<?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-19477100</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:14:50.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my.bittersweet.life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114788059300946848</id><published>2006-05-17T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:43:13.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 134th and last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;blogs are nuisances. because people tend to reveal too much. so. yes, i'm gonna stop blogging. but i'm gonna keep this here for old time's sake. besides, i like my older posts, which were filled with boredom. i guess i'll go back to diary-ing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so people, dont bother ever visiting my blog ever again, i'm not gonna post anything up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and happy birthday xuan and derek. sorry, no caps this time. seriously not in the mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to all my loyal blog fans (if i have any to start with) i'm sorry, but i think not having a blog is much better. there are plenty of better blogs out there anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sayonara everyone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yes, dont bother tagging. because tags would cause problems too. thanks for tagging in the past anyway, really appreciate all the support.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114788059300946848?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114788059300946848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114788059300946848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114788059300946848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114788059300946848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-134th-and-last-post.html' title='my 134th and last post'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114778728725513924</id><published>2006-05-16T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:48:07.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesdayyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;guess what. my mom read my blog. read that post. oh well, i guess it would happen. i've nothing against my mom reading my blog. i mean, ya. but it still feels a little weird. guess she felt something wasnt right, so, yea my blog. well, moms are weird, in a really respectable way. they're freaky, as in they know exactly what's going on in your mind. well, that's for my mom. even if we do not say anything, dont do anything, she'll know something's going on! even on the phone! she'll just ask randomly, is everything okay when everything isnt okay. i mean moms know EXACTLY what's going on through your mind. it's like they can read your mind! take yesterday for example. i came back, trying to put on a straight face. i mean obviously things werent going right. but i didnt wanna be bombarded with questions. but she still asked what was wrong. and i just used the excuse that i was thinking what to do next. i dont think she bought it. but oh well, i managed to escape. i dont know, i just.. ehh. i really really dont know how to put it into words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today was okay. though i aint exactly having the time of my life right now, it was okay. i guess. it was just pretty boring cuz it was mass revision. then after school, there wasnt much to do. i mean now that there isnt homework, i feel kinda lost. that's how pathetic my life is. i feel lost without homework. so i went home, and slacked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;alright, i dont feel like blogging now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh yes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY MUIMUI!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm really glad you like the gift. it makes the whole trip to get your gift worthwhile. =) may all your dreams come true and God bless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114778728725513924?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114778728725513924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114778728725513924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114778728725513924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114778728725513924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/05/tuesdayyyy.html' title='tuesdayyyy'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114769255724326281</id><published>2006-05-15T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T19:33:22.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay. exam's over. wee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;okay. exams are over. i did have fun today. so thanks mui, aishu and junqiang. the pastamania-ing, the movie-ing, the spastic-ing, the way home-ing. yea. thanks a lot. if not for you guys, i'ld have probably been alone. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i learnt a very important lesson today. one that i've learnt before, but seemed to have forgotten. and now, i learn again. but i guess it's a little too late huh. i wont mention names here, nor would i push the blame to anyone. i have no one to blame but myself. why was i so naive? so gullible. to think i could actually find someone to talk to. seriously, when i first told you that, i felt like "hey! finally, someone i can tell what i never dared tell anyone before!" and you didnt even make me feel bad or laugh at me when i told you that horrible truth about myself the horrible truth that i darent tell anyone, that i have never dared tell anyone in my entire life. well, it isnt really a horrible truth. i wouldnt wanna give to much info here. horrible truth's just the best word i can think of right now. anyway, back to the point. i dont care if you did tell anyone else, or whatever excuse or reason, if you'ld like to call it that way, you give. i dont want to know either. like i said, i'm not gonna push the blame. i've only me, myself and i to blame. why did i have to go around blabbering? why couldnt i just shut up? havent i already learnt that lesson? that shutting up is better most of the time? well, obviously i forgot. and i'll make sure i never forget that ever again. i'm gonna shut myself up. i'm not gonna tell anything to anyone. i will not trust anyone. sure, i'll have friends. but i wont tell them anything close to my heart. i wont tell them anything risky. i'll just keep everything to myself. and i mean everything. who cares if people think i'm an introvert. does it matter? at least i wont have such shitty problems coming up. not that shitty problems are coming up. but they will. it's just a matter of time. why was i sooo stupid? what made me think that a secret could stop at a person? c'mon. gosh i'm so dumb! yes people, wanna say i'm stupid? i'm dumb? go ahead. now's a very nice time to say i'm dumb. cause i am. i really am. goshhhhh. i cant believe it. you know what? i really need that time machine now. i wanna turn back time. i wanna turn myself into a person that wouldnt say anything. a person that can survive shutting up. seriously! if i didnt say anything from the start. none of this would have happened. but NOOOOO!!! i just had to talk so much about myself. yes. i got myself into this pithole. i just couldnt shut my trap, could i. and thank you to that particular person. i'm not trying to be sarcastic here. i'm not. if not for this wake up call, who knows what else i'ld have said, and get myself into deeper shit. what's the worst part? i cant bear to not talk to you. i'm not angry at you. i dont hate you. i really dont. i'm just very, VERY, confused now. as if i wasnt confused enough before. argh. yes, i'm frustrated. i'm frustrated at myself. i'm angry at myself. not anyone else, but myself. maybe i aint that angry at flustered by such stuff, as i was before, because i'm numb to it already. but little missy here just wouldnt learn her lesson. she just didnt wanna learn her lesson. little missy is me by the way. why didnt i listen to those around me? i guess it's true when they say you're already lucky if you have one close friend. cuz some might never find them at all. tsktsk. and of all days for this to come, it has to come right when the exams ended. i have so many things on my mind. but i dont know how to put them to words. way to celebrate the end of exams huh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so you people think you have problems? c'mon. suck it up. everyone's got problems. arent i sucking my problem up too? you cant expect life to be smooth-sailing. if it was, you'll never appreciate the happy part of your life. soooo. i'll just wait, and wait, and wait, for this tormenting period of my life to go to past. and hopefully, the fun part will come soon after. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;to all those people out there having a better time than i am right now? enjoy it while you can. heh. and cheerios. exams are over. wee. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114761038531020735</id><published>2006-05-14T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:39:45.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday shmunday le hunday! o.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;today's mother's day! yupp. so to all the mothers out there.. HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;alright. today was okay. i managed to stay up during the sermon, and NOT feel restless. that's a pretty good improvement if you asked me. and lunch wasnt so bad. joyce jie and gracie were with me, and we went home together later. so i didnt feel so aimless in church. thanks girls! :) so after lunch at church, we went home, and i came online. and my loooong lost friend, derek, talked to me. lols. it's been such a long time since we last talked. okay, let's see, i knew him through my friend's brother's friend's friend's friend. lols! okay, some of ya'll might say this isnt safe. but i'm very sure.. he's the only friend that i know this way. so yea, we talked, and i started talking about my hair. o.O" okay. and he wasnt that for it. but! i'm still gonna cut my hair anyway. it'll grow back. hopefully, quickly, if it isnt nice. oh well. so my afternoon was pretty okay. i mean i caught up with a friend i have not talked to in a long long long long long while. yupps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;so that was pretty much my day. alrighty, i better go now. my mom's nagging. i have not bathed yet. =XX. lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;good luck for the paper tomorrow you guys! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114761038531020735?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114761038531020735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114761038531020735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114761038531020735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114761038531020735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunday-shmunday-le-hunday-o.html' title='sunday shmunday le hunday! o.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114753148125894004</id><published>2006-05-13T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:44:42.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"as for me and my mouse, we will serve the Lord"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;the quote from the title is from the invited speaker last week. nono. he isnt quoting the bible wrongly. he just said in this modern era, instead of as for me and my household, they should add in mouse. he was addressing the problem about porn. anyway, if you dont get it it's okay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay. ltg today? wasnt as bad as i thought it would be. i mean we managed to spend 4 hours out! we walked and walked and talked and shopped, and took pictures. and who said girls where the weaker sex? i mean girls definitely walk more than guys. all that shopping does help. haha. so first, we met up, and ate some jap food that i have no idea what it's called. but it was verrrry filling. then, we started walking around ps (again... xDD) anyway, a skirt caught my eye. but i didnt wanna buy infront of them. i dont know why. haha. besides, i was still thinking if i should buy it. so anyway, we then proceeded to heeren. then we walked and walked. took neos. here they are...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/320/neos%20with%20ltg2%20-%2013thmay06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uhh. this was very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/320/neos%20with%20ltg3%20-%2013thmay06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh gosh i look horrible. but they look nice. heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/320/neos%20with%20ltg4%20-%2013thmay06.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yet another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/320/neos%20with%20ltg%20-%2013thmay06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yupp. spastic. i absolutely loove this picture. look at xiang yi!! bwahahahahah. she's the one in green btw. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then we carried on walking, and i saw a few tops that MIGHT be nice. i dont know. i din go pay attention. but at least i have a rough idea where to get clothes. i'm in dire need of clothings. argh. anyway. then after that, we still had an hour to kill, so we went on to cine. and there, we went to tcc and sat for another hour. well, i guess all of them arent that bad. oh yes, the people in the prints are my ltg. for all you know, i might feel happy in church again. i mean i hope so. but this group is just part of the rest. i mean the minority! there's still the majority. okay, i know this part is phrased pretty weirdly. but oh well. all the scanning has drained my brain. it takes alot of brains to scan pictures okay.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so after that, i really really decided to get that skirt. so gracie, my sis and i went back to ps. besides, we have to go there to go back home. WE ARE THE NEL-ERS!! okay, that was random. anyway, then we went back. and i got the skirt!!!!!!!! but it cost 40 bucks. it's a brown skirt. so really really really excited that i have one more piece of cloth to add to my very pathetic wardrobe, we carried on to the neoprint machine AGAIN! okay, let me explain myself. before i get accused of throwing money into machines. okay firstly, i've decided to chop off my hair! i mean it! i'm not gonna hesitate. i know i'm gonna look retarded and spastic. nono wait, MORE retarded and MORE spastic. so brace yourself people. take one last look at the sam that has long hair. it's gonna be gone! after the exams. i'm gonna find time to chop it all off. i just hope it wont turn out to bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;reason #1. i'm sick and tired of long hair. i mean it's so hard to wash. guys wouldnt understand. but seriously! it's so hard to wash, you have to use sooo much shampoo. and it takes soooo long to dry! so yes. i'm getting rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;reason #2. i wanna see how i look like with short hair. the last time i had short hair was like primary 4? or primary 1? i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;reason #3. i wanna spice up my sister's life. haha. yea, she wants to see me with short hair. so i'll do her a favour and myself a favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;reason #4. i wanna spice up my own life! yupps. i know insults are gonna get hurled at me. just like when i got contacts. refer to my previous previous previous previous previous previous previous post to see how i got tormented. and i'm gonna let history repeat itself. well it's kinda cool. i guess. anyway, it's an experience. hair will grow back anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;reason #5. my hair is dead!!!!!! i mean the bottom. i have sooo many split ends. it's dry, and dead. and grass-like. when i let down my hair, i look like lion king. but then again, i still might look like lion king after i cut my hair. but oh well. i'll take the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so there you go. 5 reasons for me to cut my hair. so i wanted to take neos with my sister one last time. a lot of people say we look alike. so i wanna look like her for one last time. hah! i'm saying this as if my hair wont grow back. but it'll take a long time right? so yea, one last time. and people, blog fans who read this, please spare me the agony. i know i'm gonna look weird. alrighty, now for the neos we took!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm currently having some problems posting the pictures. but no worries, i'll post them up in the next post. so that was my day. alrighty, i better go. this is becoming a very very long post. lols.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;toodles ya'll. and good luck for physics paper 1!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114753148125894004?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114753148125894004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114753148125894004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114753148125894004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114753148125894004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-for-me-and-my-mouse-we-will-serve.html' title='&quot;as for me and my mouse, we will serve the Lord&quot;'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114749256629291254</id><published>2006-05-13T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T11:58:54.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!!!!! but exams are still on. =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm BACK!!!! i know i know, there's one more paper on monday. but it's physics 1! i mean i'm gonna fail physics anyway, besides, i've completed the physics tys mcq. if that's gonna help. and that's as far as it's gonna get. i'm not gonna do anything else for physics. i hate physics! i HATE IT! why did the appple drop on newton's head? why didnt it knock him unconscious and leave him with an IQ of.. erm.. of a baby! why?? why did it have to drop when he was under THAT tree, and he had to go, "OOHHH!! so THIS is GRAVITY!! ooh... cool. now i'm gonna create stupid laws, and make pathetic students study them and go crazy. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay enough of my nonsense. see, i just woke up. so, the brain isnt functioning well. so yupps. my papers so far? hmms. okok la. but i have to say. I SO SCREWED UP MY LITERATURE PAPER!!!!! WAHHHHHHHH!!!! *bangs head into the wall* i mean i couldnt understand the unseen poem!! HOW CAN I NOT UNDERSTAND THE UNSEEN POEM!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! well, when i read the poem the first time, nothing, NOTHING was in my head! it was completely blank. like a piece of paper. SO BLANK! that i started panicking, which didnt make things any better. cuz by the time i read the poem i only had half an hour left. and i couldnt understand it. and i kept looking at the clock. and the history students just had to make such a din when they left the class. and i panicked even more. -.-. and i'm pretty sure at the end of the paper, my brain turned to mush. yupps. so that was my horrible literature paper. hopefully i wont fail. =((. well, physics paper is doomed too. i mean like DURHH. the rest of the papers are fine. i hope. okok enough about exams. driving me crazy! i mean i've been studying studying studying all week for 3 weeks! i mean this is like the first saturday in 3 saturdays i'm actually sitting down on my bed, happily typing away on my laptop. if exams were still on, i'll probably be in mac studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;speaking of which, i think i've put on weight. i mean imagine. mac mac mac mac for 3 weeks! 3 WHOLE WEEKS! or was it 2? anyway, that's alot. and everytime i go there, i'll get a medium coke. that's like 10 spoons of sugar. maybe i'll just die of diabetes. or high blood pressure. but studying at mac isnt all that bad. yesterday, we had free apple pie! ok. here's what happened. you see, macdonalds has this fifa world cup thing going on. so the mac that we always go to, has staff from beatty. and i think they saw us there soooo often, they got sick of our faces. but that's not the point. they came over to us, and said if we answered a question about the world cup, we'd get apple pie/ sundae/ corn cup. so first, xuan answered where the fifa world cup in 2002 was held. well, being a soccer loon, i was totally blank. so yea. then next day asked cheryl may if korea was in the finals this year. well, she answered wrongly, so no apple pie for mui mui. and my turn! they asked me what colour was the jersy of netherland. o.O. i mean how should i know! whenever i watch soccer, i'll just 'support' whichever team that's wearing red. heh. yea, i watch soccer. watched, rather. cuz during that world cup period, my dad hogged the tv. so i had no choice but to watch it as well. but it was pretty fun, i'll have to admit. though most of the time i dont know what's happening. yupps. oh yes, back to the question. then tecklai, some soccer player from our school, who is also working there, mouthed to me orange. and the guy asking the question, also an ex-beattyian, kept looking at my jacket which was orange. so yea, i said orange and i had an apple pie. so xuan and i, being nice people as we are, shared our apple pie with mui. so yesterday's mac experience was pretty interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so the youth ministry in my church changed things a little recently. instead of having youth services EVERY week in the month, we have service on the first week, and 2nd and 3rd week, we go out in our life-transformation group (ltg) and on the 4th week, we have outing! at least i think that's how it goes. today's is the first time i'm going out with my ltg. so yea, hopefully things wont go too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now, onto more pressing matters. my very VERY empty wallet. as you guys know, i've been going to mac EVERDAY! which explains the empty wallet. and xuan's and mui's birthday are sooo close together! just one day apart! 16th and 17th. sheesh! so yea, the empty-er wallet. sighh. and it's after exams! that's SUCH a bad time to have an empty wallet. i mean seriously. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;toodles loyal blog fans! haha! i'm sure you guys missed me loads. but i'm back!!!! xDD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry, i just like to pretend my blog is read by thousands. *_*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114749256629291254?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114749256629291254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114749256629291254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114749256629291254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114749256629291254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back-but-exams-are-still-on.html' title='i&apos;m back!!!!! but exams are still on. =('/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114692976359678503</id><published>2006-05-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:36:40.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update on the mid-years: 6 down, 8 to go. BOO HOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;can someone please PLEASE get me a time machine. i want it to be 16th may. NOW! well, not because it's mui's birthday. because mid years end then. OR! i could rewind, and go back in time to when i was in nursery or kindergarten. where i couldnt care less what was around me. when my world revolved around play time and nappy time. when i didnt know so much. as they say, ignorance is bliss. alright, i shall be less melancholic here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i told myself i wouldnt, WOULD NOT, blog. i wouldnt come online. but what can i do? the laptop was screaming for me. i could here it calling out to me. besides, it's so hard to study for chemistry and e math. i mean chemistry is chemistry. and e math, is like a math. or maybe i'm just giving myself excuses. but! a girl has to rest. so yupp. i'm online. so anyway, the past week has been exam, study, exam, study all day long! okay, i admit, while we're at mac, we still talk. i mean we cant just study non-stop right. maybe i've put on weight. but i'll go broke at this rate. i better learn how to save money. &gt;.&lt;""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today's cellgroup was pretty okay. the worship was pretty dull if you asked me. i mean they shouldnt have put all the new songs together. then we wouldnt know how to sing it. so yea, i pretty much kept quiet for half of the worship. and i so didnt know that i was suppose to play today! i didnt check the duty roster. &gt;.&lt;"" i didnt expect myself to be on duty today since i was suppose to be on duty last week. oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alrighty. i'm brain dead now. this is what study does to you. it turns your brain to mush. lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles. and niteynites ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114692976359678503?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114692976359678503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114692976359678503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114692976359678503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114692976359678503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/05/update-on-mid-years-6-down-8-to-go-boo.html' title='update on the mid-years: 6 down, 8 to go. BOO HOO!!'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114645212590802486</id><published>2006-05-01T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:55:25.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sammie is back. why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;i just sent my maid off. though i didnt really like her from the start, i kinda miss her. i was really hostile to her when she first came, only this year did i not show so much resentment. i dont know why i didnt like her. but now that she's left, it's like someone missing. i mean, she's been around 24/7 for two years! but anyway, i wish her all the best in Canada. she's sooo lucky. CANADA!! unlike boring singapore. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;anyway, i'm back for awhile. i really really really cant resist the computer. bad sam, BAD! heh. the chinese paper went pretty well. i felt that paper 2 was pretty easy. as in i understood the passage AND questions. but those better at chinese felt it was difficult. o.O" so... maybe i misunderstood it. but whatever it is, i hope i dont fail to badly. heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;i've been working on a math for the pass few days. and i can safely say that a math is pure torture! PURE TORTURE i tell you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;there has been more and more contradictions these days. more situations that put me in a difficult spot. situations that redefine the whole meaning of dilemma. oh gosh. sometimes i wish i wasnt so indecisive. it's like being torned apart. &gt;.&lt;" i shant reveal to much here, where the whole world can see it. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;alrighty, i'll stop here. all the best, to all, for your mid years!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114645212590802486?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114645212590802486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114645212590802486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114645212590802486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114645212590802486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/05/sammie-is-back-why.html' title='sammie is back. why?'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114578195512262787</id><published>2006-04-23T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T16:45:55.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheesecake land = sammie's utopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;alrighty back. i emphasize again. i'm here cuz of cme project. right now, i dont really have much to do, so i'll blog. and this will be my LAST time, before the exams and during the exams. i have not started my revision one bit! i'm soo dead. well, i will pass, but my report card will be scarred. very very disfigured. boo hoo hoo. no more nice grades. =((((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;can you believe it? it was just like yesterday we started sec 3. and now, it's the mid years! oh gosh. time really flies as you get older. sec 3 life is so hectic. i mean i cant even remember when was the last time i actually felt bored! i mean in school, you rush rush rush, you come home, rush rush rush. everywhere, rush rush rush. there's barely time for anything else but studies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, back to me. i woke up late AGAIN. oh gosh. this is a really bad habit. anyway, there was cheesecake for breakfast!! YUMMIES!! then, erm. church. and that was pretty much my day. what a short day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;yupp. come to think of it, there's nothing much for me to blog about. oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;goodluck to all for the coming mid-years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114578195512262787?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114578195512262787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114578195512262787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114578195512262787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114578195512262787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/cheesecake-land-sammies-utopia.html' title='cheesecake land = sammie&apos;s utopia'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114562798962419633</id><published>2006-04-21T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:59:55.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wild goose chase. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'll make a quick post since i'm suppose to do my cme project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alright. today, school ended early because there's gonna be our annual awards ceremony. so aish, widya and i left after school to mac. i wanted mac breakfast. i mean it has been soooo long since i've eaten mac breakfast. but that place was sooooooooo packed. so we just sat inside, ate doritos and chatted, oh yea, we saw issie and kriff there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;then, after that, aish and i left for j8. well, the initial plan was to go home first, get money, change and go out again. yes, i didnt have money with me. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so anyway, aish and i met up again at 3. i couldnt find anything to wear, so i just went out with my usual gior tee and three quarters, with my purse in my hand. okay, i admit, i looked like an aunty. ah ma to be exact. and i was praying and hoping that i wouldnt see any beattyian on my way. but, tough luck, i ran into shixiong, fadhil, and some other unknown people. lols. anyway, aish wanted to introduce some kayaking arcade game to me. but sadly, the arcade at united square was.... was... GONE! sobsob. i wasted trip. well, not entirely, we were practically talking the whole way. oh yes, did you know that an average woman/girl speaks 30,000 words a day, while an average man/boy speaks 5000 words a day. so yupp that's the ratio. get the idea of how much a girl can talk? heh. sooooo. aish and i decided to go to cine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and guess what? the funniest thing happened there. okay, we were at the lift lobby. and okay, as you all know, cine's lift lobby has tvs. well, showing trailers of the new movies. so i was so engrossed in watching that little trailer thingy, that i didnt even realise that the lift came. is that a proper way to say that? anyway, you guys get it. then suddenly, i felt like no one was standing behind me. so i turned around. to my horror, AISH WAS GONE!!! I WAS LOSTTTTTTTT!!! "what?!?!?! is this some sick prank aish is playing on me? oh no!! i cant call her! my phone AND my purse is with her!! AHHHH" i managed to keep my cool though, but i probably looked like helpless moron looking around for her friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay, aish didnt play a prank on me, she herself was probably as embarrassed as i was. okay, here's what happened over at her side. she got into the lift with someone who LOOKED like me. so she started talking a little to that girl, and to her absolute horror (as well) she realised it wasnt me! so she called me. and blur blur aishu, forgot my phone was with her. heh! so yep. i went up all the way to the fourth floor to look for her, thinking that maybe she went up to the arcade. and well, i think we were having some wild goose chase. but it was pretty hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so.. at the arcade, we threw money into the machines like it was paper. heh. i'm SOOOOO broke now. lols. but it was so fun! i beat aish at daytona!! HAH! but i so suck at that game. what's it called? pucker? heh. i'm not too sure. yea, but aish totally thrashed me. but i love that game. though i suck at it. heh. then later, aish bought popcorn, and we sat and ate and ate and ate. yupp. so that was my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh yes! and the most horrifying thing happened. MY TV'S SPOILT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *breaks down, wails, throws temper, sniffles* heh. yupp, my dad just came in and told me this heart-breaking news. tv is my life! i mean i'm such a couch potato! my dad better get a replacement quick! i need my dosages of tv!! NOW! I WANT TV I WANT TV I WANT TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alrighty, not such a quck post. it's already 10. drats! