i look like aeon flux can.&lt;br /&gt;hahah sorry la i not as chio as charlize theron, pls don't insult her. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahs(: but most ppl reacted positively to my hair(:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except, i find it so funny when ppl ask me if i cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;like zara said: oh no she didn't cut her hair, it just all fell off.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;exactly man. way to ask the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we had peerleading.&lt;br /&gt;OMG I WAS SO HUMILATED AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;we broke into our litte grps, and so i sat down with my grp.&lt;br /&gt;and last week i told them to bring something special today and share.&lt;br /&gt;so they all shared, after my nonstop nagging to get them to TALK. (if anyof you read this PLS speak up!)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the exhaustive effort, they all shared, so it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;so i took out _________ (myspecialthing)&lt;br /&gt;and then i kinda told them why it was special to me.&lt;br /&gt;yupp. and they MISUNDERSTOOD and made me blush ! eeeeeeiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;terrible.&lt;br /&gt;then after that, this girl (ohcrap i forgot her name), said that her friend wanted to ask me a question.&lt;br /&gt;but obviously, the shy girl was too shy to ask me directly.&lt;br /&gt;so they played broken telephone and passed me the question.&lt;br /&gt;and i tried to be encouraging cos hey! they were speaking up! :D&lt;br /&gt;BUTBUTBUT.&lt;br /&gt;ohmans.&lt;br /&gt;the question was :do you hv a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;EIIIIYYYYEERRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, my peercharges ask me this every year. its like WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;and i was like NOOOOO! -covers face- omg you all are so weird!&lt;br /&gt;and they all started laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;omg its like so -hides-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah then we played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;and one of them was dared to hug the form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE DID IT.&lt;br /&gt;ohmans!&lt;br /&gt;i really didn't think she'd actually do it can!&lt;br /&gt;the form teacher turned ard and stared at my grp and then at me and i was like -ARGH SORRY SORRY I DIDN'T KNW SHE WAS GONNA DO THAT.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but she didn't mind. haha miss teng is super sporting. she played chardes with us too.&lt;br /&gt;and during one of the truths, one of them asked the other one who chose truth: what do you think of grace?&lt;br /&gt;then eugenia was like :cover your ears grace.&lt;br /&gt;and then my peercharge was like : she's ok la.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. honesty is the better policy eh. haha. i was super amused. aiyar still better than last yr when they all said : YOU'RE WEIRD. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;yupp (: my peer charges are a pesky lot but they are really cute(: haha i&lt;3them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;aiyar i hv to right. hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp so then,&lt;br /&gt;got back social studies test and physics test!&lt;br /&gt;I GOT 80% FOR BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;-omgomgomg!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;i was like DAMN HAPPY CAN.&lt;br /&gt;physics! LALA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm! so i was like &gt;&gt;beams.(:&lt;br /&gt;at first mr tang wrote the 3 like a 2,&lt;br /&gt;so i thought i got 26 instead of 36, so i was like )): gahs. oh well. not so bad, still passed.&lt;br /&gt;but then i found out it was like 36!&lt;br /&gt;like WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;haha. (: damn happy pls!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during bio&amp;amp;chem, rach and i talked and i diascovered a side to rach i didn't know existed.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but shhh i can't say. rach told me not to tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;-zipps lipps-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh&lt;br /&gt;yeahs, after school, went to do the transfering of the rc vid onto dv tape format.&lt;br /&gt;and mr muliani watched my vid,&lt;br /&gt;and he said i was goooooood(:&lt;br /&gt;OHMAN (: (: i can't believe the technician thinks my vid editing skills are good la(:&lt;br /&gt;i was like -beams- (:&lt;br /&gt;haha ok i know i know, cheap thrill&lt;br /&gt;cannot help it la yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha(:&lt;br /&gt;still remember i only learnt how to video edit in imovie in like 30mins from miss koh.&lt;br /&gt;and i never attended any training in it.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahs, then went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;when i walked into the tuiton center, my tutor was like staring straight thru me.&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly he was like OH GRACE. YOU CHANGED YOUR HAIRSTYLE.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah (: he didn't recognise me pls(:&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i finally understand differentiation rates of change((:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY(:&lt;br /&gt;then jodie came after her heats.&lt;br /&gt;poor girl, she's extremely sick&lt;br /&gt;she said she was coughing like shit during her heats and felt like she was gonna vomit blood. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;getwell jodiepoo (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't there to support the heats but renee said she cheered for jodie(: YAYYAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh(: i'm a really happy girl today plsss(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna watch the avengers later(:&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S ZIDU TMR ):&lt;br /&gt;gah! must study, cannot fail chinese yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i must remember to study for chem tmr after comm meeting.&lt;br /&gt;must keep my chem grades up.&lt;br /&gt;yepps(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;renee! talk to you tonight(: -bighugehugs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and jodiepoo, you're supposed to call me tonight too; better remember hor, sillypoot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butanyway,&lt;br /&gt;friday! rc vid award interviews i think?&lt;br /&gt;hope we get thru yepps -crosses fingers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightys, off to mug for chinese zidu.&lt;br /&gt;oh and reply reneegoh's letter(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114043151579223747?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114043151579223747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114043151579223747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114043151579223747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114043151579223747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/02/omgomgomg-today-is-like-one-of-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114034254453723423</id><published>2006-02-19T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:58.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ehehe(:&lt;br /&gt;ok im like free now so i shall blogg&lt;br /&gt;finished studying.&lt;br /&gt;did 4 physics papers.&lt;br /&gt;short ones la.