<?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-10410072</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:23:22.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l'amour</title><subtitle type='html'>lala.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>442</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-2382102847841046165</id><published>2007-06-12T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:43:56.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang what's wrong with blogger. pffft. so i'm back to lj for the mo. encantado-amour. tag please. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-2382102847841046165?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2382102847841046165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2382102847841046165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/06/dang-whats-wrong-with-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-7568603268430985552</id><published>2007-06-12T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:36:51.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why did I move back, you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to wordpress, belle didn't tag. I moved to lj, she didn't tag either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm moving back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! I finally unveiled her evil plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encantado says (8:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't tag either&lt;br /&gt;encantado says (8:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;encantado says (8:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;encantado says (8:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;see what i do for you?&lt;br /&gt;cel says (8:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;cel says (8:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;:D you love me&lt;br /&gt;cel says (8:36 PM):&lt;br /&gt;my silent petition has paid off&lt;br /&gt;encantado says (8:38 PM):&lt;br /&gt;GASP.&lt;br /&gt;encantado says (8:38 PM):&lt;br /&gt;that was... that is...&lt;br /&gt;encantado says (8:38 PM):&lt;br /&gt;a DESPICABLE TRICK!&lt;br /&gt;cel says (8:38 PM):&lt;br /&gt;but you fell for it&lt;br /&gt;cel says (8:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-7568603268430985552?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/7568603268430985552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/7568603268430985552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-did-i-move-back-you-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-7832362248344834967</id><published>2007-06-12T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:34:46.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle.</title><content type='html'>hello. moving back here after all.&lt;br /&gt;hols are half gone, dammit. so much left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELISSA ONG if you see/read this PLEASE call me. lang arts sia, remb? bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reread Perfect Match by j.picoult. I hear belle's small 'tsk' of "disapproval". But haha, I realised she's an okay writer. Depends on the books la. My Sister's Keeper, Keeping Faith and Perfect Match are probably the nicer reads. Maybe I'll be a lawyer instead, her books are kinda inspiring. Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan isn't talking to meD: ziyan? ziyan?? are you there? D: you aren't dead right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-7832362248344834967?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/7832362248344834967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/7832362248344834967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/06/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle.'/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4113883648585839659</id><published>2007-06-04T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:32:04.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO i hvnt blogged here in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY buhbye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4113883648585839659?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4113883648585839659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4113883648585839659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-i-hvnt-blogged-here-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-1174168359635138478</id><published>2007-05-07T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:08:57.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i moved. semi-permanently. is there such a thing? ohwell. anyway if you want to know where i am now, ask me. oh and for some funny reason my blogger's screwed now, so i can't use it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-1174168359635138478?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1174168359635138478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1174168359635138478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-793048994692586067</id><published>2007-05-05T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:52:00.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rah. im quite sian of blogging here:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan: lol haha yeah ms lee IS hilarious. when she wants to be la x) and sorry i didnt go for youth with youD: another time k? my dad AND sis are both sick. and shockingly ning ning has EYEBAGS. they're purple. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted the day away after waking up at 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-793048994692586067?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/793048994692586067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/793048994692586067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/05/rah.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-3540800725656983796</id><published>2007-05-03T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:40:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darned this cbox crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan: get well soon dear(: pon school tmr la. got excuse also dowan. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-3540800725656983796?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/3540800725656983796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/3540800725656983796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/05/darned-this-cbox-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-2428699094107953713</id><published>2007-05-02T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:48:32.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK GOD I GOT INTO CALCUTTA WHOOOOOOOOOO((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging from com lab one now, LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;george(NOT georgina) is sitting beside me and making funny noises. funny squeaks and blurbs and stuff. an oddity indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be reading about A Modest Proposal now. its so sarcastic its hilarious:D i love sarcastic articles. they're just SOO straightforward, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what the freak is wrong with my computerD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-2428699094107953713?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2428699094107953713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2428699094107953713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-god-i-got-into-calcutta.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-268095058347404171</id><published>2007-05-01T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:44:01.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finished/touched up LA research analysis. due last week. darned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now off to eat lunch and do math. what a pleasant day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its sleeping for about 12 hours straight(:&lt;br /&gt;you ought to try it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;nah, the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-268095058347404171?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/268095058347404171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/268095058347404171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/05/finishedtouched-up-la-research-analysis.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-3599513046615075315</id><published>2007-04-30T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:31:09.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. stupid tagboard thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan: your brother very nice meh == okay la very nice x)&lt;br /&gt;zhenping: MOOOOOO!! :D send me okay haha. bleargh i want to chat with you tooD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSM today. quite cooling until about 9, 10 plus la.&lt;br /&gt;our class won the relay:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year everyone seems alot more enthu about cheering.&lt;br /&gt;beats me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn pissed;&lt;br /&gt;we cheered for hwachong&lt;br /&gt;and they cheered:&lt;br /&gt;南洋 -clapclap-&lt;br /&gt;回家！-clapclap-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;its not like we went there WILLINGLY.&lt;br /&gt;we would GLADLY have stayed home to slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed the teachers' race; sad):&lt;br /&gt;zp said shyam and mark shone ran v fast.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went back to school to wash our skirts cos they were dirty.&lt;br /&gt;left for bugis at about 1130?&lt;br /&gt;took 171;&lt;br /&gt;saw kwun wa. hope he isnt taller than me:\&lt;br /&gt;apparently he didnt see us until we alighted at newton.&lt;br /&gt;ziyan said he went sth like:&lt;br /&gt;hey! i know those two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugis was. boring.&lt;br /&gt;boring&lt;br /&gt;boring.&lt;br /&gt;by 1330 we were bored out of our minds alr.&lt;br /&gt;backache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought two pairs of earrings&lt;br /&gt;but thats abt it.&lt;br /&gt;i think i prefer shopping with zhenping xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no nice movies to watch so we went home at abt 1530.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do math.&lt;br /&gt;study phys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-3599513046615075315?