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114562798962419633?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114562798962419633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114562798962419633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114562798962419633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114562798962419633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/wild-goose-chase.html' title='the wild goose chase. :)'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114554049852762718</id><published>2006-04-20T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:41:38.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's just leave this untitled. hey wait! this IS a title. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i just blogged at another blog. you guys wont know what it issss. heh. anyway, i kinda drained out all my blogging powers there. -.- but for the sake of you blog fans, i shall blog anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;past few days have been pretty hectic for me. so i wasnt able to go online. well, i've been rushing up and down the art room trying to finish and salvage the horrible sculpture. and finally, it was finished today. i'm not sure if ms tan managed to submit it on time. if she didnt, then all our efforts would have gone to waste. but still, i think that sculpture's horrible. lols. but, experienced gain. i wouldnt say it's a total lost. but more of lost than gain. oh no, i'm uttering nonsence. if you guys understood what i just typed above. congratulations. you know what's going on in my mind. heh. anyway, for the past 3 weeks, i've been sleeping very little. 6 hours everyday, it really isnt enough. and the exams are coming! more reasons to get stressed. thankfully, i didnt have piano lesson this week. my teacher's all the way in Japan. how lucky. the furthest i ever went was hong kong. and that was in sec 1. my first time sitting a plane. yupps. i can still remember how moronically excited i was when i boarded the plane. those adults were probabaly thinking i was some looney spastic kid on the loose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;anyway, back to my oh-so hectic 3 week life, i didnt eat proper lunch, cuz i had to either rush for training or sculpture thingy. today, i didnt even have time to eat lunch, we rushed to the art room as soon as possible, cuz the pictures had to be submitted by 5. and the place is at buona vista! AHH. yupps. and for tuesday and wednesday, we left the school at 7 and 7.15 respectively. i mean by the time i reached my house busstop, it was dark. VERY dark. and the worst part isnt that the bus stop is right in front of the ex-cemetry. it's the fact that there were construction workers streaming out of that construction site near my house. it's times like this when i wish that i had someone staying near me. PEOPLE!! GO BUY THAT HOUSE NEAR MY HOUSE! okay, another sentence that doesnt make sense. it's called blossom@woodleigh if i'm not wrong. but anyway, i hope some beattyian buys a unit in that condo. haha. i'm day dreaming again. and it's because of this sculpture that my mom thinks i have poor time management. oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and i just embarrassed myself so badly infront of my sister's tutor. oh gosh. i read something on the net, and it was pretty funny, so i kinda laughed out loud, and forgot that my sister's tutor was in the room. oh gosh, and all i could do is sink my head into my neck. heh. oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hopefully this will be my last blog post until the mid-years are over. i have to start mugging big time. i dont get a single thing about amath and physics. oh golly. wish me luck! i hope they dont scar my report card. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;alrighty, i'll end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114554049852762718?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114554049852762718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114554049852762718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114554049852762718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114554049852762718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-just-leave-this-untitled-hey-wait.html' title='let&apos;s just leave this untitled. hey wait! this IS a title. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114517780147005273</id><published>2006-04-16T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:56:41.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>storytime!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;just a story i came across. well, actually gracie sent it to me. i thought i'ld put it up. so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is a very beautiful message worth passing on to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;God is faithful. Let's be faithful too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               One day I decided to quit.  I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality.  I wanted to quit my life.  I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               "God", I said.  "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               His answer surprised me.  "Look around", He said.  "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               "Yes", I replied.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               "When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.  I gave them light.  I gave them water.  The fern quickly grew from the Earth.  Its brilliant green covered the floor,  yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.  But I did not quit on the bamboo.  In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.  And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.  But I did not quit on the bamboo." He said. "In year three there was stillnothing from the bamboo seed.  But I would not quit.  In year four, again,there was nothing from the bamboo seed.  I would not quit." He said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.  Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant.  But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.  It had spent the five years growing roots.  Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;."  He said to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been &lt;em&gt;growing roots&lt;/em&gt;?  I would not quit on the bamboo.&lt;strong&gt; I will never quit on you.  Don't compare yourself to others&lt;/strong&gt;." He said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern.  Yet they both make the forest beautiful.  Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               "How high should I rise?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               "How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               "As high as it can?" I questioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               "Yes." He said, "&lt;em&gt;Give me glory by rising as high as you can&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;               I left the forest and brought back this story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you. &lt;strong&gt;He will never give up on you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114517780147005273?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114517780147005273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114517780147005273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114517780147005273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114517780147005273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/storytime.html' title='storytime!!!!'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114517404563811730</id><published>2006-04-16T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:54:06.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my horrible sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sundays arent meant to be horrible. i mean, sundays are suppose to be joyful and nice days. and today's easter sunday! it should be happier. but NOOOOOOOO. i had a horrid time in church. frankly, i was so tempted to go to shixiong's church la. he asked me yesterday, but i said no, cuz i had tonnes of homework to do. then just now, in the afternoon, when i was feeling soooo horrible and bored, weijie asked me to go. weijie is a friend i made there. but i &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;said no. cuz i &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;have tonnes of homework to do. ahh, screw homework. &gt;P.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i jumped out of bed at 8.30. not because i was excited to go to church, because i was late. &gt;.&lt; i only had 15 minutes to prepare. and i had to dress a little more formally as i'm the usher for today's service. so i couldnt just put on a pair of jeans and a shirt. so anyway, i wasnt THAT late. just 10 minutes into the prayer meeting. heh. do you know how hard it is to put on a smile when you're having cramps? for my male blog fans, it is very hard. lols.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt so terrible before, seriously.(it has nothing to do with the cramps. cramps are innocent this time.) anyway, i was stoning in church, after service, waiting for aish to reply. boohoohoo. she has tuition today. i wanted to ask her out. i just needed to talk to someone. talk about what? i dont know really. just someone to talk to. it's far better than sitting in church that's filled with people who dont even care about your existance. but yea, she had tuition. grace had to celebrate her grandmama's birthday. so she din stay behind after service. so i was left alone. so i was thinking whether i should study in church, or go somewhere else like mac to study, or go home and study. so i decided to go to macs. oh yea, someone asked me why i dont like to smile. dude.... you have no idea how much i like to smile. just that church doesnt really make me smile. i mean if i actually enjoyed myself, i would smile. i mean duhh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i decided to go to potong mac to do my homework. oh yes, it is official. i am an introvert. &gt;.&lt; so.. i left church, feeling so desolated. i'ld like to thank my sister and the creator of iPod. thanks to iPod, i wasnt that lonely. lols. and my sister, who lent me her mp3. on my way out, she was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"where're you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"uhhmm. anywhere i guess, if i cant find a place, home i guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"you're gonna walk round singapore by yourself??!?!" (gives looks of disbelief)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"uhhh.............."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then dion, the guy my sister was talking to, said:&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"ask her to join us laa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and well, i rejected the offer. okay, by now most of ya'll would be thinking that i'm alone mainly because i isolate myself and dont give people a chance. well, this applies for church only i guess, if you lifeliners even bother to read my blog. so anyway, why i din wanna go out with my sister and all was because, well, i guess they're, or rather dion and my sister, are asking me out of sympathy. call me a paranoid and a pessimist if you would, but that's how i really felt. and i wouldnt be surprised if it is true. and secondly, i've been getting this impression that people (in church that is) are thinking that all i can do is cling onto and tag along with my sis. either she has been telling people that, or they saw for themselves. but wait, who else can i go to? i mean other than grace and my sister? those people in church are not more than acquaintances to me. i mean though i've known them for 3,4 years, we were never close. and when they open their mouths, all i hear is mockery. well, they see it as jokes. but i dont.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i walked out of church, feeling more alone than ever. anyway, enough about me and my turbulent emotions. i went to potong mac, and didnt feel like studying, so i just bought mcflurry and walked home. and yes, i would like to thank the creator and the inventor and the genius who created and invented MCFLURRY!!!!!!!!! that person should have the same IQ as the person who created and invented chocolates. heh. so i savoured MY mcflurry and walked home. mcflurry definitely cheered me up a whole lot. of course i bought it for myself. at times, you have to treat yourself though you are very very very broke. =(. it's funny how i'm still crazy over mcflurry all these years. i guess it's just like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i got so frustrated doing amath yesterday, i gave up and went to bed. oh how i hate A. math. i dont get a single thing! maybe it's because i've been sleeping in class. who am i kidding? OF COURSE it's because i've been sleeping in class. but i just cant help it. i mean i only have 6 hours of sleep. and amath is always before recess. and i have no food, so i'll be sleepy. aww mann. i have to buck up. and physics too. but physics is mainly because of the teacher. i mean i'm not the only one who doesnt get what he's teaching. and that trainee, i have to say, is sooo lousy! i mean he explained something in 30 minutes, that aish explained to me in 2 minutes. get the picture? he isnt fit to be a teacher. well, at least for now. maybe under more years of training and experience, he'll be better. xDD. lols.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk. mid-years in 2 weeks! yikes! time flies. really. i mean the day itself passes really slowly. but before you know it, it's the weekend. then, weekday. then the next month. and the next. and the next. and then, the june holidays, the december holidays. and i turn 15. and POOF! you're in year 2007!! wow. lols. i mean time just flies. it's like i just took these brand new subjects that i've never taken before, like a math. and in less than a month, i'll be sitting for that exam! AHHHHHH. it's gonna be very very hectic and stressful these few weeks i guess.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i just remembered something my pastor said. for those of ya'll who have read The DaVinci Code, and actually believe what it has said, this is for you. the author, Dan Brown, has admitted that the book is fraud and is purely fictional. so yes, those of you who are confused as to why it contradicts with the bible, it's because it's fiction. and for those of you who have heard about the gospel of Judas, dont be alarm. the gospel of Judas was written by one of the early cult groups. so yup yup. no worries. but that brings me to my next point. dont these remind you of false teachings and false prophets? or they really are. dont tell me end days are REALLY coming. i dont want it to come yet! i mean i'm still young!!!! i have not experienced so many of life experiences! i want to at least tour the world once, have a child, (hey! child labour is a very good experience, i mean guys do not have that privilege. lols.)experience moodswings when i'm having menopause (lols!), experience an earthquake(and not die!), see a volcano erupt, bungee jump, go scuba diving (or snorkling), sit on a plane for more than 24hrs (wait, that is part of the world tour part), get admitted into hospital, and stay there for at least 2 days, put on a cast, go for a surgery, get knocked down by a car and not die, and so many more!!!!!! lols. i'm side tracking a little too much. heh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, that's enough for one post. lols.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114517404563811730?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114517404563811730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114517404563811730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114517404563811730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114517404563811730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-horrible-sunday.html' title='my horrible sunday'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114508548564195117</id><published>2006-04-15T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T15:18:05.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter God. Encounter God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, that was the name of the camp. to be frank, nothing of that sort happened. well, to me. i went there because ivan ge would be touching on tongues. but anyways, i will still blog about what happened. although i dont think many of you would be interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so anyway, we reached late. we, my sister and i, were suppose to meet the rest of them at 8pm. but we were gonna be late, so we told them to leave first. so when we boarded the bus to the chalet from pasir ris interchange, we called them to ask where do we stop. we expected specific directions, like how does the place look like, or say maybe around how many busstops from the interchange? but guess what did they say? "guess la.." i mean hellooooo?! how do we guess a busstop? besides all the bungalows look the same. but anyway, we managed to find it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so we unpacked, lazed around, watched tv, and clean salted eggs. lols. there were SO many salted eggs. well, for easter sunday. why salted eggs? i heard, it's cheaper. anyway, we spent a whooping 45 minutes cleaning that black stuff from the salted egg. i wonder what is that. anyway, then the overnight prayer meeting started.well, it wasnt much of a prayer meeting, we prayed only at the last part. i'm not complaining though. praying for a whole two hours would be crazy, especially in the middle of the night! so anyway, after that thingy ended, i was so tired. totally shacked. i bathed, and slept with my hair wet. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then it was morning devotion. at 7! well, it's at 8, but you still have to wash up and all that. so anyway, 5 hours is so not enough!! especially when i've been having 6 hours of sleep for 2 weeks TWO WHOLE WEEKS! oh gosh. i'm in dire need of sleeeeeep. but i cant sleep now either. i have tonnes of homework awaiting me. i can hear them calling me from the living room. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ookay. i just sidetracked so much. after morning devotion, was breakfast, then some talk by ivan ge. anyway, after the talk, i approached him. i was very very very very confused about the whole tongues thing. and well, he pretty much cleared all my doubts. and he added on that if i wanted to change churches, go ahead. i guess my sister told him. else how would he know? he said that if i felt comfortable in another church, and i would grow there, then go. or at least visit all the mega churches, and some small churches. well, that was really unexpected. so anyway, then it was lunch, then the baptism service, and bbq. to be honest, i didnt really enjoy the bbq, the food was raw, i barely g muchot to eat, everyone left to cycle, leaving me pretty much alone. yupps. but anyway, while i was deserted and all alone, i wasnt that alone. heh. anyway, this 8 year old girl came to talk to me. well, actually, i started the conversation. i was so shocked when she started talking. she spoke so fluently. she's only 8! and i was even more shocked when she said she was from taiwan! not that i look down on people from taiwan. is just that i expected her to be more of the chinesey type. but she was sooo cute!! she started talking and talking, and i didnt understand what she was trying to say, i mean i understood what she said, but i just didnt get why she was telling me all those. so i just smiled. lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh ya! while waiting for the fire to start, a few of us went to pasir ris park. maybe that's why i didnt get to eat. anyway, we started doodling all over the shore. then we went to the swing! I LOVE THE SWING! although i still have not mastered the skill of swinging after all these years, i still had alot of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then after the bbq, we had this underground church thingy. it's a game, that you experience how underground church is like. well, you see, in china, people arent exactly allowed to have a religion. so these christians, have to be all sneaky when they go to church. poor things. i was half asleep as well. lols. then after that, was sleeping timee!! and yes, i slept with wet hair again. which explains the really bad hair day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyway, at the debrief, my youth pastor started talking about youths who grew up in church. he said that, he didnt wanna take care of these youth initially. why? because they have parents in church. so if he scolded them, or say anything, their parents would ask him about those stuff. and he also said we are the harder ones to take care of. but helloooo? is that our fault? is it our fault that we're even born in church? i'm not complaining though. i think i'm fortunate i'm borned into a christian family. but he says these are the ones that usually dont turn up for events or activities. but it's exactly because our parents are in church, they restrict us. as in when they find that that event isnt beneficial, or we have more important stuff, they wouldnt let us go. now is it fair to judge us just like that? and i think this is exactly why the youth leaders are paying more attention to the new believers. there's nothing wrong with that. but what about us? in my church, the sunday school is useless. i can safely say i didnt learn anything in sunday school, all my life. ok, sure, we learn stuff like, dont lie, dont steal. all the commandments, the gospels. the stories in the bible. but not anything more indept. so if you ask me, i dont think we know much either. and these people just go around assuming that we're fine on our own. well tell you what, we arent. well, at least for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh yes, and amazingly, they realise they have been neglecting us. and the new comers as well. i did make an effort to talk to the little girls. well, the youth pastor was asking why we were more comfortable with the young adults (another ministry) then with them. well, actually more of my sister. but personally, i do prefer the young adults. well, i'm not really sure. i go to church feeling very indifferent. but they do have a very warm feeling there. and why we're more comfortable there? i mean duhhhhhhh. the youth are so cold, they just live in their own little cliques. so though we grew up in that church, we still are left out. that's another point my youth pastor pointed out. i mean, how do they expect us to just budge in like that. i'm a paranoid and a pessimist. well, maybe they dont even like to mix with us. then wouldnt it be rude just to budge in? tsktsk. so after he said that, they started being all friendly. look, if it's genuine, i appreciate it. but if you're just doing it just because you feel that it's an obligation, then i rather you not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyway, after that, we went out for lunch, and my sis and i made our way home. M&amp;amp;M's great. the bus ride home was nice, it was just sis, me, and chocolates! heh. chocolate has to be the greatest invention man can ever think of. lols! i dont understand how can people not like chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh yes, i'm a very lucky girl. that thing that comes once in a month.. yup. it came right after the chalet. heh! alright. too much information. lols. it has been such a long time since i typed out such a loong post. i think this took more than an hour, well, because i'm watching tv as well. lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ehh. umm. maybe i should eat something. i'm hungry again. &gt;.&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114508548564195117?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114508548564195117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114508548564195117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114508548564195117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114508548564195117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/encounter-god-encounter-god.html' title='Encounter God. Encounter God?'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114491319668530788</id><published>2006-04-13T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:26:36.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cross-country. or not..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;today's cross-country was great! why? because it was cancelled!!! WHEEEE!!! i mean making me walk 3.2km would be pure torture! it was raining that's why they cancelled it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;then, sukma, aishu, muimui, xuan, belle and i walked to thomson plaza. we wanted kfc. but! when we reached there, it wasnt opened. and besides, some of them wanted to eat in the food court. so we went to the food court. BUT they said the food there was too expensive. -.- so we ended up in tpc. i din have kfc in the end. =(. but i had jap food. so i guess it wasnt that bad. then, mui, belle and xuan had to go for their cme project thing. so the rest of us went to bishan to take neos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;well, it was the same machine as last time. anyway, i'll post the pictures up next time. i'm too tired. besides, i still have to pack my bag later. i hope that chalet/camp thing wouldnt turn out too bad. oh yes, and homework. HOMEWORK! thankfully, i'm not having piano lesson next week. anyway, i better go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114491319668530788?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114491319668530788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114491319668530788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114491319668530788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114491319668530788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/cross-country-or-not.html' title='cross-country. or not..'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114485138996457148</id><published>2006-04-12T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:16:30.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why on earth were fairytales made?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tomorrow's cross-country!! ermm. i have no idea what's the exclamation mark for. but anyway. yupp. there's no lessons! but there is running. oh well. erm. i have no idea what to blog about. seriously. i've ran out of things to say! ahh!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh yes, looks like i have to postpone my date with rach. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ooh. i thought of another thing to say. ok. i read through some pages of my diary yesterday. yes, i have a diary. you dont expect me to write EVERYTHING in here, do you. my diary has that privilege of knowing the things not even you loyal blog fans would know! heh. anyway, i realised. i'm pretty much confused most of the time. i mean almost EVERY "post" has confusion involved, some way or another. come to think about it, i was pretty much confused about everything. wait, i still am. oh well. sometimes, or everytime, you just have to take a step back, and let the big daddy up there settle it for you. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm bored. very very bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114485138996457148?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114485138996457148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114485138996457148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114485138996457148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114485138996457148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-on-earth-were-fairytales-made.html' title='why on earth were fairytales made?'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114475878897406266</id><published>2006-04-11T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:33:14.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a cool and breezy day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;alright, i'll make a quick post. i've not started on my physics homework. physics is just horrible. plain horrible. it's almost as bad as chinese! anyway, i wanted to come home early today to sleep, but apparently, SOMEBODY just wouldnt let me. lols. anyway, i was being a good friend, so i agreed to stay back with sheryl. so we went to the vball court, watched the speech day rehearsal. then she had to go, so i just stayed back to do some homework, since sheryl isnt walking the same way as i am. =(. but, on the upside, muimui went with me. =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;i've been deprived of proper sleep for a week. ONE WEEK! i've been sleeping in lessons. &gt;.&lt;" maybe that's why i dont understand a thing in a math lessons. but i've just been tooo tired. well, i still am. i wont get proper rest this week. by proper rest i mean sleeping till at least 10am on weekends. as you all know, this friday is good friday. i'll be staying out overnight from thursday to friday. my church has some stuff, all the way till saturday morning, possibly afternoon. so there goes my other weekend. i'll have to wait till next week. and next week, is where the exams are starting! i think. tsktsk. i'll probably go insane due to lack of sleep. and yes, it has been scientifically proven that lack of sleep can drive a person insane. and i've experienced it before, at 2e1's class chalet last year. heh. go look at the archives if you really REALY wanna know how it turned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;tomorrow's the last day of school for the week! we have a three-day-week! it's times like this that i do not regret coming to beatty. heh. thursday's gonna be cross-country. i'm not gonna run! well, i'll try not to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;alrighty, i need to get to physics. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114475878897406266?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114475878897406266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114475878897406266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114475878897406266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114475878897406266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/cool-and-breezy-day.html' title='a cool and breezy day.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114459852130769810</id><published>2006-04-09T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:02:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend. well, right now, it's already the weekday. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it has been two long days. well, i didnt go for cell group on saturday, and i'm glad i didnt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay, i went to shixiong's church, with hexun. i have to say, it has been so long since i've stepped into a crowded church. it's a different feel. i was greeted by his friends. i was a little confused with the names. i mean there were so many weis. heh. but i felt more warmth in his church in 5 minutes than i would have felt in my church in 5 months. or maybe just because i'm new there. anyway, the sermon was great. the preacher, Sy Rogers, definitely has won my respect. i mean how many people out there actually dare to go out and say: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"hey! i was homosexual once!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; seriously, when he first spoke, i was taken aback. i mean i have to say he really sounds like a girl. and his actions and all. i had to constantly remind myself "he's a guy. HE'S A GUY!!" i dont mean to be mean. but yea, that's how i felt. but his sermon was fabulous, peppered with humour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and to shixiong, your church is fine, have more confidence in your church ya? lols. anyway, that was saturday. oh yes, and hexun... poor hexun din wanna go home alone, so he ended up tagging along till potong pasir. dudette, you should be glad your dad's such a kind soul. if it were my dad, he'll be screaming on the phone. lols. ooh ooh. and i met this girl, joanna. pretty nice girl i'll have to say. =). so that was my saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today, i woke up pretty disturbed by a very very confusing text message sent by hexun that was meant to be sent to shixiong. lols. so, as you know, people tend to be blurer than usual when they've just woken up. so i stared at the message for quite sometime, then i think i went back to sleep. the next thing i knew was my mom was screaming at me cause i was late for church. so i went out, dressed like a slop. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyway, church was pretty okay. i was daydreaming during the sermon. but i managed to get a little bit anyway. there's this camp coming up at my church. they're gonna touch on the gift of tongues. what perfect timing eh. so anyway, that's the main point i'm going. besides, they're allowing us to go out to the beach at night! how cool is that! i'm gonna have a romantic night with...... MY SISTER! yups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so anyways, after service, i had a little time before i went on to shixiong's church. so i heard grace's song. i say it's grace's song because she composed it. that sentence was kinda redundant wasnt it. heh. anyway,i have to say, it's pretty nice. and she went with me to dhoby ghaut. anyway, i reached his church a little early. so in his futile efforts to  kill my boredom, he attempted to teach me how to play pool. yes, sam play pool! a game or sport, that is totally TOTALLY foreign to me. i mean other than the fact that my classmates are crazy over it, i have no connections to that game at all. so yea, made a fool out of myself. then i gave up. heh. so i ended up watching them play. it's a pretty cool game if you ask me. but, i doubt i'll ever learn it. unless a person with A LOT, and i mean A LOT, of patience is willing to teach me. i'm a very slow learner. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then the sermon, blah blah blah. that sy rogers guy is really good. wait, i already said that. lols. i had to leave right after the service cause my mom wanted me back for dinner. and on my way back, something really funny happened. okok. i know you're DYING to find out. okay. there's this two way junction infront of potong pasir mrt. for those of ya'll who have never been to potong pasir mrt, use your imagination. so i saw this taxi reversing. and the cars behind started honking. so i was thinking " what on earth is this cabbie thinking? i mean reversing at a two way junction? sheesh. some drivers really dont deserve to have their license..." and as i walked toward the cab. to my horror, i saw my sister. well, not horror. i was just pretty amused and well, touched, that my sister asked the taxi driver to reverse and risk that embarrasment just to safe me the agony of walking home from the mrt station. AWWWWW. lols. but it is pretty comical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that's all for today. it's 4 minutes to 12. how am i suppose to wake up tomorrow you ask? well, if you see me in specs, you'll know the answer. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114459852130769810?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114459852130769810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114459852130769810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114459852130769810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114459852130769810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-weekend-well-right-now-its-already.html' title='my weekend. well, right now, it&apos;s already the weekday. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114442536630916010</id><published>2006-04-07T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:56:07.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>munchies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm home!! the drama production thingy wasnt all that fantastic. or maybe because i've read the script before. but the actors werent fantastic, i couldnt really see, and the sound system wasnt all that. but i think the main cause was because i've read the script before, so i basically know the whole story. so why did i even go for it? well, i'll have to say just to support them. i mean if you were part of the production, you'll definitely want people to go for it right? right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i survived 12 hours with a double cheese burger. i've been loosing my appetite again. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway, i met up with sher, yichou and weizhi before the drama thingy. you guys were SO late. hehs. but oh well. then joey asked sheryl to go over to j8. and guess what? there was some fight thingy going on. between whitley and our school people. i mean how childish and immature can these people get? frankly, i didnt really get what was going on. it's like they were all calling more people to come and all. please la.. as if i fight would resolve anything. and it all started with staring. sheesh. and the four of us, were nearly dragged in. i mean hello?? we were so innocent la. i wanted a quiet meeting. well, not really quiet. i agreed to go because i thought it would only be the four of us. and they are my ex-classmates. And, we ended up being bugged by so many unknown people. well, to me at least. and sheryl, sorry for making you feel like i was bored. i really appreciate you trying to make me feel welcomed. but sorry, i just dont like mixing with them. and you dont have to be sorry. =). oh yes, and gwandpapa yichou as well. anyway, in the end, they said it was okay. pphhffff. talk about nonsensical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so anyway. i guess that's about it. it's near 12! time for cereal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114442536630916010?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114442536630916010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114442536630916010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114442536630916010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114442536630916010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/munchies.html' title='munchies.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114438822421882277</id><published>2006-04-07T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T13:37:04.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yada yada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today was pretty okay. poor hexun injured his eye. anyway, hope he's feeling better. but i have to say, if he didnt get injured, it'll be sooo cool. heh. a math was pure torture. i was practically sleeping. i mean it's just so tiring right after pe! i failed physics. but oh well. and. urhm. i survived chinese! so i wouldnt say today was a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway, i'm home early today. spongebob is on! heh. it has been a looong loooong time since i watched that show. i'm still a kid! =D. i still havent decided what to wear for the drama production&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alright, that should be all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114438822421882277?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114438822421882277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114438822421882277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114438822421882277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114438822421882277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/yada-yada.html' title='yada yada'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114424494942368435</id><published>2006-04-05T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:49:09.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rachael day. heh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh gosh. i forgot to wish my friend happy birthday. how forgetful of me. but i wished her yesterday. i knew i would forget about it today. so i wished her a day before. so now.... i shall officially wish her happy birthday. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY MY DEAR RACHAEL!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm gonna meet her the following week to give her a birthday treat. i gave her a choice. and she chose mac. lols. and well, i told her, she could choose ANY place. she said if it isnt mac, she'll feel paiseh. heh. i expected her to choose places like, urhm, pastamania? cafecartel? or.. erm. sakae? anyways, i cant wait to meet her!! it's been one whole year!!!!!! =DD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have been loosing touch with alot of my primary school friends. but, let's just say i didnt exactly have the time of my life in primary school. but oh wells. cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114424494942368435?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114424494942368435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114424494942368435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114424494942368435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114424494942368435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/rachael-day-heh.html' title='rachael day. heh.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114423902325171780</id><published>2006-04-05T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:10:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test test test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yay! no more tests for the week! WEEE. i stayed up all night yesterday to study for my geog test, i did not touch on chemistry at all. thankfully, the test wasnt that hard. as in even if i read the text, it wouldnt have helped. oh yes, plate tectonics didnt come out. and thankfully, i only read through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sleeping late isnt good. you get pimples. =((. but anyway, today was suuuupppperrrr tiring, dreary, and not to mention boring!!!! training was terrible. though i got to play, i barely touched the ball. and yea, training ended at 6.35! i needed to pee really badly, but the toilet was already locked, and mr singh was chasing people out of the school. so i just went home. i waited for 20 minutes for the bus! 20 minutes! and to make matters worst, the bus was packed! my leg was cramping up. my eyes were shutting. i kept yawning. maybe because my contacts were really dry, so i needed some tears to wet it. heh. or i was just plain tired. to make matters worst, the road back from the busstop to my house had this pungent smell. and yes, i was very very very urgent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyway, so that's my day. oh yes!! i passed my chinese test!!! how could i forget? yesyes!!! i PASSED!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! yupps. i passed. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;alrighty, that's about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114423902325171780?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114423902325171780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114423902325171780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114423902325171780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114423902325171780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/test-test-test.html' title='test test test'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114414727298428135</id><published>2006-04-04T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:41:13.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;it has been raining alot recently. so today, i stayed back. i wanted to study geog. but, did manage to. oh wells. but i did have a nice time talking. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHO IT IS!!!! NO WAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; heh. anyway, i'm not ina mood to blog. i forgot most of the things that happened anyway. &gt;.&lt;. so this will be the shortest post. lols. well, unless one day i just blog a sentence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114414727298428135?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114414727298428135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114414727298428135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114414727298428135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114414727298428135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/tuesday.html' title='tuesday.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114396705573350429</id><published>2006-04-02T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T16:37:35.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday = japballs day! lols.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is really disturbing. the sky above my house is yellow. dirty yellow. i mean how often do you see yellow skys. not in the morning. it's dirty yellow because it's raining donkeys and monkeys outside. but I was lucky to have reached home before it starting pouring. anyway, on to more pressing matters. i know you guys arent interested in the colour of the sky above my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;did i mention my dad's an ass? i know i'm being rude here. but hey. he's a big meanie. remember i said that he was reluctant to let my granddad, his OWN father, stay with him? yea, yesterday, his siblings came over to visit their father. i mean is that so wrong? and he just got discharged from the hospital, so naturally they would be concerned. so they came up to check our place out. and they were talking and talking. and here's what my dad said. "你们讲够了没有？你们很烦。快点回家 laaaa. " okay, he was changing fish water. so yea, the whole house was in a big mess. but they were just concerned. for the benefit of my non-chinese blog fans, here's what he said. "have ya'll talked enough? you people are so irritating. quickly go home laaaa." and he actually said that to his older sister. i mean sheesh. it's okay if you dont want to be a filial son. but you siblings want to. pphhfffffff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and apparently, this whole granddad-staying-with-us thing is driving my dad back to his old monstrous, crazy, demented self. he's being a tyrant again. he was getting better. and BOOM! he's back to normal. and normal, in this case, isnt good. just this morning, his screeching shouts woke me up. he was screaming because.... my sister didnt fold her jeans. so it was sweeping the floor. and he is afraid that when she comes home, her jeans would dirty the house since it has been sweeping where ever she went. i mean c'mon la. it's just a pair of jeans. why get so uptight? seriously. sheesh. he cares about the most useless stuff! and when it comes to more pressing matters, he doesnt care. goodness... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh yes, and now, i have to maids in my house. well, the new one doesnt know how to speak english. o.O"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway, today's sermon was pretty weird. why? because there was no sermon. it was this presentation about the mission trip to philippines. maybe i should go for a mission trip. it sounds pretty cool. then after that, gracie and i went to ps AGAIN. we're both sick of that place, but that's the most convenient place. so we went to eat the jap balls again. ^^ then.... gelare! i ate cheesecake and had wild peach smoothie. i know this sounds very little, but it's alot. the cheesecake was sooooo filling. and yummy! this funny thing about grace and i. we have the same cravings! exactly the same cravings! so after church, we'll go satisfy our cravings. and yes, we complete each others sentences, and we say the same things at the same time. and we only meet twice a week! cool. heh. i can safely say she's the only one that's holding me back from switching church. arent you honoured? lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the weekend's over. aw man!!!!!! school's gonna start! training is nearing. AHHHHHHHHh!!!!! oh yes, the sky's back to blue now. phew. xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alright. i better go now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114396705573350429?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114396705573350429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114396705573350429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114396705573350429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114396705573350429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunday-japballs-day-lols.html' title='sunday = japballs day! lols.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114381323265361718</id><published>2006-03-31T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T21:53:54.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grand-daddyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm online again. weeeee. i'm gonna make full use of this night. becauseeeee. i wont be able to come online tomorrow. tsktsk. oh wells. doing what? well, i'm not so sure. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my grandfather moved in today. oh gosh. i got the shock of my life when i saw him. he's so frail. and really really frail. oh gosh. i really pity him. i mean his this big big tallllll man, but with really skinny arms and legs. and he barely can walk. and he has this tube inserted into his nose. it looks really uncomfortable. and the worst part is i have completely, absolutely no idea how to talk to him. firstly, i cant really express myself in chinese. secondly, even if i did, i dont know what to talk to him about too. i'm such a useless granddaughter.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i wonder how life will be like. now that my grandfather has moved in. i mean things definitely will change. oh well, it'll be an experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alright. that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114381323265361718?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114381323265361718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114381323265361718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114381323265361718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114381323265361718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/grand-daddyyyy.html' title='grand-daddyyyy'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114378381114299446</id><published>2006-03-31T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:43:31.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the weekend! weEeEeeEEEeeeEEeEe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm home early today. realllll early. and guess what, nobody, absolutely nobody from beatty is online. lols. well, i came home early because, well, there werent any homework. i think. and aishu and mui has investiture. and jhans wanted to go home. so i went home as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i shall make this the shortest post ever. lols! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114378381114299446?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114378381114299446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114378381114299446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114378381114299446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114378381114299446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-weekend-weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='it&apos;s the weekend! weEeEeeEEEeeeEEeEe'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114372072200249417</id><published>2006-03-30T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:12:02.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear old pal, minshing. heh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;as usual, i woke up late, and ended up rushing. the pillow is just so nice. that the moment you lift your head up, you just want to drop back into it again. sigh. oh how i hate mornings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A math was pretty okay. well, i was so tempted to sleep. i was on the verge of sleeping. then the chinese test. well, i understood the passages, but i didnt understand the options given. well, according to kenny, that's as pathetic. so i'll most probaby fail it as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then it was english. the debate was pretty weak. i mean the second team. well, firstly, the werent audible. and, yea, it just wasnt as good as i expected them to be. and chemistry. well, i broke the boiling tube. actually, it cracked. but anyways, i still had to pay $1. and i'm broke now. assembly was actually nice! i mean, we actually had an interesting assembly. i am so gonna read that book. lols. jhans!! hurry up and read it!! lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then, after school, met up with MINSHING!! heh. he changed again. i guess, well, his hairstyle. it's shorter. nicer. ahbeng-er. lols. gay-er. oh yes! the highlight. i was just kidding, i mean since we were talking about gays and all, and he is in a boys' school, i dared him to call another guy and say " hi, i just wanted to say i miss you. and i love you" and he actually did it! that was hilarious. i wonder how he's gonna face that guy in school tomorrow. lols. whatever it is, good luck dude! =) then we went to bishan, and home. sukma was being a good friend, lols. she accompanied me till my bus came. well, actually she was bored. but still, thanks! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and when i reached home, i met shir. she was on her way out, so she conveniently lent me the umbrella my sister lent her. so i didnt have to walk in the rain! yay shir! and as expected, my sister was using the computer. why.. WHY?!?!?! WHY!!!!!!!! why does she have to have this sudden interest in all these stuffffffffff!!! it's depriving me. i guess i shouldnt be selfish. oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;alright. there's a physics test tomorrow. and i heard it's hard. so i better be going now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114372072200249417?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114372072200249417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114372072200249417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114372072200249417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114372072200249417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-old-pal-minshing-heh.html' title='dear old pal, minshing. heh.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114363587262627859</id><published>2006-03-29T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:37:52.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsktsk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;it's near 8.30. and i have not bathed! lols. why? because, my sister hogged the toilet, and expected me to do up her blog. firstly, i know very little about computer stuff. and recently, my sister had this thing about computers. she started having this sudden interest in technology. well, thanks to her friends, she is snatching the computer away from me. i mean it used to be mine. MINE!!! sheesh. and now she has this crazy demands that she gets to use the computer on saturdays. like WHAT?!?!? i didnt appear to have strong objections. i dont want another fight going on. so i just agreed. BUT!!!!! SATURDAY?!?! that's like online day!!! that's the best day to go online!!!! and she says i can use the computer on sundays. SUNDAY is homework rushing day! argh. so when i asked if we could swap, she said no. oohhh. sure~~ pick the good day. hmphs. so there goes my saturday online day. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;today was pretty okay, just that peera didnt come, and my group had to debate first. personally, i think i did really badly. i think i was side tracking. but anyway, it's over. i'm glad it's over. i dont have to worry anymore! yay! lols. but the debate was rather heated up towards the end. lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;training's okay. i'm getting used to the coach i guess. i wanted to a little bit of homework after training, but my hand was far too swollen. so i decided not to. oh yes, and thanks shixiong, for touching my hair after touching your ding-a-dong. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;i've been pretty confused lately. well, aish should know one reason. dont bother asking, i wont tell anyone else. heh. and about aish, i really feel bad that you're feeling left out in class. well, like what hexun said, everyone thought that e2 would be the best class, or something like that. life is filled with irony. i guess all of us can safely say that. like, my stay in the youth ministry. at first, when i was so passionate in the youth ministry, i didnt get to serve much. and now, when i'm at the most confusing state of mind, whether or not to stay, they start giving me duties, like ushering or playing the keyboard. tsktsk. back to e2, well, i do agree it's cliquey. that's why i wasnt all that happy when i knew i was going into e2. but, hey, since we're already in this class. why dont make the best of it. we cant change anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;okay. i better go. i'm stinking up the couch. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114363587262627859?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114363587262627859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114363587262627859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114363587262627859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114363587262627859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/tsktsk.html' title='tsktsk'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114353830452260586</id><published>2006-03-28T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:31:44.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mad rush 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay, as usual, i woke up late. and my mom flared up. big time. well, i guess she's very very sick of me not waking up, and end up rushing to school. oh yes, and yesterday, i had a little fight with her. i dont know what's wrong with me. i mean, i just get so frustrated whenever i talk to her. i really dont know why. but she's a really really great mom. i just get this idea that she's suspecting me of something. it didnt use to be like that. there was this period of time, she was really busy with her work and all. and slowly, my work started to pile up. so we barely got time to talk. so i guess that's where things started. so when i was chatting on msn, she looked over, and she was like "wahh. type so fast, dont want me to see is it?" i know i over-reacted a little, but i felt like she didnt trust me or something. like she thinks i'm hiding something from her. i dont know.. &gt;.&lt;""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway, i slept at 12 yesterday. i know, for most of you guys it aint late. but for me, it is. i usually sleep at 10, well, last year. now, there's homework homework and more homework. life is so boring. i mean other than homework, there's nothing else i do. that's just my life! so, as you can see, education ruined me. heh. i was sleeping during e math lesson, ss, and practically every lesson. but after recess wasnt so bad. there werent much lesson because the councillors had investiture. oh yes, i slept during the investiture as well. i'm sorry guys! i couldnt help it. but i did clap for ya'll. ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then after school, we had the annual awards rehearsal thing. oh gosh, i didnt even have time to eat lunch! and mdm soh has this thing, about saying "you guys are the best". she said it like 10 times! you see, this is what education does to people. they emphasize so much on grades. i mean c'mon la, grades arent everything. anyway, rehearse about what you ask? walking the stage. who needs to rehearse to walk on a stage? i mean how many times you rehearse, it doesnt gurantee that nothing wrong will happen on that day? i mean for all you know, i might just trip over the stairs and fall while getting my award. or tumble over the stairs while getting down. i mean you just never know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then after the rehearsal, i had this very very bad headache. anyway, i went down for lunch. well, more of tea break. it was horrible really. school food is horrible. it's more of grub than food if you ask me. so i just settled for mee pok. though i din have much appetite, i was very very hungry. so i just scorfed down the food. i have to eat. i cant afford to loose anymore weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i left soon after, the headache was killing me. and what's worst than walking home under the hot scorching sun, drenched in your own sweat? well, i'll have to say, walking home under the hot scorching sun, drenched in your own sweat, with a throbbing head. anyway, tecksiang was kind enough to spare me his insults. i guess he was too tired. heh. someone was sleeeeeping on the busssssssss. anyway, i didnt wanna wake him up when i got off the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wrote more actually, i just accidentally deleted part of my post just now, and i forgot what i wanted to write. lols. oh well, this will have to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114353830452260586?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114353830452260586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114353830452260586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114353830452260586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114353830452260586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/mad-rush-2.html' title='the mad rush 2'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114346195520381939</id><published>2006-03-27T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:19:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mad rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;as the title suggests, today was one of the most rush-iest day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay, i woke up late. so i rushed out of the house. well, i still wore my contacts. that made me late-er. so i forgot to bring my pe shirt, and guess what, during math remedial, i realised i was wearing my primary school pe shorts!! oh gosh. and thanks sheryl! you're such a life saver. i still remembered, my first pe lesson this year, i wore my primary school pe shorts. lols! oh yes, and i got knocked in the head with a captain's ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway, i still had to spend $6.50 on a pe shirt. tsktsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;training went by fast. maybe because i went there late. definitely not because i enjoyed it. so it was 5.45!!! i rushed out of school. i was practically flying. and. when i reached the busstop, i saw 13! i ran, RAN!!!! up and across and down the overhead bridge. and yes, hoping and praying hard that i wouldn't tumble and fall while running down the stairs two at a time. well, i'm really bad with stairs. i hate stairs. hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and yes, when i reached my house bus-stop, my teacher's car stopped by. and spared me the agony of walking allll the way home. and yes, i didnt practice my piano. thankfully, my teacher didnt kill me. lols. and i finally got aural! i finally could hear the bass part!!!! i could finally, FINALLY identify the chords and cadences!!! WEEEEEEE!!!! lols. alright, it's getting late. tonnes of homework to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114346195520381939?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114346195520381939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114346195520381939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114346195520381939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114346195520381939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/mad-rush.html' title='the mad rush'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114337609151761471</id><published>2006-03-26T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:28:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pastamania. neos. mos. yay. (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i shall post the neos now........&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/1600/aishu%20and%20i%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/320/aishu%20and%20i%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hmmmmmmmssss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/1600/aishu%20and%20i%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/320/aishu%20and%20i%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love aishuuuuu!!! =DD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/1600/aishu%20and%20i%20-%20FEET!!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/320/aishu%20and%20i%20-%20FEET%21%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i absolutely love this. it was soooo last minute! and yes, aishu fell flat on her bum. that explains the facial expression. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/1600/aishu%20and%20i%20-%20loseriffic!%20heh.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/320/aishu%20and%20i%20-%20loseriffic%21%20heh.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i have no idea what happend to my face. it's the machines fault. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;there are two more i think. but it's with aish. sooooo. yupps. the neos were fun. everything was so last minute. we were screammmming in the machine. SCREAMING! like loons. but it was fun. even though the photo didnt really turn out nice. we had alot fun. so, it doesnt matter if you look spastic. it's the memories the photos hold. =DD. i had a great time today. thanks aishuuuuuu. =))&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, then we went to mos. well, we wanted to go to mac. but there were no seats. then we started talking. and then the sudden change in mood. i wouldnt wanna say anything here. too private yea? but hey, i really hope you cheer up. i mean, sure this isnt a perfect class. give the class time ya? =)) in the mean time, i'll try to be more perky.