&lt;br /&gt;on general wave properties and sound stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;yepp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. ok woke up today at like 845, and i reached up my hand to my head to push back my hair and i was like SHORT HAIR! (: hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! so i rushed ard, getting ready and i realised that i hv no longer any need for my hairbands/scruchies, instead i need to buy hairpins and hairbands.&lt;br /&gt;haha anyone wanna go shopping with me?(: hehe(:&lt;br /&gt;uhuh, so pulled on old jeans and top and went downstairs. short hair is damn convinient pls! dun need to comb, just run fingers thru and i'm DONE(:&lt;br /&gt;wahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway, met ser in church.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH she got an unber big shock can! (: WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;hahah it was so funnnnnnny.&lt;br /&gt;she said i look like denise keller and when i asked her if that's a good thing, she just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;): what's that supposed to mean sillly poot.&lt;br /&gt;hahah but in general everyone said i looked better with short hair.&lt;br /&gt;except jamie the evil one who said i look like a pumpkin. ); bwaghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha elissa said she almost didn't know who was the person standing next to ser.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA new look(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! cell was good la, as usual right? (:&lt;br /&gt;beign suaned by jaime about my hankypanky.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa like ?! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;even smallmel&amp;elissa joined in the suanning pls!&lt;br /&gt;):hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh, sharing then we went downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;hahah jaime and smallmel terrified char and faith with horrid obs stories of being attacked by wild boars and sandflies(: HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;terrible man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp then went for lunch at sentosa,&lt;br /&gt;yummy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camehome, did my horrid studying.&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah i might be changing hp number soon.&lt;br /&gt;yepps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha i'm like changing everything! (:&lt;br /&gt;cool right?&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeahs, gna watch catch me if you can ltr.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupps talking to renee now(:&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 you mummy&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;renee wants to take pic with me tmr(:&lt;br /&gt;so i shld hv a pic of me in my new hairstyle(:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;renee also cut her hair, but not as drastic la.&lt;br /&gt;great minds think alike! :D&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightys.&lt;br /&gt;tasss.&lt;br /&gt;*hopefully pic upload tmr*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114034254453723423?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114034254453723423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114034254453723423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114034254453723423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114034254453723423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/02/ehehe-ok-im-like-free-now-so-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114025924416104015</id><published>2006-02-18T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:58.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hohum&lt;br /&gt;guess what&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE SHORT HAIR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funkayyae funkayyae right?&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been considering it for a while la&lt;br /&gt;and in the end i was like impulsively aiyar cut la!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so my mum brought me down to palais and got it cut(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time in my entire life to have a diff haristyle&lt;br /&gt;its a pretty drastic change cos its like rather short now&lt;br /&gt;but hey its cooler and lighter and hmm. i think i look alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... tada! (:&lt;br /&gt;fuakkaye funakkaye(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall surprise everyone on monday&lt;br /&gt;oh and my cell members tmr(:&lt;br /&gt;wahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;today was like. nth much la&lt;br /&gt;went out with my parents, shopped ard with my mum&lt;br /&gt;then i ent for tuition&lt;br /&gt;then after tuition told my mum i wanted to cut hair&lt;br /&gt;so she brought me down&lt;br /&gt;and in a huge leap of faith i just told the stylist i wanted to cut short hair, cannot tie up&lt;br /&gt;and he just cut whatever he wanted&lt;br /&gt;and the end result is pretty ok la&lt;br /&gt;so yepp(:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first it was pretty unnerving to see my hair being cut off&lt;br /&gt;it was ALOT of hair&lt;br /&gt;but hmm its ok (:&lt;br /&gt;the stylist says i look younger now&lt;br /&gt;and ermmmm i think i look like 4?&lt;br /&gt;haaha(: ohwells. -pulls baby face-&lt;br /&gt;at least now i act my age.&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;-duckie quacks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh&lt;br /&gt;i'm like completely obsessed with my new hairstyle(:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla i shall do what i've been itching to do the whole day: play my guit!&lt;br /&gt;-twang-&lt;br /&gt;haha byebyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22430131-114025924416104015?l=soundout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/feeds/114025924416104015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22430131&amp;postID=114025924416104015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114025924416104015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22430131/posts/default/114025924416104015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundout.blogspot.com/2006/02/hohum-guess-what-i-have-short-hair-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</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-22430131.post-114018381279633925</id><published>2006-02-17T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:23:58.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;ok blog.&lt;br /&gt;today was an up&amp;down day.&lt;br /&gt;full of ((: &amp;amp; )): and /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;first, in the morning, i was walking into school and was abit drowsy and even when i'm wide awake i have trouble registering people so in the morning i was like -blur-&lt;br /&gt;and then renee goh very very very nicely jumped infrnt of me and went BOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;and i totally didn't see her so i was like AHHHHHH! OMGOMGOMG!&lt;br /&gt;hehe. (: reneegoh you silly ass i love you anyway even though you took like 5 years off my life away. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, she went with me to my class, put down bag, then we walked to the amphi and sat there and talked(:&lt;br /&gt;then after 10 mins i suddenly went OMG! cos i realised hil and yan were sitting right across us and i didn't even realise&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;sorry yan&amp;hil. my amazing powers of blurrness&lt;br /&gt;yan was like: we were staring at you for so long waiting for you to see us&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, asked fuzzy how the class movie went&lt;br /&gt;and this is our extremely hilarious and *explicit* convo:&lt;br /&gt;fuzzy: well it was fun cos we had the cinema all to ourselves except for one couple so we clapped and cheered at 