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;on the bus, i was so tired. i feel asleep. thankfully, one lady sat beside me. and the seat bounced up, and woke me up. lols!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i got to know this girl recently. carol. so, this is for you. it's so cool! i mean, i dont know how she got my email address. by friendster or blog. i'm not sure. and she added me, saying she wants to know me. and guess what?!?! turns out, she was from beatty, 1e1!!! well, for one day, during orientation. and i have no recollection of ever seeing her. but she was from 1e1. i wouldnt say it is knowing a long lost friend. we dont know each other. but still it's coincidental. i mean she added me not knowing that i was from 1e1. how cool is that?! lols.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when my sister came back, i learnt that they made that cd rehearsal thingy compulsory. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's my day. and once again, thanks aishu for a great day! =D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114337609151761471?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114337609151761471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114337609151761471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114337609151761471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114337609151761471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/pastamania-neos-mos-yay-2.html' title='pastamania. neos. mos. yay. (2)'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114337098100579740</id><published>2006-03-26T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:03:01.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pastamania. neos. mos. yay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;alright, i better make a quick post, or type as quickly as i can, cuz dinner's on the table. and i probably wont be able to use the com later. since my sister is soooo addicted to maple. okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;church was okay. i actually didnt mind the worship. well, i used to LOVEEE the worship. this is like the first time in aeons i enjoyed the worship. =)). oh yes, kaixin came to sit with me, so i guess it wasnt all that bad. okay, during the sermon, while weng cheong went to the toilet, kaixin took his bag, and searched his bag for cigarettes. well, she didnt find any, so she took the next best thing. his lighter. okay, and guess what? aaron poh was like "give him back laaaaaa". c'mon la. be realistic. why would you want your friend to smoke? if you friend is smoking to de-stress. he/she's stupid. and you are stupid enough to side them as well. smoking = de-stress? oh gosh. that's stupidity. and kaixin's helping him by taking away his lighter la. oh yes, which reminds me. that day, my sister went out with weng and aaron as well. and my sister found out he was smoking, when he said he was going to the toilet. so my sister wanted to stop him. and aaron stopped my sister from stopping weng. gosh. but anyway, my sister went to stop him. please la..... you should be stopping him as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so during the sermon, i got news that i had to stay back to play the keyboard for their cd making thing. HELLOOOOOO?!?!?!?! you're telling me this 4 hours before it starts? i have a life. i have plans. i already agreed to go out with aish. but anyway, they managed to find a substitute. so yay! pastamania!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i met aish, we went to pastamania. i ordered some bacon thing. and she ordered spaghetti. and we talked ALOT. ALOT!!!!!! oh gosh. i love aishu. heh. so we talked for 2 hours? 1 hour? i'm not too sure. all i know is that we talked about everything. =)) then neos!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay, currently, i'm having a little problem posting the photos. the next post perhaps. then we went to mos. and talked somemore. but, we talked bout more serious stuff now. tsktsk. cliques cliques cliques. they drive you crazy. really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay. i better go eat. i'll continue this post later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;toodles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114337098100579740?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114337098100579740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114337098100579740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114337098100579740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114337098100579740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/pastamania-neos-mos-yay.html' title='pastamania. neos. mos. yay.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114328768576191574</id><published>2006-03-25T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:54:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'm back. just came back from church. anyway, i left the house 25 minutes late!! i practically flew out of my house. i didnt put on my contacts. i ran, and ran, and ran. yea. i was still late. anyway, the most embarrassing happened to me on my way to church! well, not most embarrassing, but very embarrassing. okay, i was walking at the underpass from the north-east line to east-west line at outram. okay, it was crowded, and somehow, i think i walked too fast, and my slipper kinda flew out of my feet. oh gosh. so i quickly walked over to my slipper. and it wasnt over, i think i was panicking too much, i couldnt wear my slipper, and yes, i heard giggles behind me. it was soooo embarrassing. i wished i could just fade into oblivion then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so anyway, i was the last to reach for the worship prac. and they like to do things so last minute, we only practiced each song once. tsktsk. well, the worship was very VERY messy. suuuuuper messy. and the message was okay i guess. and the altar call. i dont know. it's just these confusions in me. why i dont want to go for the altar call is because, well, i feel so confused. i mean, those people who go up. arent they the same people who smoke, are disobedient, yada yada yada. i know i know, we're not suppose to judge and all. but..... i really dont know how to put it. it's just so weird. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;then, after that, my sister and i went to ps again. i'm going to ps practically every week now. i'm getting sick of that place. anyway, we went to buy the jap balls. dont think too crookedly. that's grace's and my way of saying takoyaki. that delicacy sold at ps. heh. then we went to buy that chicken thingy. but we didnt manage to finish it. i guess you guys arent that interested in all these stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so i'm back home. anyway, i'll be going to pastamania with aishuuu tomorrow. yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;alright, that's all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114328768576191574?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114328768576191574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114328768576191574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114328768576191574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114328768576191574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/saturday.html' title='saturday.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114325340168472056</id><published>2006-03-25T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T10:23:21.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pimple on my forehead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's saturday morning! i feel so bad. i was suppose to go to some collaborium thingy. i dont know how to spell it. and i didnt wanna go cause it's so early in the morning!!!! and, i have to figure out some introduction for a song. i'm playing the keyboard today for cell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's my 101st post! coollllll. heh. anyway, i tried out lotr yesterday. well, let's see. in school, everyone's like "lotr's boring!!!!" okay, i'll admit. i dont really understand the show. but it isnt boring. really. i jumped out of the couch twice! i mean. yea, i jumped out of my seat, and screamed. during those fighting scenes. but sorry hexun, i didnt cry. lols. anyway, after a lesson on lotr, things are clearer now. a little. i couldnt really catch their speech. they were practically whispering most of the time. and i was already blasting it. and, i didnt know how to switch on the speakers. so that was as loud as it could get. maybe because my dad has been blasting the radios in the car recently. i'm partially deaf. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ermms. that's about it i guess. i wanna eat. breakfast time!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;to all of those who have not eaten as well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;bon appetite! &lt;em&gt;did i spell that right? &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114325340168472056?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114325340168472056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114325340168472056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114325340168472056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114325340168472056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/pimple-on-my-forehead.html' title='the pimple on my forehead.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114310760408070695</id><published>2006-03-23T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:53:24.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry fizzy, i dont like this thursday. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tsktsk. this is the last straw. i wouldnt say i'm pissed off. i'm more of frustrated and disappointed. i really didnt expect such a comment from you, really. but today really was the last time. i cant tolerate it anymore. i mean, from primary school, till now, i've been receiving comments like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sam.. dont act cute la"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"sam act blur only"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; seriously, do you think i have so much time to think about such stuff. "ooh... maybe i should act cute this way, or act blur that way" i mean if you really think this way, then you dont know me well enough. and for those of ya'll who are thinking "aiya, she obviously wants to defend herself" i would like to ask, why in the first place are you reading this? why would you wanna know what a "act cute" or/and "act blur" person's thinking? so yes, that cross at the top right hand corner is made just for you. go on, click it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway, back to this whole thing. i think people who have such thoughts obviously are childish and immature. if i were that good at acting, then what am i doing in beatty secondary? wont i be better off at mediacorp? if i'm acting, then i'm really good then,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;i've been maintaining my "cuteness" or "blurness" at such a good level. i mean people still think i'm acting cute! am i good or what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i mean hello? i'm me. what do you want me to do. put on a dull face, and be all melancholic. and then again, if i do that, those people will say, "aiya, sam is just wallowing in self-pity" tell you what, i dont crave attention. i dont mind being a loner. though i dont like to, but if being a loner frees me from people who think that i'm a fake, a poser, a person who craves attention, a person who cant live without attention, then introversy, here i come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;this isnt the first. last year, we had this thing that miss tiffany tan wanted us to do. you write your name on a piece of paper, and pass it around class, and people will write their opinion of you. so, it'll be anonymous. so guess what, most of them were "act cute" well not most, but there were a lot of such comments. and later towards the year, it stopped. and just recently in started again. &gt;.&lt;" i wont mention names here. just recently, i smiled at someone. and another someone said i was acting cute. like what?! i mean that is the most shittiest bullshit i've heard in my entire life. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smiling = acting cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. woahhhhhh. you have no idea how much you redefined the meaning of acting cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;look, i accept your apology. i just want to make this clear. this word, or rather phrase, is very sensitive to me. i've tahan-ed it for soooo long. i mean i dont mind people calling me names. though, it gets irritating overtime. but this whole acting cute/blur thing, it really is getting to me. it's plucking my last nerve. i mean if an acquaintance said that to me, i wouldnt really mind that much, given the reason that, this person obviously doesnt know me well enough. but you? sheesh man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;for those of you who still think that i'm such a poser, a fake, a person who craves attention, a person who loves to act cute/blur, and didnt click that little X at the top right hand corner, and still thinks that i'm all of the above, i dont care. you arent worth my time. i'm doing this for the last time. if you still wanna think that way, be that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway, today, i stayed back for the sculpure thingy initially. but guess what? after searching the whole school for miss tan, she wasnt in school! so i stayed in school and did a little homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;alright. that's all for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114310760408070695?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114310760408070695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-19477100.post-114303915483244708</id><published>2006-03-22T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:52:39.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm too braindead to think of a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm bored on a weeknight. something's wrong. usually, i'll be rushing like crazy to finish my homework. and on this night that i'm free, everyone else is busy. well, not everyone. not many people are online, and majority of those who are online, are busy, or away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i rather be busy. but then again, it's hard to say. i just read some people's blog. and i have to say. i really looooooove their english. i mean, really, i want to have good english. well, i'm TRYING to read more. trying. lols. oh gosh. i'm very VERRRRRRRYYYYYY bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh. i just thought about what to write about. i have been thinking of switching church recently. well, i've thought of it before. i really am not sure. i mean i've been in that church since i was a baby. but some people just have to come in and ruin everything. i know we're not suppose to judge and all. but i just cant help it. i wont put the blame on them. well, maybe i'm just not a strong enough christian. i mean my faith is still there. i think. but it wouldnt be there much longer. i love the adults there. but, i wouldnt say the same thing for the youth. for the youths who actually bother to read my blog, well, no offence. i'm not making any personal attacks. i go to church, or rather, i drag my feet to church, and then sit for 2 hours, and i'm out. i used to enjoy going to church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;although my mom and dad has already agreed that if i really want to change church, that i think i would be growing better in another church, they would let me. but, i dont wanna leave gracieee alone. apparently, she feels the exact same way. and what about all those talks about "you're in that church for a reason" i mean, my church isnt getting any bigger, the least i should do is to stay in there, hang in there. perhaps a miracle would happen. my sister has been through this before i guess. well, she came back anyway. i mean, every church will have their problem. for all you know, i would meet the same problem in another church. i mean, i'll just be running away from the problem. what use is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and some of you might say, you go to church to worship God and all, but you have to admit, the people there play a very big role as well. argh. i hate making decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;alright, it's getting late. my eyes are tired too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;toodles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114303915483244708?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114303915483244708/comments/default' 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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-19477100.post-114302605508705726</id><published>2006-03-22T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:14:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i just reached home. training was GREAT!! you know why you know why?!!?!??!? JERRY DIDNT COME!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! anyway, nothing special happened today. so there isnt much to blog about. life's getting boring. well, other than the constantly growing pile of homework, i dont really have much to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;urhm. oh yea, i still have to stay back tomorrow. argh! i wanna go home and sleeeeeeeeeeeep. but, i have to do that sculpture! tsktsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ohwell, dinner time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114302605508705726?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114302605508705726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114302605508705726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114302605508705726'/><link rel='self' 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bring home my homework. and fizzy was going home. so. i just went with her. it really is nice coming home this early. you can find a seat in the bus! and i really need to practice the piano. i mean yesterday, my teacher was so mad at me la! she didnt scold me, but i could see she was pretty upset. besides, i dont have much time till my exam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;tsktsk. more people are getting sick. aish is sick. kenny is sick. yuan hong? ermm. he didnt come. lols. oh yes! i absolutely looooove sheryl!!! she helped me sooo much with my jian bao yesterday. she practically told me what to write! heh. and we chatted quite alot. heh. thanks loads girl!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;andandand. urhmm i pretty much forgotten everything else that happened during the day. oh well. i'm lazy to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114292832152877488?l=chaotafiedsam.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-19477100.post-114284962062723645</id><published>2006-03-20T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:13:41.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are titles for anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alright. i'll squeeze some in some time to blog. piano lesson starts in 15 minutes. and.. i wont be online later. so i'll blog now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so... it's the first day of term 2. pretty okay. the a. math test was manageable. but i dont expect myselft to get fantastic marks. hmms. chemistry was fun. as usual. i LOVVVVEEEEE chemistry! then recess. and physics. well, aish and i were practically talking for the whole of physics lesson. well, whispering. heh. there wasnt much to listen to anyway, only vector drawings. then english! well. english was pretty relaxed because most of them had to go for check up. and yea. oh yes, a discovery made. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;22/30 = very bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. lols. and lit! oh yes. today's lit lesson was probably the first noisy lit lesson in 2006. everyone participated! i mean usually, it's just maymay, jiayi, shixiong, leeyen. but hey! it was so noisy, i felt it was irritating. i mean poor miss wong was trying to talk to us, and the rest were all so into their little conversations. our class had only 20 pupils. and miss wong had to raise her voice. well she didnt scold us. from "Z for Zechariah", we diverted to science-fiction movies. and it stayed there till the end of lit lesson. which was at 2.30, cuz miss wong was called to the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and after schoollll.... hmms. oh yes. i had mocha, and was daydreaming in the canteen. i wouldnt call it daydreaming though, it was more of stoning. cause my mind was blank. and training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;training was THAT bad today. well, maybe because janet and shiqing joined us. i dont know. but anyway, it was okay. and i injured my hand. boo hoo. xDD. but it was my fault. i threw the ball, and somehow, my hand knocked into janet's elbow. yes, it hurts. and it still hurts. then i left early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i met leeyen on the way home. she's a nice girl. heh. well, she had an umbrella, so i din get caught in the rain. we talked a little. small talk. but i think she got kinda bored of me. i dont know her well you see. the only class we have together is lit. so, that's probably all we talked about. oh yes, luckily she had an umbrella, cuz the bus was freeeeezing cold. even though i wasnt drenched, i was still sneezing my way out of the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay. loads of homework to do later. better go. five more minutes to my piano lesson. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114284962062723645?l=chaotafiedsam.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-19477100.post-114276290530982787</id><published>2006-03-19T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:14:15.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakae sunday. :DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;this sunday wasnt as bad as last sunday. i guess. my mom, sis and i had to go to church ourselves. my dad's at some course thingy. but we took a cab. so it wasnt that tiring. but guess what? the cab took the wrong route, and we still had to cross the overhead bridge. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;there was an invited speaker. but it wasnt fantastic. anyway, after service, i wenta eat sakae with my mama and sis! yummies! well, my mom wanted to spend time with us. so, we went to have a treat. then, we went to popoular to get some stationaries and all, then went home. so, i guess today wasnt all that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and my piano skills are really horrible now. i cant even play a song properly! &gt;.&lt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh yes, i just finished whatever homework there is to hand in tomorrow. phew! but i'm still left with chinese newspaper cutting. how am i even suppose to pick out an article? i mean i see the words and i go dizzy. the words are so small, and hard to read. lols. it's physically impossible to read the chinese newspaper. xD. oh yes, and A.math test tomorrow! i totally forgot until sher reminded me. &gt;.&lt;&gt;oh gosh. but, i still took out time to blog. i cant let my loyal blog fans down. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;alright. that's all for today. oh yes, i lost 2 kg! AHHHHH!!!!! that isnt good. i dont have alot of kgs to spare. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114276290530982787?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114276290530982787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114276290530982787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114276290530982787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114276290530982787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/sakae-sunday-dd.html' title='sakae sunday. :DD'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114269495142003320</id><published>2006-03-18T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T23:15:51.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>si duo bei lei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;alright. i just came home from the bbq. i'll try to type as fast as possible. anyways, i'm still waiting for my sister to bathe finish. the bbq wasnt as bad! not that the people changed or anything. my sister brought her friend along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;when i reached lavander, i had this really sour look. i mean c'mon la. its.. its.. yea. and i just had to reach 15 minutes earlier. i kept telling myself to maybe, MAYBE, put on a smile. but. tsktsk.. it's just too TOO hard. so my sis saw that, well, she tried to cheer me up. cause, she knows exactly how i feel. and her friend, gary, as well. so seeing that i was all moody and all. and that my phone battery was flat, he lent me his phone. as in swapped. so yea. thanks loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but turned out, i din need his phone. i didnt wanna take it out either. i mean they were pushing each other down the pool. i din wanna risk spoiling someone else's phone. well, before the food was barbecued, the 3 of us, plus one more guy, i guess an outcast as well, were playing black jack and dai di. we are good people. we din gamble. heh. no money was involved. then we ate, and my cell leader came over and talked to gary. well, he's a backsliden christian. i dont know if the talk helped me in anyway. but... ohwells. i'm still thinking very very hard. should i? should i not... &gt;.&lt;""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so we left at 9++? i'm not sure. i forgot. then we decided to take a bus to chinatown, then take nel back to potong pasir. so, yea, the trip back was mostly filled with "si duo bei lei" it's strawberry in cantonese. heh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so though grace didnt come, *scowls at grace*, i still had quite a nice time. but, they didnt have satays. =((. what's a bbq without satays man!! heh. and i have not done my homework! ahhhhh!!! monday's inching nearer and nearer. and nearer and nearer...... oh gosh! i'm dreading every second. well, on the bright side, there's no mt on mondays. that's maybe why i dont have the monday blues. heh. well, but training ruins everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;alright. i better bathe. i reek of smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114269495142003320?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114269495142003320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114269495142003320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114269495142003320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114269495142003320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/si-duo-bei-lei.html' title='si duo bei lei'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114264730867355879</id><published>2006-03-18T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:01:48.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sat. sat. saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i had a great sleep.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the only thought that were going through my mind: &lt;em&gt;insomnia? me? i sleep like a pig!&lt;/em&gt; (note the word "like") maybe i'm sick or something. i'm loosing appetite, i cant sleep. what next? -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway, true enough, that jerk has been bothering my sister again. and my sister spent half an hour? talking to her friend. since i'm sharing the room with her now, i couldnt sleep. so even after the lights were out, i still couldnt sleep. no idea why. and i kept waking up through the night. the only time i actually checked the time was at 5.45 that's crazy! i'll never wake up this early even on a school day! then at 8, i really really couldnt sleep. so i got up. 8!! i slept at 1.30!!! on a weekend! &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh great, some people are in my toilet, making a din. i wonder what's wrong with my toilet. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh yes, i dont think my grandfather's condition is getting much better. i heard from my mom that he has been misbehaving. sigh. and they even want him in a nursing home! i mean how wrong is that? which old person would want to be put in a nursing home. and can you believe my dad's nerve? i mean he was reluctant to let his OWN dad stay in his house? because of his fishes! how ridiculous is that? it's his own dad for goodness sake. tsktsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alright. there's nothing much to do here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114264730867355879?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114264730867355879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114264730867355879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114264730867355879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114264730867355879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/sat-sat-saturday.html' title='sat. sat. saturday!'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114261349138086557</id><published>2006-03-18T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T00:38:11.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:eltiT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is probably the first and last time my mom is allowing me to use the com till how late i want to. the puppy dog eyes really do work! it works wonders! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and after staying up this late. well, it is late for me, i realise the radio plays nonsense late at night. or rather, morning. ooh. i hope grace remembers to exchange her worship duty. she cannot, CANNOT, leave me alone tomorrow. you hear me girl? NO WAY! lols. i love my pillow. oh gosh. i'm talking gibberish now. urhh. yea. that's probably about it. i guess. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as you can see, i'm trying to maximise my time online, as much as possible. heh. alright, my sister's home, i better go. she doesnt seem alright. =(.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;toodles! and good morning! heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114261349138086557?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114261349138086557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114261349138086557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114261349138086557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114261349138086557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/eltit.html' title=':eltiT'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114260483285743164</id><published>2006-03-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:13:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmmmMmmMmmmMmmMmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ooh. my third post in a day. or is it not? anyway, since i'm online again, i shall blog again. i forgot some things in my previous post. so i'll just add it in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;when i reached home, ray started barking. and i was the only one at home. my dad has gone out for some course, my sis has a bbq, my mom and my maid were at the hospital taking care of my grandfather. so i was home alone. and taking pity on ray, i decided to let him out of the cage. and then, i settled down, and started on my porridge. after eating (well, i din really eat) i went to wash up. and i saw ray walking out of my parents' room. and he looked suspicious. some how, i just had this intuition that ray did something wrong. and, i was right! he poo-ed in my parents' room's toilet. so i, had to clear it up. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;gosh. my entries are in parts. my memory is really beginning to fail me. tsktsk. anyway, i've finished one more holiday homework! so now, i'm left with half of my physics tys, and the physics graph thing, and chinese newspaper cutting (the one i dread most!). ohwell, hopefully i'll finish it by sunday. or tomorrow morning. but i wanna sleeeeep! hopefully the bbq tomorrow wont go too wrong. i hope i hope i hope. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114260483285743164?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114260483285743164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114260483285743164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114260483285743164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114260483285743164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmmmmMmmMmmmMmmMmmm'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114259532689190504</id><published>2006-03-17T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:35:40.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flower petals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blogger's crazy. i posted one this morning. and it isnt published. anyway... something's really wrong with me. i've been loosing my appetite lately. and i'm in dire need to gain weight. i bought porridge just now, and i didnt even finish half of it. i havent been finishing my dinner lately as well. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tcc was okay. i had rum and rasin frappe. and vanga joined us later. BUT hexun and latif were sooo quiet. but it was still nice. well, first we talked about the caning stuff. then premarital sex. heh. we arent dirty minded people. i was just talking about someone i knew that had shortgun marriage. and we started talking about it. and to jy and aish: IT IS WRONG! it has wrong written ALL OVER IT. lols. then, urhh. i forgot. heh. then vanga came. and they had some talk about mango and apple.. o.O" then i went home with lalatif and hexun. yupps. the trip back was pretty quiet. well, very quiet. i guess none of us knew how to strike conversation. heh. and i was daydreaming for the whole 9 minutes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh well, i better get to my homework. i wont have anymore time once the weekend arrives. and after the weekend is monday. and you know what monday means? training. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;toodles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114259532689190504?l=chaotafiedsam.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-19477100.post-114257450229095940</id><published>2006-03-17T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T13:48:24.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wwell. i'm bored. as usual. the school holiday's ending. sighh. and i've not done my homework!!!!!! well, i've started. but i've not finished ALL my homework. i'm soooooooo dead. and i promised lalatif i'll go online tonight. which means i wont be able to do my homework tonight. maybe i should wake up sssuuuupppppppppperrrrrr early tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alright. i better get going. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;toodles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114257450229095940?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114257450229095940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-19477100.post-114251378706673403</id><published>2006-03-16T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:56:27.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just praying and hoping that anything that will go wrong, wont go wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tsktsktsk. anyway. today's physics spa thing wasnt all that bad. mr amos goh is a nice teacher. :) and, after the spa thingy, jhans wanted to eat, so i accompanied her. then mui, sher, saf and hidayat joined us. then i went back with lalatif. congratulate me on tahan-ing his spasticness for half an hour? haha. no hard feelings dude.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyway, i'm really sorry for this lousy post. i'm not really in the mood for blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114251378706673403?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114251378706673403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114251378706673403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114251378706673403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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i was THIS close to dreamland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway, as usual, i woke up late today. so i rushed outta the house. i din even bother to tie my hair properly, or wear my contacts. the messy hair partly has to do with the fact that I LOST MY CLIPS! argh. anyway, when i reached school, ms tan wasnt there! well, turns out she wasnt feeling too well, and she'ld be late. so i managed to drag muimui to help me with the sculpture. (xuan couldnt make it as well). well, technically, i didnt drag muimui. she wanted to do the sculpture. i mean she rather do the sculpture than the backdrop. so anyway. we spent so long doing the 2nd figurine. and turns out! it was all wrong! so when ms tan, she had to do the form again. heh! so muimui and i did the plastering. well, we did do very badly with the plastering. go easy on us! we're first-timers. hopefully it'll look better with the 2nd layer of plaster. and we have to continue with the sculpture when school reopens. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;which brings me to my next point. one week so isnt enough! i aint even having a holiday! i have to go back practically everyday. well, except friday. i have to go back for some physics spa thingy tml! &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh yes, after the sculpture thing, i went to the locker to get my books. then i found jhans, kim, laks, fizzy, and yichou. they were doing their science and tech thingy. so... jhans wanted me to go to sher's house with her. so, being a good friend, i agreed. heh! oh yes, turned out, my locker key was with sher. so anyway, i rotted in the canteen for 1,2 hours? i'm not sure. when finally they finished their discussion, jhans, yichou and i made our way to sher's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay. on our way to sher's house. jhans was smitten with this australian guy. trying to take pictures of him on the bus. lols! then when we reached sher's house... AHHH!! her dog is soooo cute!!!! it is two months old. it is soooooo cute!! anyway, when i reached, they had already designed the wall. so while waiting for yatkhai to get the paint, the guys suggested to play hide and seek. sigh. boys will be boys. so, i just went along with it. it was okay. and, when the paint arrived jhans had to go. and i wanted to go home as well. a whole day out aint fun. so on our way back, we dropped by some petrol station mart thingy. i was sooo thirsty! so i bought vanilla coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;at the bus-stop, jhans and i started chatting. and we NEARLY missed the bus! so we were like HEY!!! and thankfully, the bus stopped. and the bus driver looked kinda pissed initially. and a simple "sorry" made things better. he smiled! hehe. and lalatif said he saw us? iono. he said he saw me at the busstop. where i stopped. but that doesnt really make sense. cuz he said he didnt see us board the bus. oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and so that's my day. oh yes! i finished half of my physics homework. GO ME! heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;alright. i better get back to my lit thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114243059006025610?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114243059006025610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114243059006025610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114243059006025610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114243059006025610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/vanilla-coke-laxatives.html' title='vanilla coke = laxatives'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114234051145719248</id><published>2006-03-14T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:48:31.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sockeriffic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;today was fun!!!!! fun fun fun! though i came back with a very bad headache, it was very verrrrry fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway, i woke up late today. because i set my alarm clock in my handphone, but i set it to silent mode. so the alarm didnt go off. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then after that, was better! we went to look for the councillors doing the backdrop after we were done for the day. at first i was kinda bored. and was feeling kinda down. i was kinda down since, yesterday i guess. anyway, then later, when they were done with the backdrop. i guess everyone went crazy. we started taking spastic videos of each other. rather safwan and junqiang took crazy videos of us. i wanted to delete that spastic photo of mine in aish's phone. then sheryl just wouldnt let me. so i ended up on top of her, trying to get the photo. and unfortunately, safwan caught it in his phone! &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then after that, lekwei and that 'jesus' guy, or rather mohamad were outside. and he wanted to give sher a flower. aWWw. anyway, then we started spinning in chairs, going crazy. and yea, that's how i got my headache. and i was doing something else, when i dont know why, they started squirting water at each other. well rather, junqiang was squirting water. i was practically drenched la. then suddenly, aish was holding cheryl's sock and holding it right beside my face! at first she took a towel to wipe my face or something, cuz my whole face was wet. then it smelt funky. according to aish, it took me 2 seconds to freak out, cuz i realised it was a sock not a towel! ahhhhh!!!! i think i have a pimple now. to make things worst, safwan used his sock as well. and i freaked out, opened my mouth, and i tasted his sock. so safwan, not only you tasted my sock. i tasted yours as well! lols. it has a very salty taste. that i can tell you.. so i went ballistic. i chased him round and round. well, with aish's help, i managed to catch him. and yea! i shoved my sock into his mouth. well not really, but he definitely tasted it. hah! so i went home sock-less. i mean you dont expect me to wear a sock that has gone into his mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so that was my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tomorrow will be another long day as well. i better finish my homework now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114234051145719248?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114234051145719248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114234051145719248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114234051145719248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114234051145719248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/sockeriffic.html' title='sockeriffic!'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114226215862308292</id><published>2006-03-13T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:02:40.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i...i...i...i sh..hooul..d...a..ve..k...nowww.nnnnn. tsktsktsk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i knew it. i knew it. i knew it. i knew it. i knew it. you know what. forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my eye's hurting badly. maybe it's because of the over-dosage of computerism. lols. anyway. tomorrow's gonna be a long day for me again. oh yes! my worst nightmare has returned! my room has ants again! ANTS!! the most despicable, annoying, abhoring creatures on the face of the earth. well, at least i have a new bedsheet. lols. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;alright, i'm not suppose to use the computer after 11. so i'll stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114226215862308292?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114226215862308292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114226215862308292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114226215862308292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114226215862308292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/iiii-shhoouldaveknowwwnnnnn-tsktsktsk.html' title='i...i...i...i sh..hooul..d...a..ve..k...nowww.nnnnn. tsktsktsk'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114224627361377155</id><published>2006-03-13T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:37:53.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urhhhhh. murhhhh. hurhhhh. lurhhhhh. durhhhhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'll make a quick post. my dinner's already on the table. so today was pretty okay. physics remedial was rather disturbing. mental note to self: never sit beside robelle. lols! no hard feelings! but really, you were too noisy. However..... ALWAYS sit INFRONT of robelle. did i mention she massages so, so, so, so well?! yea she does! so i enjoy during math lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway, i really dont get what mr ng is talking about. but there's always the textbook. okok. i really have to eat now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and hahaha, show yourself... lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114224627361377155?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114224627361377155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114224627361377155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114224627361377155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114224627361377155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/urhhhhh-murhhhh-hurhhhh-lurhhhhh.html' title='urhhhhh. murhhhh. hurhhhh. lurhhhhh. durhhhhh.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114216681139712283</id><published>2006-03-12T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:33:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>physics remedial tomorrow. &gt;.&lt;"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today was fun! well, only towards the later part of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i really am beginning to dread church. i know this  is bad. i have nothing against anything in church. except the people there. they're dissing me off! i cant stand it.they leave people out and all. although i grew up in that church. i feel very left out. i mean, the people in church do play a very big role in your stay in the church. so now, i'm dreading every moment in church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but my day got much better after that. i went out with gracieeee. well, both of us had cravings for mac and cheese. so.... off we went to pastamania! but, to our disappointment, we didnt find any mac and cheese. so we got some cheesy pasta thingy. lols. and it was too much! grace, now we know, we'll share one plate next time. lols! then we talked alot! ALOT! it's funny how two people who almost agree on nothing, and have totally different backgrounds, and in different schools, can talk so much. i mean i tell her things i dont even tell my sister. grace, you are one privileged girl. heh. so we talked at pastamania, and we talked at tcc. and at esplanade. we're not lesbians. but the people at esplanade might have thought so. but who cares. i see them once in a life time. lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so anyway, i had a great time talking to her. and when we were at esplanade we came to the foyer thingy? i dont know what that place is called. it's around mrs field. anyway, this acapella band were having their sound check there. THEY WERE SO COOL!!! i mean the 'drummer' was like so cool la! both of us were like smitten. from esplanade all the way back we were talking about them non stop. they're playing at esplanade, or rather singing at esplanade, at 9pm. and i obviously cant go out that late. drats! anyway, the mosaic thing is $48!! that's the cheapest ticket! and TONIGHT is the blues concert! AHHHH!!!! but i obviously cant afford it. there's another one at wednesday. man! why cant it be free. lols! oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that's my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have to start on my lit research thingy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114216681139712283?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114216681139712283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114216681139712283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114216681139712283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114216681139712283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/physics-remedial-tomorrow.html' title='physics remedial tomorrow. &gt;.&lt;&quot;'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114206789068636647</id><published>2006-03-11T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:04:50.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW the holidays begin!!! hahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm ecstatic! i'm overjoyed! i'm over the moon!!!!!! MY PIANO EXAM'S OVER!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;seriously. gosh!!! i'm the happiest girl on the face of the earth. anyway. the most disgusting thing happened to me on my way to my piano exam. while i was walking to the busstop from my house. some old OLD man on a bicycle winked at me. he was like looking, looking, looking then he winked. eEWEWEwEWEWe. i wished he just knocked into a lampost and got flunged of his bike. if prasiddha was there, she would be all "EEee!chikopehh! lols! and my skirt wasnt even short la. crazy old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;anyway. i guess that's it then. my exam's over! woo hoooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114206789068636647?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114206789068636647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114206789068636647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114206789068636647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114206789068636647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/now-holidays-begin-hahahahahaha.html' title='NOW the holidays begin!!! hahahahahaha'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114204377946507023</id><published>2006-03-11T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:24:19.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no. OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oh man. it's four hours to my exam. and butterflies are flooding my stomach. oh gosh. imagine what it'll be like just 10 minutes outside the room. or when i'm sitting at my desk, waiting for that dreaded paper to come. &gt;.&lt; ahhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i better go do somemore last minute cramming.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114204377946507023?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114204377946507023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114204377946507023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114204377946507023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114204377946507023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-no-oh-no.html' title='oh no. OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114199483384553733</id><published>2006-03-10T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:47:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how many meh meh jumped over the wall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;this is my 80th post. cool huh. heh. and to think i started this whole blog thing because i was bored during the holidays. guess i'll try to keep this up as long as i can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;for those who are thinking.. aint she gonna start preparing for her piano exam? yes yes.. as soon as i'm done with this blog. i cant believe it!!! it's tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i might just pee in my pants (or skirt, whichever i feel like wearing tomorrow)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;today was okay, as usual. haha. everyday's okay to me. this proves one thing. my life is so boring. but boring, isnt exactly a bad thing, right? but it was a very bad start to the holidays. okay. recently, there's been these fights in school. i'll start with the one i feel very strongly against. okay. weizhi and andy fought. andy, as in andy lin. not andy koh. so anyway. can you believe the fight started just because of sweets? i forgot the details really. but i do remember weizhi poured water on andy, then andy poured &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERBAL TEA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on weizhi. and it splashed onto yichou's shirt as well. okay, weizhi did start it. he admitted it himself. he said he din mind getting cained. my point is. when mr soh was interogating them, andy denied having to pour the herbal tea on weizhi. here's what he said: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"i didnt pour the herbal tea! it was on the floor then it spilt!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and how dumb is mr soh to believe him. i mean, if the herbal tea was on the floor, how did it splash onto weizhi's BLOUSE? i mean weizhi isnt short la. and andy gets away scott-free! now i understand when people say he is a born liar. not to mention a total coward. if he's so afraid of getting cained, why did he even splash the herbal tea in the first place? guys and their ego.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and yichou... i'm not too sure about that though. but yichou so did not do anything, and he's getting public caining for scolding vulgarities, and uhh. i have no idea what. but i just learnt from fizzy that it's postponed. so hopefully yichou wont get cained. he shouldnt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so anyway, i stayed back after school for awhile. i din wanna go home under the scorching sun. meanwhile, i did emath. oh yes, i had quite a good laugh after class. we were playing the "how many meh meh jump over the wall" game. oh gosh. those people who didnt know how to play it were hilarious. and the "bang bang bang" game. yea. and darren still doesnt know how to play it. lols! go figure it out. so that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;alright. i better get to my piano thingy. and a big thank you to those who wished me good luck! i'll certainly need lots of luck. keep your fingers crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114199483384553733?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114199483384553733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114199483384553733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114199483384553733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114199483384553733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-many-meh-meh-jumped-over-wall.html' title='how many meh meh jumped over the wall?'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114191911689239175</id><published>2006-03-09T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:45:16.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i'm just a nobody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;today was... horrid? well not really. it wasnt great. that's all. well, at least the radio dj's playing nice songs. anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;school was oookay. but more to the bad side. heh. we had e math, then mother tongue, then chem (i was practically sleeping) then free period. cuz there's this pc thing. actually, you know what? i have no idea why we had that free period. but anyway, there was this free period. and we went to mr lim's class to do the chinese compo. and just as i was about to start, those guys in my class started throwing paper balls across the classroom. so happen that i was in the middle. gosh! what a seat. so anyway, can you believe they still play with paper balls? and guess what? peera threw that stupid paperball, and it smacked right onto my cheek. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;then, it was public speaking time!!!!! lols. i din enjoy it. i mean when i had to present. i was really having cold feet. but i did enjoy other people's presentation. and after that, i had to go home for piano lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;oh yes, the journey back home was pure torture! i didnt know going back at 5.30 would be worst than going back at 6.30. i mean at 6.30, the bus is packed with working people. at 5.30, the bus is packed with construction workers. i'm not being racist here. but it seems to me that those workers are more desperate to get onto the bus than those working people. i mean they squeezed and squeezed, as if that was the only bus in the world. do you know how annoying and uncomfortable it is, when someone's hand is over your head, desperately trying to reach for that little dangling triangle plastic thingy hanging from the ceiling of the bus? i mean you turn your head around, and you're facing that fella's underarms. argh! gross much?! and they were literally breathing down my neck! i know i'm short, but is it my fault? if i wasnt rushing home, i would have gotten down and take the next bus, or the next next bus, or the next next next next next next next next bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;okay so after dinner. the worst thing happened. i quarrelled with my sister. and guessed what? i got locked out of my OWN room. how sickening is that? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOCKED OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; room! i just had to go out and wash my hands, and get locked out. and i was stucked outside my door, with nothing to do for 45 minutes! way to waste time sam... but this is inevitable really. i knew we were going to quarrel more often since she moved into my room. for those of you who dont know, when my grandfather's discharged, he's gonna stay with me. so my sister is moving in with me. so, there's bound to be more conflict. oh wells. i hope this ends soon. but from experience, our cold war usually lasts a long looong looooooooooooooong time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;alright, i guess i better be going now. it's late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114191911689239175?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114191911689239175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114191911689239175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114191911689239175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114191911689239175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-im-just-nobody.html' title='so i&apos;m just a nobody'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114173727038807773</id><published>2006-03-07T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:14:30.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day:"Cher... You know how many pages is the dnt folio anot? MANY PAGES!!!"      xDDDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the week so far has been okay. we got back all our ca results. anyways, i'm inching nearer and nearer to my piano exam! argh!! this sucks! i seriously seriously dont wanna fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh yes. i know why mrs chow is on leave. she's having an operation. she'll be away for 3 weeks. i hope she get's well soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm slowly getting used to my teachers. i mean they arent so bad once you get used to them. i mean look at mr lim. he's making an effort to at least smile during lesson. plus! he gave me 3 marks so i could pass my chinese CA! haha. but that isnt why i think he's good. i aint that bias. today's assembly was pretty cool. i din really enjoy the dance by studio wu, instead, the funny part was when volunteers went up to dance. this upper sec malay guy was really hilarious. i mean, he did that worm thing. i have no idea how to put it here, but beattyians, you should know. it was hilarious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then after school, i went out with aishu, muimui and belle to mac. then when i returned back to school, there were so little people left! i mean where did everybody go? i expected a 'crowd' to be there. well, apparently everyone went home. so oh well, at least ray was there. and fact 1 about ray: he gets turned on not by seeing girls, but by four-legged furry animals. namely, the dog. xDDD. dude!!!! go see a doctor! hahas. but i'm sure he's just joking. so anyway, i managed to finish most of my homework there. so that's why i can afford to blog here. there's chem test tomorrow. lalalalala. oh yes. and one thing i've learnt this year so far, is that never comment about anything before a test, after test, and when you get your results. you know why? cause it's better to shut up. trust me. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there's training tomorrow!! AGAIN! i think they're having some selection thingy. i heard that it's only for the 'c' girls, but jhans, on the 0ther hand, heard that it was for both the 'b' girls and 'c' girls. well........ if there IS a selection for the 'b' girls, i guess i would be the first to get kicked off the team. i dont mind really, i just hope they wont take away my points. other than that, i'm perfectly fine with it. gawsh. i really dread every sickening second of this pointless training. and i also heard that we're gonna have training on friday. i usually am day dreaming during those meetings after training. so i couldnt really pick out everything the coach said. but what i heard is that we are having physical training on friday??? as if i aint busy enough????? but if he doesnt come on that day, it makes things a little better. sigh. oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay. i guess i better go now. before my mama nags at me again. it's all for my own good..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114173727038807773?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114173727038807773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114173727038807773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114173727038807773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114173727038807773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-of-daycher-you-know-how-many.html' title='Quote of the Day:&quot;Cher... You know how many pages is the dnt folio anot? MANY PAGES!!!&quot;      xDDDD'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114147767838838825</id><published>2006-03-04T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T21:07:58.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder who is bapalapa-shapalapa-ding-dong..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmmms. today has been a tiring day. i had cell group. oh yes, i was the keyboardist. or rather sythesize-ist. lols. anyway, it wasnt fun.. but oh well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;then after cell, sis and i went to kfc. it has been a loooong time since i went to kfc. i think. oh yes, then i had to go straight home soon after. it's that time of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;maybe that's why i've been having these mood swings for the past week. MAYBE. i aint saying it is. just maybe. but seriously. THAT sucks. especially when IT comes with cramps. so guys who are attached, when your girlfriends are having THAT, be smart, and dont make them angry. like mrs chow said, when a woman's angry, she can do anything! heh. well, something like that. i forgot the exact words she said. i hope mrs chow is okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alright, i better get back to my piano homework. like i said, i'm gonna work hard for it. lest i fail it. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114147767838838825?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114147767838838825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114147767838838825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114147767838838825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114147767838838825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wonder-who-is-bapalapa-shapalapa.html' title='i wonder who is bapalapa-shapalapa-ding-dong..'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114139185982680063</id><published>2006-03-03T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:17:39.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my name is bapalapa-shapalapa-ding-dong. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i dont feel like blogging. but, i wont let my loyal blog fans down, i'll just blog. hees. okay. i think mrs chow is on long term leave. aw man! i miss her. hahas. i miss her cute-ness. she's like the cutest teacher alive. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;okay, i shall go in order. firstly, right after assembly, i had to go to miss lio's classroom to look for my water bottle. i left it there after the public speaking course yesterday. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;then it was amath. i think miss tuan is slowly getting pissed off with our class. but, she's a very good teacher. patient i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;then ting xie. as usual, i was half sleeping. i just cant help it. whenever it's chinese, my brain's like programed to sleep or something. i dont know why. and when i just try to keep myself awake, i end up having migrane. maybe i should get a medical certificate, to say that i'm allergic to chinese or something. hahas! a girl can dream cant she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;after school, i went to catch big mama with aishu, sukmiiiii, leeyen and mega. it was funny. that show isnt bad. but not fantastic. but it's the company that counts right? come to think about it, there isnt any movie of late that has really left a great impact on me. then after the movie, we went to mac just sit and talk, and sleep. and pretty much do nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so that was my day. how was yours? lols. dont bother answering. i'm just asking for the sake of asking. heh. i loooove that song in xuan's blog! if we go on together. okay. i guess that's about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114139185982680063?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114139185982680063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114139185982680063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114139185982680063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114139185982680063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-name-is-bapalapa-shapalapa-ding.html' title='my name is bapalapa-shapalapa-ding-dong. :D'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114122613583881625</id><published>2006-03-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:15:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there goes my self-discipline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;okayokay! i admit. i couldnt resist the computer. well, technically the laptop. i finished my homework, there's no test tomorrow. so.... i just couldnt resist it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;today was relatively okay, i got back my physics test. i passed by half a mark. i expected myself to fail, so really the pass to me was really unexpected. for those of ya'll who STILL choose to think "aiya, sam, you dont need to study also can pass la", forget it! i give up. i shant waste my time explaining to you people. if ya'll wanna carry on thinking this way, i cant do anything about it can i? though, i must say, it is highly irritating, annoying, and not forgetting a pain in the ass. i shant carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;training was surprisingly okay. i mean sure, the coach still pissed me off. but the training as a whole was okay. or maybe i'm just learning to resign to my fate. afterall, i cant do anything about it. i'll just have to painstakingly go through the torment of seeing him twice a week. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;okay. i'm braindead. i just vented everything out to my sis and my mom. some things just cant be written here. and who else better to trust than your family members?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;alright. i better stop. get a good night's rest. oh yes, i still have my chinese blog.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114122613583881625?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114122613583881625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114122613583881625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114122613583881625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114122613583881625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-goes-my-self-discipline.html' title='there goes my self-discipline'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114095823654044217</id><published>2006-02-26T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:50:36.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the capital of duh. uhhhhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;lalalala. i'm crazy. i have so much to do, and yet i'm online. but! i'm here for a reason. i just came online to sign up for my grade 8 practical. argh! retaking is so un-cool. hehe. anyway, i better pass this time's exam. if i fail AGAIN, my mom wont pay for my piano lessons anymore. and guess what?! the exam's $307! that's crazy! but oh wells. all that for the cert. and... i'm so gonna practice the piano day and night until my fingers have blisters after my theory exam. it was because i was sooo complacent. or rather lazy, the previous exam, that's why i failed. and i'm not, i repeat, NOT gonna let history repeat itself. i'm sick of the exam pieces too. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;i'm just two weeks away from my theory exam. wish me luck! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;anyway, thanks for all your concern. yesterday at cell, the message was super relevant to me. like the message was specially made for me or something. lols. i forgot the details of the message, but whatever it is, it was telling me to cast all my cares unto him. yea. something like that. man! i hate my short memory. so i shant fret so much about the problem. i guess i'll just take one step at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;so anyway, after cell, my sis and i went to macs, then made our way home. and i was rushing my homework. now i believe my mom when she says i have poor time management. exactly! look at this. LOOK AT THIS!!! i'm actually blogging and i havent started studying for my physics test. and oh yes! fyi, i hate it when people say this to me, "aiya, you so smart one... dont need to study also can one la...." seriously. do you think i get my results just like that? oh no, i'm not like peera. hahas. talking about peera, i cant believe he can top the class in math when he's constantly asleep. oh wells. these people are people you should be saying that line to. not people like me. anyway, back to me. soooo. i'm gonna ban myself from the computer starting from after i finish this post. if you see me online on a weekday, feel free to urhh... do something that will make me go offline. hahas. i seriously have baddddd time management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;ohyes, then i had piano lesson after cell, at 7.45. so.. that meant that i missed Pirates of the Carribbean on disney channel! i wanted soooo sooo much to watch that show. i only managed to catch the first few parts and the last part. so anyone! with the vcd or dvd, please please!!! lend it to me? hehe. so anyway. my piano teacher came. her eyes were red. and i, stupidly, went to ask her, "ehh. cher. how come your eyes so red?" i thought she just came back from work and was feeling tired. but she was crying! argh. dumb, sam. DUMB! okay, she just got a divorce. funny thing. her divorce was over the children, and in law. her husband and her relationship was pretty good. so anyway, both parents want the custody of the three kids. but, her husband, being such a dirtball, made false, groundless accusations of her abusing her kids. so the custody went to the husband. okay. obviously, she did not abuse her kids! let me tell you what false accusations her husband said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she belts her kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her brother pinched her youngest daughter's private part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;okay, i forgot, but there were more! okay, firstly, she did not belt her kids, she uses a belt, but she hits it on the furniture to 'scare' them. and her brother sooo did not pinch her youngest daughter's private part. you might be thinking, why did i sooo readily believe her. firstly, she doesnt have any reason to lie to me. secondly, i've known her since K2! duhhh!! and her husband even made the youngest daugher go for full body check up. and that means blood test, and stripping in front of the doctor. i mean the doctor has to check. i mean imagine the trauma the daughter is going through. eww. so why my teacher cried on saturday, she had to bring her youngest daughter back to the father's house. and the youngest daughter didnt want to go, and cried la. so... divorce harms the children. oh yes! and when her husband reported the abuse to the police, the police didnt care much about the case, cuz they knew it was fake, and they thought it wasnt important. and who knew, the judge actually took those into consideration. and because of that, it was so hard for my teacher to find a lawyer, cuz the lawyer also believed that she was a abuser, until her youngest daughter sent her a sms saying, "mommy, i miss you" see! what a dirtball! jerk.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay, today's service was pretty boring. then after service, the youth went out to eat, cuz uncle james gave us money for helping him out at his wedding. but i decided to pass. i guess ya'll should know why. so i followed my mom to thomson plaza. she had to get some boxes to pack the house. my granddad's moving in as soon as he gets discharged from the hospital. so i went to popular to reload my pencilbox. lols. and, to ntuc. so it wasnt so bad. i mean hey! i helped my mom with her errands, spent quality time with her. so yea, my afternoon was pretty well spent. i'm such a filial daughter arent i? xDD.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhh. there's training tomorrow. and since i had piano lesson on saturday, i cant leave training early tomorrow, which means more painful seconds of seeing the coach's face. yes, that is how much i dread seeing his face. or rather, going for his training. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;alright, it's getting late, i still have to do my newspaper cutting. ahhhh!! shoot me will you? i'm as good as dead anyway.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114095823654044217?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114095823654044217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114095823654044217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the record, i'm still depressed. well not depressed as in i'll cut myself. that's just downright stupid. i'm not wallowing in self-pity too, if that's what you're thinking. shitt.. i think i'm turning into a paranoid. i cant even do my work properly. i'm suppose to be doing my piano homework, and here i am blogging. argh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant believe after sooooo many years, things have not changed. history's repeating itself allll over again. and at the beginning of the year, i thought this would end. seriously, i'm getting sick and tired of it. oh great. i forgot what i wanted to say. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pppphhffffff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114083202678267746?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114083202678267746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114083202678267746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114083202678267746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114083202678267746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/cow-moo-ed.html' title='The cow moo-ed.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114078965877188461</id><published>2006-02-24T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:00:58.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tsktsktsk. it's the weekend, but i aint happy. too many things on my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyways, pe was okay today... the emath test was okay too. i just forgot how to solve perfect squares. but it's just a test. then physics was okay. aishu was entertaining me. lols. then mother tongue was okay too. i got back my geography test. i'm satisfied. but there's definitely room for improvement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;arghhh! my mom just came in and nagged that i'm spending toooo much time on the computer. i already planned to wake up eeearly tomorrow to complete my homework. yada yada yada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm super duper flustered now. so if you're smart, you'll know what to do. i cant stand it! i'm so frustrated. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ibatiofxgiat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;okay, firstly, tests are coming in, it's the common test period. so there's test, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after test,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;after test.&lt;/span&gt; and to top it all, my piano exam's coming. i cant afford to fail. do you know how much it is to take that exam! and i want to quickly finish my piano thingy. i already received the confirmation letter thingy. 11 march! at HDB hub, again! that's the place i failed my grade 6 or 7 practical. i forgot which. oh that dreaded place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay, then after school, aishu and i went to mac. sukma came later. cheer up yea? i know it's hard. especially when it came from a person who's frustrated. okay, while walking to mac, and in mac. i had a lonnng talk with aishuu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey, i'm really sorry i wasnt there for you. maybe i just aint sensitive enough. i thought it was just mood swings. but hey! how dumb can i get. my dear aishu doesnt get mood swings does she. =D. but still i'm sorry. i guess i was too caught up in my own stuff. and thanks gal, i had fun. though the spastic pictures are really spastic, it'll remind me of today. :). (oh yes, and those of you who think you look spastic in photos, wait till you see mine.) but after fun, reality smacks you right on your face. still, i'm flustered. but it's nice to know there's someone there. i guess. but, i dont want to dump my problems on her. it's not that i dont trust you. i just think that you have enough problems yourself. you need to take a rest. :) that's why we stopped talking about 'problems' halfway through right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and to sher: i'm sorry too. i've been such a jerk to you. i'm not sure 'jerk' is the right word to use here, but that's how i feel. i've been a very very bad friend. i feel like such a bitch. yea, the same thing again,  i wasnt sensitive enough. too caught up with myself. i really really am sorry. it's probably my fault we've drifted apart. since last year, i was too caught up with exams, i totally forgot what's more important. and well, it continued well till this year. i'm sorry. give me time okay? i need to sort things out. trust me, it isnt easy being me. dont get me wrong, that's not an excuse. i'm not sure if she'll read it. but it's worth a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this problem. was just there since i stepped into school. funny how things work out. in primary school, i was the one being left out and all. and oh how i wished i was the person in the middle. but now. looks like i got what i 'wanted'. &gt;.&lt;" and trust me. it isnt nice. not one bit. and please, if you think i'm typing all this out just because i crave attention, i'm sorry, you dont know me well enough.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114078965877188461?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114078965877188461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114078965877188461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114078965877188461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114078965877188461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114070213613272866</id><published>2006-02-23T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:42:16.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;thursday shmursday. lols. today was okay. normal day. that's how boring my life is. oh yes! i lost my chinese newspaper. but, it's nothing compared to hexun's lost. poor hexun, lost his handphone. well, but at least he's parents didnt kill him. unlike me, my dad still doesnt know about my stolen phone. hmphs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;then, the public speaking course was okay. i was a little sleepy at the start. then slowly, the lesson got better. after the course, the same few stayed back.. i was practicing my e math. there's a test tomorrow. so yea. oh ya! then i went home with ray. everytime he goes to the bus stop with me, my bus comes very VERY fast. so thanks! go to central more often yea? lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;okay. i'm brain dead. cant think of anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114070213613272866?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114070213613272866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114070213613272866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114070213613272866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114070213613272866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114061560096452141</id><published>2006-02-22T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:44:16.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll gouge out your eyeballs and feed 'em to the dogs. hmphs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today's training sucked!! argh. i'm so pissed with that coach. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as;lkfj34^@&amp;246SADahedrhy54&amp;amp;W457e$Y27&amp;amp;*wershs!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; arghhhh!!!!!!!!! he so ruined my mood for the rest of the day. well, thankfully training's at the end of the day. so he din ruin majority of my day. i feel like gouging his eyeballs out and feed them to the dogs!! arghhh. okok. forgive and forget. xDD. it's hard okay....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the school day was okay. geography was pretty normal, then A. math, and ss. AND, as usual, we couldnt find a seat. so we had to squeeze. and now, the moment you all have been waiting for..... yes, i &lt;em&gt;failed&lt;/em&gt; my chinese test. i cant believe jiayan got 42! she's top in our class btw. so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS jiayan!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or should i say jiayan-r. lols. anyway, back to me. i expected myself to fail. i mean hellooo?!?! i passed my chinese spelling by a measly 1 mark. but hey! i didnt fail THAT badly. so i'm kinda satisfied. though i really really wanna pass. well AT LEAST a pass.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i survived today's chinese lesson. TWO WHOLE PERIODS! lols. i guess mr lim isnt all that bad. i mean his lesson today wasnt bad. he even gave us a break. so yea. that really helped me stay awake for the rest of the lesson. and the rest of the lessons for the day was pretty normal. then came training......&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know where to start. i'm so angry. we had this drill thingy, and he'ld spike the ball at us. so okay, for those of you who know me, you should know that i'm afraid of balls. dont think otherwise. i really mean balls. so why did i join volleyball you ask? i dont know really. it's a long story. but whatever it is, i'm stuck with this cca, and that coach. THAT coach. so anyway, when he jump-spiked the ball, i dodged. i mean. that's like natural reaction for me. then he continued spiking the ball really hard at me. but i seriously dont mind, i mean if it's for training wise. so when i told him can he not jump, i wanted to start off small. then he was like "what's the difference if i jump? huh? huh? what's the difference?" yes, that's the way he talks. simply irritates me. like DUHHHH. the ball will be harder. okay, so maybe he has higher expectations of me cuz i'm a sec 3. but helloo?!?! he did the exact same to a sec 1 girl! i mean hellooooo?! that's her third training! only her third training! that's like crazy la can. arghh. i still have to see him on monday! and for the rest of the mondays and wednesdays for one and a half more years!!!! ARGHHHHH. and i cant leave early on monday next week! my teacher brought forward the lesson to saturday! hmphs.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, after training, cheryl mui, sher and i went to the canteen. xuan, lalatif, hexun, kenneth, ray were about to leave. but i managed to make them stay and accompany me to do math. heh. unless they were staying back for other reasons.. but anyhow, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS KENNETH AND RAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for helping me with my amath. i think i kinda lost my sanity after my training. i was far too pissed. but when i reached home, i knew how to do it! lols. or maybe cuz i already done it once. anyhow, thanks you guys!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh yess, and before i forget, thanks cheryl muimui, for letting me vent my anger during training. dont get the wrong idea, i din vent it out ON her. i dont know how to say it. anyhow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks gal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;toodles ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114061560096452141?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114061560096452141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114061560096452141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114061560096452141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114061560096452141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/ill-gouge-out-your-eyeballs-and-feed.html' title='i&apos;ll gouge out your eyeballs and feed &apos;em to the dogs. hmphs.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114052878335862953</id><published>2006-02-21T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:33:03.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a tuesday. tralalalala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;well, tuesday isnt a very happy day. the school hours are long. but, it's a science-free day. so it isnt all that bad. guess what?! i passed my chinese spelling test!! go me!! but it was a 51. dont get me wrong. i'm happy i passed. more than happy. i'm over the moon! but that also means my chinese test is hopeless. there is no way i can pass my chinese test. but oh well, i'll get back my paper tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;today after school wasnt bad. i managed to finish my homework in school. yay! that's why i'm blogging now. and i reached home just in time for my piano lesson. actually i reached home 20 minutes before my piano lesson started. so i had time to indulge in the wine chocolates that were left over from christmas. yummies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and i finally can type chinese characters into my com, thanks to hsuan hsuan. thanks!! well, as you guys should know, i'm techno-idiot. so yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;okay. i'm off to my chinese blog, to see if i can type something out. do visit it. and oh yes, do watch out for the next episode of my life, where my chinese test marks will be revealed! lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114052878335862953?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114052878335862953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114052878335862953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114052878335862953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114052878335862953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-tuesday-tralalalala.html' title='it&apos;s a tuesday. tralalalala.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114044009327852992</id><published>2006-02-20T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:54:53.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more monday blues! well, for today that is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay, since i din have time to blog about yesterday, i shall talk about it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yesterday, which was sunday, was okay i guess. graciee, on the other hand was exceptionally down. i woke up &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extremely &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;perky yesterday, well, and today. so after service, graciee and i made our way to compass point. cuz i needed to pay my library fines, and get mega her present. (i hope she likes it!) then, i got hungry, as usual. i mean i was totally pigging out on sunday! i had this huge bowl of porridge, then chocolate cake. then when i reached compass point, i had curry puff, and that seven-eleven hotties snack, sprite. then i was STILL hungry, so graciee and i made our way to mac, and we shared a medium fries, and i had mcflurry. goshh. i'm such a pig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so at mac, graciee FINALLY told me why she was so glum. well, part of it. and later, when i sorta helped her settled it. she finally had the appetite to eat. so yea, she bought sundae. i'm such a good friend! xDD. okok. enough about me, i'm glad she's happy. well, sorta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so today, i was exceptionally perky AGAIN. i had a great day, i mean despite training. i dont know why. i just feel perky. gawshh. those mood swings must be getting to me. i mean if you looked at my previous previous post, i was like depressed or sth. so anyway, E math was okay. then was chemistry. i'm beginning to like chemistry! i mean today's lesson was sooo easy to understand. we were starting on equations. that's like so cool. i dont know why. then physics was pretty easy too. oh yes! i din screw up my physics test. go me! bwahahahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so anyway, after school, yada yada yada, then training, so i got to leave early. teeheehee. i told him i had to go at 4.45 but actually my lesson was suppose to start at 7. LOL! so yea, that was my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay, now, i really have to go study for my geog test. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114044009327852992?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114044009327852992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114044009327852992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114044009327852992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114044009327852992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-more-monday-blues-well-for-today.html' title='no more monday blues! well, for today that is.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114035920916365878</id><published>2006-02-19T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:26:49.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you!! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay. i'm gonna keep my post short, since my sister is bugging me to use the com. and i've yet to finish my theory homework. so here goes, i just wanna thank all those who tagged my board. really, thanks for you concern. i kinda got over it over the weekend, but still, it still feels nice to have those messages. THANKS LOADS!! i love ya'll!! =))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114035920916365878?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114035920916365878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114035920916365878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114035920916365878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114035920916365878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/thank-you-d.html' title='thank you!! =D'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114018923650558141</id><published>2006-02-17T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:13:56.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my very messed up head. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm bored. kinda obvious aint it. i'm blogging for the second time within a night. bwahahas. i'm tired. but i dont feel like sleeping. i just have so much on my mind. arghh. sometimes i wish i owned a brainwashing machine. then i can just erase my mind of unwanted memories. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but i cant exactly say my life sucks. cause it obviously aint true. i have so many things to be thankful about. i guess that's just human nature. we're never satisfied. so you people, who always say that life sucks, think twice the next time you're going to say it. you know what, i should talk about other things to get my mind of stuff. yes, STUFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay, tomorrow's uncle james' wedding. i havent decided what to wear. lols. oh wells. arghh. i'm still thinking about STUFF. or maybe i should go to sleep. yea, i should. and hopefully, i'll forget about it tomorrow. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh yes, and before i go, i'ld like to say.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEGA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay, now i'ld go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114018923650558141?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114018923650558141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114018923650558141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114018923650558141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114018923650558141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-and-my-very-messed-up-head.html' title='me and my very messed up head. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114018051408603025</id><published>2006-02-17T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:48:34.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday? doesnt seem like friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm backkkkk. okay. today wasnt fantastic though it was a friday. okay, first we had pe. and we had crickets. so yea, it was quite fun. then a math test, which wasnt as hard as i expected it to be. but i wont do veryyy well either. but i'll settle for average. lols. i survived chinese. and it was the end of the school day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it was pretty boring in school though. i mean i finished my geog homework by 3. then the guys went to the IT lab. so i tagged along. nono, wait, i didnt really have a choice. i got threatened with my wallet. -.- so anyways, i was very bored at the lab too. i dont know why, but this whole week has been so dreary. or is it my mood swings. do i have mood swings? blahhssss. then after that, wf ray and i went back down to the canteen. and yea, i left soon after. wasnt in the best of moods after a certain someone passed a comment. i was kinda glad that aish and cheryl werent walking the same way as me. not that i dont like their company, it's just that i needed some time alone. i dont know if that comment was a joke or something else, but that certain someone certainly sounded serious. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've been pretty messed up these few days. i dont know why. hmphs. but anyways, to my loyal blog fans, xDD, dont let my mood get to you. lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114018051408603025?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114018051408603025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114018051408603025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114018051408603025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114018051408603025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday-doesnt-seem-like-friday.html' title='friday? doesnt seem like friday.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114009641835219854</id><published>2006-02-16T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:26:58.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blast that chinese test. i shall ban the chinese language once i'm president. lols.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lets see. today's public speaking course wasnt as bad as i expected it to be. i'm soooo in love with the ang moh guy's accent. ahhhh! xDD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh yes, i'm so gonna flunk my chinese test. and when i mean fail. i really mean fail. why do i say so? i'm not those sorta people who say these sorta things for the sake of just saying it. if i really miraculously happen to pass, it means mr lim LOVES me or, the answers in my paper magically changed. i was half sleeping while during the paper, half daydreaming. how high can i get? i gave up after reading the first paragraph of the paper. i was really really tired, and i didnt understand the passage or questions. so i just guessed my way through. i'ld be very happy if i can just pass. really. lols. but oh wells, it's over. i have to worry bout my a. math test now. sheesh. i hate logarithms. and logarithms hates me. i dont understand! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh yes, and my geography homework is currently with hexun. i'm just praying he'ld do it for me. hahas. but anyways, i didnt have to carry it back, so it isnt all that bad. oh yes, my chinese blog :&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chinesey-chinese.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://chinesey-chinese.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. it's under my links. so yea, take a look if you wanna see my horrible chinese. lols. i dont have a choice. it's part of the chinese curriculum. so oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okayokay. i better get going. i dont have much time to brush up on my logarithms. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yes, keep your fingers crossed for my a math test tomorrow. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114009641835219854?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114009641835219854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114009641835219854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114009641835219854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114009641835219854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/blast-that-chinese-test-i-shall-ban.html' title='blast that chinese test. i shall ban the chinese language once i&apos;m president. lols.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-114001457736465340</id><published>2006-02-15T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:42:57.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmphs. my tagboard's crazy. everything's crazy.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; awp%&amp;*(%6785GFJDTi56J5dgfjer&amp;amp;^5832456%7Hreu65$I76%&amp;$(%&amp;amp;*3&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; andddd. i have this chinese test tomorrow. arghhhhh. and i'm using the computer instead of studying! go me! xDD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today's training was ookay. but only because the sec 1s were there. so yea. jerry still made the whole training suck. okay, what i do remember was that he said someone threw a stone at him. and when the stone was 'thrown' at him, all of us were doing some drill. so how was it possible that anyone of us threw the stone at him? yes, yes, we all do hate him. but, we were occupied at that moment. and he came over and was all like " someone threw a stone at me. when i find out who that person is, i make sure that person goes to prison. uhh. okay kay?" arghh. i just hate the way he speaks. yea, yea, you're a policeman. big deal? puhlease. it's just a stone. and my point is, none of us did it! helloooooo. we're far far away, doing some stupid drill that you had us to do. sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;every second more i see his face irks me even more. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-114001457736465340?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/114001457736465340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=114001457736465340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114001457736465340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/114001457736465340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='&gt;.&lt;&quot;'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113992287269981615</id><published>2006-02-14T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:14:32.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalalalalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i was right! i slept halfway while studying for my ss. well, it wasnt really halfway, i slept after reading a few lines. lols. but i dont think i'll fail though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;today's valentine's day. i'm starting to wonder what will esplanade look like now. with all the mushy wushy couples. lols. anyway, for beatty secondary, or rather 2e1`05, valentine's day = choco day! lols. there were chocs, chocs and more chocs. yummies! so, i had a packet of tissue and drink from lalatif. so yea, i'll get you a nice bday gift kae? and e bookmark thingy from hexun. thanks! =). i din expect all the 2e1ians to bring things for the class! i'm so sorry guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay, i'm soooo hating logarithms now. i took 3 hours to complete my homework! or maybe 2 hours plus plus. haiz. and i'm having a test this friday. wish me luck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;urh. i guess that's it for today. brain dead. lols. okay.. urhh. yea, i have to do my book review. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113992287269981615?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113992287269981615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113992287269981615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113992287269981615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113992287269981615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/lalalalalalalalala.html' title='lalalalalalalalala'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113984454146139283</id><published>2006-02-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:29:02.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piano shmiano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmmms. i'm suppose to be studying for my ss test. and here i am blogging. something is wrong with me. lols. but no worries, i'll be studying later, i'll just sleep halfway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh yes, my physics test was really really badly done. but ohwells, it's the first test. i'll work doubly hard the next test. hmms. lets see. today was really hectic. i had to rush for piano lesson. and as usual, i slept during my piano lesson while my teacher was marking my work. really bueh tahan!! lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay. so after school, i was in this huge dilemma on whether to go for training. cuz i had not finished my theory homework. and if i were to go for training, it would end very late, and i wouldnt have time to complete my homework. so thanks to sheryl's great suggestion, to go for training first, then leave early, i could complete half of my homework. yay sheryl! lols. but i still had to go home alone. oh wells. i'm used to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay. i better go now. oh yes, and to all you lovey dovey couples out there. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY EARLY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113984454146139283?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113984454146139283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113984454146139283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113984454146139283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113984454146139283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/piano-shmiano.html' title='piano shmiano.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113975265693798535</id><published>2006-02-12T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:01:30.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday sis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;today was okay. i'm so bloated! i just had a feast and marche. lols. my sister's birthday. soooo... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY SIS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;okay. church was okayyyy. then, after church, we went to my ahma's house for some gathering. then i had a long afternoon nap. i mean woahh. it has been ages since i had an afternoon nap. so yea. then after that, we went to the hospital. my poor grandad, i mean he looks so sickly. he's in the intensive care unit btw. but thankfully, he's in much better shape today. but, there's much more room for improvement. so my sis and i helped him massage his legs, cuz he's too weak to move! so he's legs are like. urhm. i dont know how to say it. but yea, i feel so good helping my grandad. though it's nothing much. i cant really speak to him. as you know, my chinese is very bad, and i cant express myself in chinese. so all i did was just stand by his bed, massaging him, and smiling. lols! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;after an hour, we made our way to MARCHE! i ate and ate and ate. yea.. lols. and yes, i got myself a awwwringe jacket! but it's mostly white, except for the sleeves, that are orange. but it's fabulous! i'm soooo in love with my new jacket. wuhahahahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;alright, i better go now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113975265693798535?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113975265693798535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113975265693798535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113975265693798535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113975265693798535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-sis.html' title='happy birthday sis!'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113967109311410302</id><published>2006-02-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:18:13.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you guys are expecting another post about john lennon and john denver..... TOO BAD! xDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay. let's see. today, i woke up late. so i had to rushhh to church. and as a result, i didnt get to eat breakfast. lets see, up till 2pm, i only had 2 pieces of&lt;em&gt; bah kwas&lt;/em&gt;. then finally. adam ge ordered &lt;em&gt;hor fun&lt;/em&gt; for us. YUMMIES! i devoured the whole box like i didnt have food for months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay. oh yes! before i forget. guess who i met at tiong? aaron poh and qian hui. okay. aaron's  first reaction when he saw me was:"SHIT!". look how would you feel? i mean does my face really remind you of shit? i dont think i'm that horrible. but i guess it's fair. i dont like you, it's fair you dont like me either. i dont care. and i guess he met up with qianhui. but hey! do i care? it was just pretty awkward. but i'm used to shutting up when i'm with my churchmates. so to them, i'm probably the quiet girl who doesnt say anything. i mean i dont know. i'm just guessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cell itself was pretty boring. and after cell, they went to support rongjie for some talentine thingy. i'm not sure what it is. but i didnt wanna go. i mean gracie wasnt going, my sis wasnt going. why bother? i mean they dont talk to me. to be frank, i dont really enjoy their company. i know i'm gonna risk typing all these as some lifeliners MIGHT read this. but i'm not ruining anyone's reputation whatsoever. so anyway, yea. they're so cliquey and all. and if i tag along, i'll probably be like following them, with no company whatsoever. what's the point right? i dont get what they're talking about. besides, i think they're discriminating. they critisize you. whether or not they're kidding, it still isnt nice. so yea. i have my reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;soooooo. i stayed back in church until about 4.40. jamming with grace. i think poor gracie's having a sore throat now, we were practically screaming to reach the high notes. lols! but it sure was so fun. i can safely i had more fun with her than if i were to go with them to support rong jie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so despite all my negative-ness bout my church, i still believe i'm in there for a reason. i intend to stay there, for all you know, things might change. i'm hoping so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;alright, that's all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113967109311410302?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113967109311410302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113967109311410302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113967109311410302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113967109311410302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-you-guys-are-expecting-another-post.html' title='if you guys are expecting another post about john lennon and john denver..... TOO BAD! xDD'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113958429453623587</id><published>2006-02-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:11:36.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>specially dedicated to John Denver and John Lennon again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;since you guys want a detailed account. i shall start of the story from 6.15 this morning. okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i woke up this morning, not feeling like coming to school as usual. but reluctantly, i managed to lift my sorry butt off my bed, and made my way to the toilet. so yea. got dressed and all that. and when i reached school. my stomach was hurting like. ermms. yea, you get it. it was hurting that badly. so throughout the day i had this intermetent pain in my stomach. even in the coach, on the way to ngee ann poly. so i wasnt exactly in the best of moods when i reached there. besides, the exhibits werent exactly fascinating, whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay, so the main point of this post. while i was at some aircraft section, watching xuan trying to fly a plane, ray and tecksiang came over and asked us to go over to the ktv section of the fair. they said kenneth and hexun were gonna sing. so we wouldnt have missed our monitors singing for the world right? so we rushed there, as if they were some pop celebrity. or maybe that's how they see themselves. in that case, i have nothing to say. xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;our monitors started singing their debut, country roads. one of the singer, is also the singer of "i'm leaving on a jetplane" which is also known to be 3e2's theme song. this song got the audience spurred, and our monitors got more encouraged, and continued singing. wait, actually, they just wanted coupons to spin the wheel. so yea, they had a total of 12 coupons. and kenneth got 3 pens and 2 files. or is it  2 pens and 3 files? there were intervals between the songs. just short ones, when they rushed to spin the wheel and come back in order not to let their enthusiastic fans wait too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after their 2nd or 3rd song, even students from other schools got drawn by their voices. but, their jealousy overwhelmed them, the too wanted the limelight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after this, they sang a duet. and our monitor cum monitress a.k.a hexun made a daring attempt to sing the lady's part of "the end of the world". they would have received a standing ovation if not for the fact that everyone was standing already. lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and finally, the finale of the concert. the monitors concluded their concert with a song, "unchained melody" dedicated to Mr Ho. they could have sang more songs, and not finish their concert so early, but, it was four, and time to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in my opinion, it was really great. the "concert". they pushed aside their ego and started singing. somewhere halfway during the "concert" they even went up stage, with lalatif. and though they were sick, having sore throat and flu, they still sang with all their hearts. (gawshhhh. this is so dramamama!!!!) they sacrificed their pride to sing infront of the crowd, to entertain the boredom of the other classmates, myself included. and did i mention the concert was impromptu?! they had no preparations whatsoever. and the ktv people (who we suspect are talent scouts) were, too, amazed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that's the excursion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"it has been the greatest excursion i have ever had"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a quote taken from the great John Denver. and i guess all the 3e2ians can say the same. i guess 3e2 is off to a great start huh. needless to say, we owe it all to our monitors. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113958429453623587?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113958429453623587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113958429453623587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113958429453623587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113958429453623587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/specially-dedicated-to-john-denver-and_10.html' title='specially dedicated to John Denver and John Lennon again.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113958020022627503</id><published>2006-02-10T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:03:20.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>specially dedicated to John Denver and John Lennon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#ff9900"&gt;okay okay! my post's here. stop rushing me. i cant multi-task. okay. today was okay i guess. more than okay! haha. we didnt have chinese lesson!!! that's like a fantasy! hahas. and best is, i got to skip training! yea, i had this physics excursion thing to ngee ann poly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#ff9900"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#ff9900"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#ff9900"&gt;okay. the initial part was pretty boring. nono, VERY boring. and the part that kenneth and hexun are awaiting.... yea, you guys definitely brought up the mood with your "nice" singing. =). so yea, i guess i can safely say thank you for bringing up the mood for the class. okay. and now you guys are complaining that we didnt throw flowers, kisses. yada yada. sorry la can? lols. and that isnt meant to sound reluctant.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#ff9900"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#ff9900"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#ff9900"&gt;okay. hmms. what else. this is a pretty short post ehh. my brain's dead. uhhh. i guess that should be about it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#ff9900"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#ff9900"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#ff9900"&gt;toodles!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113958020022627503?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113958448493325793</id><published>2006-02-10T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:14:44.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Nanny Named Fran - Ann Hampton Calloway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was working in a bridal shop in Flushing, Queens,&lt;br /&gt;Til her boyfriend kicked her out in one of those crushing scenes.&lt;br /&gt;What was she to do, where was she to go&lt;br /&gt;She was out on her fanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the bridge from Flushing to the Sheffield's door,&lt;br /&gt;She was there to sell make up but the father saw more,&lt;br /&gt;She had style, she had flair, she was there,&lt;br /&gt;That's how she became the Nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have guessed that the girl we described&lt;br /&gt;was just exactly what the doctor prescribed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the father finds her beguiling, watch out C.C.,&lt;br /&gt;The kids are actually smiling, such joie de vivre&lt;br /&gt;She's the lady in red when everybody else is wearing tan.&lt;br /&gt;The flashy girl from Flushing, the Nanny named Fran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27s the lady in red when everybody else is wearing tan.&lt;br /&gt;The flashy girl from Flushing, the Nanny named Fran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113958448493325793?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113958448493325793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113958448493325793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;today was okay i guess. there was briyani!! hahas. but chinese lesson totally ruined my day. sheeeshhh. so anyway, my chinese teacher asked me to stand up and answer some chinese question. so as usual i was sleeping. and i dont know a single phrase off that textbook! so i was like "wo bu hui" that's i dont know,  for those of you who arent chineseee. then he started giving a lecture on what happens if we dont try. yada yada yada. hello? if i had a little clue. just a little. i'ld give it a shot. the point is i dont understand the question. or let's just say everything. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;so after school, as usual, the same few stayed back. did physics. okay. first, we used the wrong answer sheet to check our answers. then, after completing about half of the tutorial, we realised we were doing the wrong unit. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;it's 10 minutes to 11!!! i better sleep. there's chinese tomorrow! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113950040410143680?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113950040410143680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113950040410143680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113950040410143680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113950040410143680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/eeee-chinese.html' title='eeee. chinese...........'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113941143053361991</id><published>2006-02-08T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:10:30.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesdays. i HATE wednesdays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okay. first and foremost. if anduril is one of hexun's my-birthday-is-on-4th-june schemes, i'm gonna ermms. do something really bad to hexun. and for the last and final time,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i did not take hexun's book!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'm being framed!!! i mean why would i wanna take his book la! haiyo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so anyway, today's bag was really really heavy. lols. but that wasnt the worst part of the day. the worst part of the day was... yes, you guessed it! training. it sucked like. ermms. it sucked. totally sucked. okay, here's the thing. jerry wanted us to do some drill. and it was like one at a time. so the rest of us would just be standing there like people with nothing better else to do but to watch some person dig a ball. &gt;.&lt;" so we saw janet, shiqing and siti playing. then janet asked jiayan and i if we wanted to join them. we were hesitant at first, but, janet said she'ld cover for us. btw janet, i still feel bad for you having to take the rap for us. i mean we shouldnt have agreed. but the point is. jerry punished us for doing something which was fruitful. hello?!??!  a group of at least 15 people, waiting for a pathetic ball to touch the ground, and then picking it up. that's just stupid. and his reason: he doesnt want people to feel it's unfair and he wants the team to unite. ughh. look at it this way. if he really really wants the balls to be placed in the basket immediately, he should like split us into groups. then, one group at a time. while that group's at it, the others can do something fruitful. like drills or whatever. there are bound to be more than a person in a group. so they can pick the balls. i mean has he ever thought of that? instead of just a group of people standing waiting for A ball. puhlease. and i'ld just excuse him cuz he's inexperienced. sheesh. seriously, i'm not the only one thinking of quitting the team. and the sad part is i still have one and a half years with him. well, but i guess i should be thankful i get to skip friday's training for some physics excursion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okay. that's enough rantings for a day. i got to get back to my english homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113941143053361991?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113941143053361991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113941143053361991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113941143053361991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113941143053361991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/wednesdays-i-hate-wednesdays.html' title='wednesdays. i HATE wednesdays.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113923688773346999</id><published>2006-02-06T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:41:28.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today was a very boring day. all the lessons were at least two periods each. that means sitting in the same class for two whole periods! but oh wells. i survived school. oh. and i survived my piano lesson without doing my piano homework! lols. but, we must never take forgranted. xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well. training was a real bummer today. i mean. i touched the ball so little times that i can even count the number of times i touched the ball. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so anyway, i left training early.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;yippee!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but on the downside, nobody went home with me. but ohwells, i managed to skip a little bit of training. it's better than nothing. and had to carry my heavy books, and begin my trecherous journey home. lols. but! i found a seat on the bus. so it wasnt all that bad. it's really hard to find a seat at 5.45. but the walk from the busstop to my house is really erm. boring? yea. most of the time, i'ld just be day dreaming, thinking that maybe someday i'll grow wings and fly. OR! some kind soul offering to drive me in! or!!! someone to just pop by and offer to take my books! a girl can dream cant she?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so yea, basically that was my day. i guess. and fizzy. i cant believe you made me your 4th valentine! 4th!!. but anyway, she'll be my first &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;valentine&lt;/span&gt;. xDD. pathetic huh. but it doesnt matter. i'm still young. lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;toodles! it's late. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113923688773346999?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113923688773346999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113923688773346999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113923688773346999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113923688773346999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/blahhh.html' title='blahhh'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113915203375021105</id><published>2006-02-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T23:07:13.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reunion dinner thingy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today's reunion dinner wasnt bad. i ate and ate and ate. i think i was the last one to finish eating. hees. steamboat's fun. but i was drinking more of the soup than eating. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;erms. well. church was pretty okay. the sermon was boring. VERY boring. then, after service, i had to rush my lit homework. then reunion bla bla bla.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;actually you know what? i have no mood to right. it's that time of the month again. it's hurting like crazy. and i want to sleep! and guess what. i have not finished my piano homework, and i have lesson tomorrow. AND i have training tomorrow! which means, i'll have to rush home! AND i'll have to settle my own dinner. you know why?! my maid will be at the hospital. she's helping my grand dad. so oh wells. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toodles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113915203375021105?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113915203375021105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113915203375021105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113915203375021105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113915203375021105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/reunion-dinner-thingy.html' title='reunion dinner thingy.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113905414778694875</id><published>2006-02-04T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:55:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatigue. fatigued. fatigue-ing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay. my body's really &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; aching. plus, today was a really really hectic day for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i woke up at 9.45 today. and i was suppose to leave the house at 10! so yea. i din really rush. i wasnt really awake. still in a semi-conscious state of mind. so i had breakfast. then took a cab to church. and guess what?! instead of starting at 11, they started at 11.30. that means i could have taken public transport, and saved $7.40! argh. but anyway, they had cny visitation today. but i couldnt join em. i dont know if this is a good thing or bad thing. but ohwells, i had errands to run. actually only 2, but the distance was like. woahhh. i spent like one and a half hour just getting to the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;first, i had to go to thomson plaza to check my contacts. okay. lets see. from my church, which is at tiong bahru, to thomson plaza. it's sooooooooo far!! i took a bus to orchard, then, took a train to bishan, and finally take a bus to thomson. i mean there's no direct bus whatsoever. and that was the only way i could think of at that time. then i spent like less than 10 minutes there, and i had to go to the library to pay my fines. and when i reached the library, i realised my cash card din have enough money. so i had to go back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my body was, or rather still is, aching so badly, and i had to run all over singapore. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cell group was.. erms. how should i say it. i dont usually have high hopes when i go for cell. over the years, it gets boring. dont get me wrong. i like their programs. but i just dont like the people there. not that i have anything against them. i just think they're a wee bit too cliquey. but cliques are normal i guess. and very little people turned up today. i should have just stayed at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am soo tired! exhausted to be exact. and here i am still blogging. something is seriously wrong with me. i have not completed my school work. i have not completed my piano homework. and my piano lesson's on monday! and my piano exam's next month!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i'll just go crazy. i mean i barely have time to do my piano homework. most of ya'll would have seen me bringing my piano work to school, and do my last minute homework. but like hello?!?! school homework is enough to drive me crazy. arghh. but i guess i would finish my piano thingy by next year. i just have to hold up for a year more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh wells. i better go. my homework's awaiting me. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113905414778694875?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113905414778694875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113905414778694875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113905414778694875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113905414778694875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/fatigue-fatigued-fatigue-ing.html' title='fatigue. fatigued. fatigue-ing.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113897511444082739</id><published>2006-02-03T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:58:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my oh so aching body. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;today's training was better i guess. but i'll probably wake up tomorrow with a aching body. but that's at least something. we're finally doing something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;so after training, did homework with jiayan. but i think she was doing the homework, i was eating. hees. then she left with sheryl and shasi. then cheryl and i continued. and guess what time we left school? 6.50! i mean that's like the latest so far. and i reached home at 7.40? oh wells. it's a friday. i guess i can afford that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;tomorrow's cell group starts early! ahhhh! i cant sleep in peace! but oh well. sacrifices have to be made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;okay. i guess that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;till thenn.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113897511444082739?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113897511444082739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113897511444082739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113897511444082739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113897511444082739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-oh-so-aching-body.html' title='my oh so aching body. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113888772577454771</id><published>2006-02-02T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:42:05.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday. yadsruht</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;today wasnt a bad day. pity there's training tomorrow. did i mention training's a total waste of my time. as this period is the tournament period, the reserves and ppl who arent in the school team have nothing to do. i'm not saying i want to be in the team. but still, at least give us &lt;strong&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/strong&gt; to do. gawshhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so anyway, back to my day. it was okay i guess. i survived two periods of mother tongue! and the rest of the day was okay. and after school, the same few of us stayed back to do our homework. but i had to leave earlier. had piano lessonss. but lalatiff had to go for hmt. so at least someone walked with me to the busstop. so thanks lalatiff. but the conversation on the way home was more like.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: talk lehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Lalatiff: you talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: i talk alot already... your turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Lalatiff: uhhh. hi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: -.- bye.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but still, it was company. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh yes, the bus came pretty soon. so i didnt have to wait too long. and i found a seat in the bus! hahas. that's like very rare. but when i got home, i was sooooo exhausted, i slept during my piano lesson. hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;okay. that's all for today. well, that's all i can remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh yes, and just for the record, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DID NOT TAKE HEXUN'S E MATH BOOK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thankyou. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113888772577454771?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113888772577454771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113888772577454771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113888772577454771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113888772577454771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/02/thursday-yadsruht.html' title='thursday. yadsruht'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113872120653238140</id><published>2006-01-31T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:26:46.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kimmie's house :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;today was pretty okay i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;i was suppose to meet up with aish at 10 at j8. but guess what time i woke up. 9.45!!! then i messaged her, and she said she was gonna be late too. lols. we are always late. but funny thing is, i'm only late when i'm meeting up with her. lols. so anyway, we went walking around j8, clueless on what to buy for fizzy. i was thinking of chocolates. but then, kim said that fizzy likes chocolates but not like like chocolates. get it? lols. so anyway, aish suggested &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;awwwwwringe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;!! stuff. so we began our hunt for orange stuff. well, fizzy's more than satisfied with our pressie huh. =). i'm glad you are gal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;so we made our way to tpc to meet the rest of em who were going to kim's house as well. yea, it went pretty well at kim's house. not as boring as i expected it to be. but fizzy and becca just had to leave so early. but oh wells. we watched mr and mrs smith, the maid and san ge hao ren at her house. but we were chit-chatting most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;so it was time to go, and we went back to tpc. belle wanted to get a belt, and a skirt. so yea we went with her. she saw a really really really nice skirt. well it really suited her. but it was too expensive, and she was afraid her mom wouldnt let her have it. so aish, cheryl and i secretly bought it for her. well, i guess she kinda found out. we are soo good at ruining surprises. lols. oh yes, did i mention? while i was busy taking out the price tags of fizzy's pressies, she was right behind me. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #cc33cc; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;it is more blessed to give than to receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;. lols. and i went home, all tired and exhausted. so yea, that's how it went today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;and i just counted my ang pow money. $308, and i've spent $34 so far. not a bad year ehh. lols. i shall go shopping soon, and be miss santa clause once again. and to the people i owe pressies to, your pressies will come. esp grace and geneve.. i know i've owed you your pressies for half a year. xDD. sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alright. i better go now. there's school tomorrow. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff6666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;toodles&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113872120653238140?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113872120653238140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113872120653238140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113872120653238140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113872120653238140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/01/kimmies-house_31.html' title='kimmie&apos;s house :)'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113872088945255138</id><published>2006-01-31T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:24:44.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kimmie's house. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;today was pretty okay i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i was suppose to meet up with aish at 10 at j8. but guess what time i woke up. 9.45!!! then i messaged her, and she said she was gonna be late too. lols. we are always late. but funny thing is, i'm only late when i'm meeting up with her. lols. so anyway, we went walking around j8, clueless on what to buy for fizzy. i was thinking of chocolates. but then, kim said that fizzy likes chocolates but not like like chocolates. get it? lols. so anyway, aish suggested &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awwwwwringe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! stuff. so we began our hunt for orange stuff. well, fizzy's more than satisfied with our pressie huh. =). i'm glad you are gal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so we made our way to tpc to meet the rest of em who were going to kim's house as well. yea, it went pretty well at kim's house. not as boring as i expected it to be. but fizzy and becca just had to leave so early. but oh wells. we watched mr and mrs smith, the maid and san ge hao ren at her house. but we were chit-chatting most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so it was time to go, and we went back to tpc. belle wanted to get a belt, and a skirt. so yea we went with her. she saw a really really really nice skirt. well it really suited her. but it was too expensive, and she was afraid her mom wouldnt let her have it. so aish, cheryl and i secretly bought it for her. well, i guess she kinda found out. we are soo good at ruining surprises. lols. oh yes, did i mention? while i was busy taking out the price tags of fizzy's pressies, she was right behind me. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is more blessed to give than to receive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. lols. and i went home, all tired and exhausted. so yea, that's how it went today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i just counted my ang pow money. $308, and i've spent $34 so far. not a bad year ehh. lols. i shall go shopping soon, and be miss santa clause once again. and to the people i owe pressies to, your pressies will come. esp grace and geneve.. i know i've owed you your pressies for half a year. xDD. sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;alright. i better go now. there's school tomorrow. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/19477100-113872088945255138?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113872088945255138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-19477100.post-113861364709917403</id><published>2006-01-30T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T17:34:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just a second post for a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;second post in a day. rare huh. anyways, as you can see, i've changed my blogskin, and i have to change all my font size. so the earlier posts' fonts would be too small for you to read. but if you really, really really wanna read, you can always increase the size. i bet all you techno wizzes would know how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i just finished 4 out of 8 questions of my lit homework. and i'm brain-drained. well not exactly. i'm just tired to write. it's like one question's one page. &gt;.&lt; but that's lit. i chose it. i'll have to live with it. but just for the record, i still enjoy that subject. =). i'm a loyal lit fan. lols. but no doubt, that subject sure is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo bored. oh yes! since i cant put the picture of lalatiff's pimple in friendster, or msn. i shall post it here. wuhahahaha. here goes:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/465/400/huda%2C%20me%2C%20lalatiff.%20yes%21%20it%27s%20lalatiff%27s%20pimple%21.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yes! latif's pimple! with huda. ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool pic huh. aite. i wanna TRY getting back to my homework.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br 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you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113859936959262769</id><published>2006-01-30T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:46:38.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pigging out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i'm home pigging out on the second day of chinese new year. just so you know it, i'm suppose to be doing my homework. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so anyway. i'm going to kim's house tml, so that's why i have to stay home today. but ohwells. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really have nothing else better to do here. so.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toodles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113859936959262769?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113859936959262769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113859936959262769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113859936959262769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113859936959262769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/01/pigging-out.html' title='pigging out'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113855138036600943</id><published>2006-01-29T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:52:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese new year = ang pows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;first and foremost, before i start my rantings, i'ld like to wish everyone reading&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a very happy and prosperous lunar new year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;okay, back to reality. chinese new year's okay i guess. i havent counted my &lt;em&gt;ang pow&lt;/em&gt; money yet. i guess it should be reasonable. lols. it was pretty boring over at my mom's side and dad's side. you see the problem with my cousins are that they are not my age group. okay. my dad is the oldest son in his family. so i'm the older ones among the cousins. and all my other small crazy cousins can do all day is stare at the computer screen or playstation screen. so yea. and my mom is the youngest daughter in her family. so i'm the younger cousin. my other cousins are all too absorbed with their soul-mates to even give a hoot of my existance. so get the idea of how my family gatherings are like? yea. so it was pretty boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;oh yes, we had church service in the morning. i reached half an hour late. i din know they started a half hour earlier. but oh well... talking about church. i guess things arent all that bad now. i mean i can see that ********'s trying to change. i shant mention names but i guess it's kinda obvious. so yea. but on the downside. i still aint all that ecstatic about going to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;i visited my granddad today. he's still in the intensive care unit. or is it high dependency? i'm not too sure. but anyways, according to my mom, his condition's improving. but he still looks bad. i mean when i went into the ward. it was nothing but tubes, tubes and more tubes inserted into his body. i mean you could see he was feeling terrible. especially at such an old age, i guess it's almost unbearable. so let's just all pray and hope he gets better ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;i guess that's it for today. or yesterday. it's midnight already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113855138036600943?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113855138036600943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113855138036600943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i got my sim card replaced today. the good news: my sim card is replaced. lols. and, my dad doesnt know. bwahahahas. looks like i worried for nothing. the bad news: all my friend's phone number's gone!!!! so people people, please give me your contact number again. thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113845903311086644?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113845903311086644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113845903311086644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;the walk home was pretty good today. on contrary, today was the worst day ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;let me start by telling you what happened in P.E. we played captains ball, and i got knocked right smack in the middle of my forehead. yes, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;embarrassing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i know. but that was probably the 'okay' thing that happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;okay, firstly, i spent nights (well actually just yesterday night) choosing between training, and going for a movie with fizzie and all. so today, i decided to go for training. why? i had no choice, really. i didnt have a proper excuse to excuse myself from training. and today's training was an official training. i mean what kinda stupid system is that? anyway, back to the point. so i had to go for training. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and fizzy, really, i really really wanted to go. i mean, yea. i'm really sorry. i didnt have a choice. and i was really in a difficult spot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i mean with all the pressure and all, and for the record, my coach was "very angry" cause very few people turned up. so yea, training still sucked by the way. i hate training really. and i really really really really really really really really really really really am very very very very sorry. =(. i mean i feel very bad. i feel like such a loser. seriously. i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;and the suckiest most sucky sucky shit that happened to day.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOST MY PHONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gawshhhhhhh. arghhhhh. ok, so people, do not call, message me whatsoever. i wouldnt reply. and that idiot who took my phone switched it off. so obviously no one can call through. but i put a pin code. so he/she cant go in. unless he/she knows my pin code or sth. arghhhh. how do i know that someone took my phone? okay. u can skip this part if you're not interested. lols. but i know you are. xDD. so anyway, after training, i put on my skirt and realised my phone wasnt there. and when i took my skirt, my wallet was outside my pocket and my handphone was gone. and i couldnt have dropped it, cause aish saw me putting my phone into my pocket before leaving the toilet. and i've combed the school like a gazillion times. okay, so maybe it's 5 times. but i like checked the whole school damn thoroughly. and guess what, i just realised those bastards took my money in my wallet too. arghhhhh. okok. cool downnnn. it's over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;so that's it my sucky day. but on the upside, after having such a horrible day, some of you guys cheered me up a whole lot. errr. aishu, cherylmay, sherr, and hidayat safwan (though i really dont know you guys) yada yada yada. thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;and my mom took the news pretty well though. she's helping me with all the admin stuff. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;yay mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;what a way to start the chinese new year ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113836907477735673?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113836907477735673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113836907477735673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113836907477735673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113836907477735673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/01/january-27th-friday-13th.html' title='January 27th = Friday 13th. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113828623648076069</id><published>2006-01-26T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:54:16.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contactsssssssssss. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;okay, i've to do this 5 weird or random facts about me. so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;1) i can stare blankly into space for a long, looooong time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;2) i love staring into blank space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;3) i enjoy times alone by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;4) and yet sometimes i dont xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;5) i'm pretty much confused most of the time (not that weird is it? lols)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;and the people who have to continue: uhh. whoever who reads my blog? lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;okay. i wore my contacts to school today. yea, as i expected "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAMMMMM!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SPECS????!?!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" or, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAMMMMMM!! ooh, your eyes ARE small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." ok. the one i hate most "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU LOOK SO RETARDED LORRRRR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". okay that's about it. or maybe more, i just cant be bothered anymore. who cares man. my eyes are small. so i look retarded/moronic/stupid (take your pick) with contacts. i'm doing it cause i break my specs far too often. and who cares la. it's not like i look any better with specs. gahhhhh. but i just dont get why the need for unneccesary comments like i look &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with contacts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;so even with all these horrible comments, i survived school. after school was okay i guess, i managed to finish most of my chemistry tys and my math homework, even with all the distraction. but still, it was entertainment in a way or another. so thanks kenneth, shixiong, mui mui and AISHUUUU. lols. oh yes, and latiff of course. dont worry dude, your pimple will go down. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;okay. so tomorrow is supposedly a half day. BUT my totally brainless school decided to make it a full day. as in school still ends at 12.30. and the worst part is, cca continues. which means, i have to go for training. and do you know what i hate about that? yes, the coach! he makes us pick up balls. and just stand there like goondoos. like hellooo?!?!!?!?! 15 people getting 1 ball. doesnt that sound ridiculous. goshh. and my peeps are gonna watch memoirs of a geisha. i so wanna watch that show!! arghhhh. this stinks man. and what's more, it's "celebrating" fizzy's birthday, i guess. yes! FIZZY!! i really really wana go... but there's this tournament shit coming along, and at the same time, i dont wanna go, cause training is really, REALLY useless. well on the upside, i do not need to attend mother tongue lesson. yayness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;oh, and did i mention? the previous training, the coach wore such a small shirt, that the moment he lifted up his hands to spike or serve a ball, his pudgey fats were displayed for us to see. that's just sick and wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;chinese new year is coming! that means money. wuhahahahahaas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;oh yes, my grand dad's down with some colon cancer thingy, i think. but it's cancer, and it has to do with the anus, and the colon, and blah blah blah. you get the idea. his anus is already gone. so let's just pray and hope that his cancer doesnt spread to other parts of his body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;alright, i've got to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113828623648076069?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113828623648076069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113828623648076069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113828623648076069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113828623648076069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/01/contactsssssssssss.html' title='contactsssssssssss. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113810878641900223</id><published>2006-01-24T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:54:52.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bty vs cedar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;i'm backk. i know i'm suppose to be studying for my geog and chem test tomorrow, and possibly my chinese spelling, but i am soooooo bored right now. since school reopened till now, i've not even had lunch at home once. i'm just saying it to show how much i'm staying in school. and it's only january! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;anyways, today, we played against cedar. we lost. duhhh. but i felt they played a pretty good match. but mr. square-ass still made so much noise. oh wells. we still have one more match to go. jia you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;i've got my contacts ready. but i'm afraid to wear it to school, or church or anywhere else. lols. i know this sounds weird. &gt;.&lt;"". and you might be thinking, then why did she even get contacts? okay. i din really have a choice. my specs and my spare specs broke in a week. if this carries on, it would waste like so much money? so my mom wanted to get me contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;okay. i really have to go now, i cant multi-task. i'm on e phone with sheryl now. so sheryl, you should be honoUred that i gave up blogging just to talk to you. xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113810878641900223?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113810878641900223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113810878641900223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113810878641900223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113810878641900223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/01/bty-vs-cedar.html' title='bty vs cedar'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113776655940393992</id><published>2006-01-20T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:32:35.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrrr.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i really dont know what to say. i really shouldnt be feeling this way. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;anyways, today was a really bad day. i so hate the new coach. gawsh. i wish he'ld just drown himself and die. firstly, i cant stand his face. i know what half of ya'll are thinking of now. i know i aint pretty, but still, i hate his face. and secondly, i really really cant stand people who wear tight shirts, when they are fat. thirdly, he stutters. do you know how much that annoys me. gawshhhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;today during training, he made us do some push up thingy, as in stay in prone position, i mean i dont mind that la. then later, after doing one set, he made us do it out in the court. where it is FREAKING WET. it just rained, for those of ya'll who are wondering "why is the court wet?". so yea, on the wet floor? i mean that's just crazy. his reason:" y'all complain inside (indoors) no space whattt, so i let ya'll do outside la. got so much space". argh. he simply annoys the shit out of me. he's just doing that cause we all hate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;he has something against me too, i guess. pretty normal i guess. arghhh. this is making me dread training even more. i mean just when i was beginning to enjoy volleyball trainings a little bit, they had to change to this damn coach. arghhhhhhhh. i am soooo frustrated with the school. @#$^&amp;amp;*$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;A. math is driving me crazy. argh. it's only january, and the work's already beginning to pile up. sheesh man. oh yes, which reminds me, "DONATE YOUR BLOOD PEOPLE!!!! the country's in need of your blood". okay, i have done my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;oh, and for the record, my internet connection's still driving me crazy. okay, i shall stop here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&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/19477100-113776655940393992?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113776655940393992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113776655940393992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113776655940393992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113776655940393992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/01/grrrrr.html' title='grrrrr.!'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113767720172151661</id><published>2006-01-19T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:38:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to all loyal blog fans. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;have not blogged for a looooong time. to all my loyal blog fans. i'm so sorry. hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;i cant go online that often now. but today, i finished all my homework in school. yay me! except for my el compo, but that's to be handed in on monday. so anyway, for now, i'm FREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;school has been kinda normal these few days, except for a few conflicts, and i'm kinda confused now. but it'll all go away soon, i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;oh yes, my internet connection is driving me crazyyyy. to all those techno wizzes out there, here's a question : does the distance away from the router for a wireless connection affect the internet speed? cuz the further away i go from the router, my internet speed gets laggier. oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;alrightt. i shall stop here, i'm brain dead really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113767720172151661?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113767720172151661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113767720172151661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113767720172151661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113767720172151661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-all-loyal-blog-fans-xd.html' title='to all loyal blog fans. xD'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113725136594223246</id><published>2006-01-14T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:40:56.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm running out of titles. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay. i didnt blog for a few days. i aint gonna say what happened. cuz most of ya'll who actually bother to read this might doze off.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, today was cca orientation. it wasnt as fantastic as last year's (according to some), but i had fun, a little. pulling the sec 1s into vball. although i aint all that enthusiastic about this volleyball thing, but pulling in the sec 1s was fun. oh yes, and janet, i too wish that cedar girl would join. i absolutely love her laughter.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, before i forget, one thing that made me a little pissed of today was that i got caught by mr singh just by having a friendship band on my ankle. okay, firstly, i intended to take it out when i reach school. i obviously do not want to take out my shoes, and socks and then my friendship band in public. not that school isnt public. but there's less people there. he even asked for my class and name. at first i said 2e1. then i realised i'm sec 3! so i was like "nono. 3e2". so i assume he thought that i was being rebelious or sth. hello? it's normal to get a little blur sometimes. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to my next point. Beatty's new Discipline Master. button up your collar button?! i mean that's total bullshit la. who goes around buttoning up their collar button. it's singapore dammit. where it's hot and sunny. and singapore!! it's on the equator. meaning it's super super hot. dammit. i mean at least ask us to pull up our ties, not BUTTON up the collar. i mean that's really ridiculous. and did i mention how much i hate his face. gosh. how i hate beatty. it's a screwed up school. which brings me to my other point.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they transferred students from e3 to e4 and vice versa. i know i'm from e2 and this has totally nothing to do with me. but still, i feel very pissed for them. i mean how can the school do that. why couldnt they arrange the classes before school reopened? sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;argh. and what pains, annoys and irritates me the most is that, all of these rantings wont change the fact that i'm in such a brainless school.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went for a movie recently. on tues i think. hari raya haji. and watched the stupidest movie ever. the dark. gawshh. we intended to watch king kong. but.. it was sold out. until now, it's still sold out. but oh wells, i'll go some other time.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm ushering tomorrow. and i have to wear a skirt. what i dread is not wearing the skirt. but wearing the skirt TO church. i mean i wear skirts out. but to church? let's just say i'm afraid of change and what people say of me. but as for tomorrow, i dont really have much of a choice do i? -.-&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay. it's getting late. i'll have to wake up early tomorrow. ushering.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113725136594223246?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113725136594223246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113725136594223246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113725136594223246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113725136594223246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-running-out-of-titles.html' title='i&apos;m running out of titles. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113698333815426293</id><published>2006-01-11T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:45:50.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school homework piano. blahhhhhs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;i have not been blogging for quite some time yea. fizzy's 'complaining' already. i know you guys miss me la. xDD. so anyway. not much homework from school YET. but i'm sure in time to come, i wont even have time to come online. i have more of my piano homework. piano theory exam's coming. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;anyway. today was quite okay, though i didnt really enjoy physics at first. cause of my seat. i had a terrible seat. not only am i not with my friends, i have to turn my head so much, to see the whiteboard. sheesh. life's unfair. but oh well, mr desmond chan made things better by explaining to us how to measure volumes of irregular solids with a plasticine made into a shape of a *ahem* and pulling it in and out from the measuring cylinder. okok. i shant elaborate. you guys use your imagination. xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;training was okay too i guess. i mean, not that taxing. i didnt really play. so yea, it was alright. just that janet sprained her arm or sth. takkaire ya? hahas. alright. i dont have much time here. i have to do homework. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19477100-113698333815426293?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113698333815426293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113698333815426293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113698333815426293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113698333815426293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-homework-piano-blahhhhhs.html' title='school homework piano. blahhhhhs.'/><author><name>the person you're not suppose to know of</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08557378152014619188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19477100.post-113645447577569502</id><published>2006-01-05T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:46:57.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay. my specs broke two times in a day. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;the past few days of school wasnt all that bad, it's just that most of my friends are involved in peer support. so i'm usually left alone. oh yes, with jhansi. so anyway, yea. it's like that. and aish, really, thank you for all your concern. but i'm fine, really. =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;i'm still getting used to carrying all those thick books to school. lessons arent that bad. but it's hard to say. it's only the 2nd day of school. today's chem lesson wasnt that bad. we had a little hands on. just trying the apparatus. but it's better than nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;so after school, aish, xuan, cheryl, pravin, wei wei, sukma, laks, kriff, jhans and widya went to braddell mac. it was kinda boring. but still, company's good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;okay. guess i've got to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/19477100-113645447577569502?l=chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaotafiedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/113645447577569502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19477100&amp;postID=113645447577569502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19477100/posts/default/113645447577569502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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