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/3599513046615075315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/3599513046615075315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-8350936783210226833</id><published>2007-04-29T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:33:42.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was... okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i regret not going for youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign was inexplicably boring.&lt;br /&gt;got a few mistakes cleared up; heh.&lt;br /&gt;one last lesson next week.&lt;br /&gt;need to find another place to cont'd.&lt;br /&gt;ANY RECOMMENDATIONS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan: i DID google it! D: oh and i dont think i want to go dragonboating le. another time? cos 26 got iHope, 27 got HCJC concert, 28 got ACJC concert (still darned pissed about this one. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhenping: remb the qn i asked in my letter? (i replied alr btw x) ) OH MAN if i thought they were before, they definitely are NOW. rahhhh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont think she knows what im talking about but nvm x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to cut hair, cut nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make my life a prayer to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna do what You want me to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No empty words, and no white lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No token prayers, no compromise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna shine the light You gave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through Your son You sent to save us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From ourselves, and our despair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It comforts me to know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're really there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I want to thank You now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For being patient with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh its so hard to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my eyes are on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I'll have to trust &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just believe what You say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh You're coming again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming to take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna die and let You give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your life to me so I might live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And share the hope You gave to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love that set me free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna tell the world out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not some fable or fairytale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I've made up inside my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're God the Son and You've risen from the dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't find this song:\ send me if you have it? thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-8350936783210226833?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8350936783210226833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8350936783210226833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-8114737200490331680</id><published>2007-04-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:48:21.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not being able to see tagboards is a really big inconvenience:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the following are not tag replies but are what i'd tag had my dear computer been able to load the tagboards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan: wahseh you got higher than me for bio. bleargh. D:&lt;br /&gt;spiderman 3 on tues? :):):) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhenping: HAHA that hadhadhadhadhad thing very confusing xD i stared at the 'had' until it looked 'distorted', if you get wht i mean. lol. did you watch charly? when he was becoming smarter there was something that went like that 'had' thing... i'll try to remb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(courtesy of ziyan's brilliant memory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that that is is that that is not is not is that it it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala figure that out; answer at the bottom of this post x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the last day of tests.&lt;br /&gt;so after school zhenping and i went to kap to 'celebrate'.&lt;br /&gt;so much for a celebration, it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;spoilerrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went anyway, then went to bkt timah plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya in a nutshell we almost died at least twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today;&lt;br /&gt;got back bio.&lt;br /&gt;sososososoooo screwed.&lt;br /&gt;deborah flunked; surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;okay so i didnt expect to fail THIS badly.&lt;br /&gt;i got lower than ziyan la wth.&lt;br /&gt;no offence;&lt;br /&gt;but if i got lower for phys or math i wouldnt be tt.. shocked.&lt;br /&gt;but its BIO.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah will be transferred out of this school by the end of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;got recommendations as to whr else to go? )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phys retest in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;the odds of me failing again are pretty high, i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise, surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't think i have anything to say le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: That, that is, is. That, that is not, is not. Is that it? It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-8114737200490331680?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8114737200490331680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8114737200490331680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-being-able-to-see-tagboards-is.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6968069595295578798</id><published>2007-04-25T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:10:56.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All &lt;/em&gt;glory &lt;em&gt;to Your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All &lt;/em&gt;honour &lt;em&gt;to Your majesty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever; f&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;orever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To You alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6968069595295578798?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6968069595295578798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6968069595295578798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-glory-to-your-name-all-honour-to.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-8426349184031971818</id><published>2007-04-25T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:08:16.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darn i keep forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS MGS! :D GOLDDDDDDDDDD!!!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-8426349184031971818?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8426349184031971818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8426349184031971818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/darn-i-keep-forgetting.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4213848659541906811</id><published>2007-04-25T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:06:58.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAANDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to forget &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NYGZ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats, y'all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet zhenping is flying over the moon now:D like a cow. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and hwachonginstitution aka chinese high choir.&lt;br /&gt;GOLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i think it's quite a feat seeing as how they were only recently formed. CONGRATS!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4213848659541906811?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4213848659541906811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4213848659541906811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/aaaaaaaaaanddd.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4601861055839795061</id><published>2007-04-25T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:03:46.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOLD WITH &lt;u&gt;HONOURS&lt;/u&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all seems so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;like it hasn't really happened,&lt;br /&gt;like this is a dream i've yet to wake up from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't say it was our best; it definitely wasnt MY best.&lt;br /&gt;and i kind of regret that.&lt;br /&gt;for one, i was too tensed to enjoy singing.&lt;br /&gt;and the actions for como pong;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to put down my hand on time.&lt;br /&gt;bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wait was excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;not so much because i wanted to know what we got&lt;br /&gt;than because i wanted to go home and study for tests.&lt;br /&gt;plus, like i said earlier, it all seems so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;after SYF i was like.&lt;br /&gt;'its over alr??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been training&lt;br /&gt;practising&lt;br /&gt;so hard, just for that ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;and its SO WORTH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for almost one and a half hours for the results at VCH.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realise i was that... ______ until the judges (finally) came out and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 choirs.&lt;br /&gt;1 GWH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so proud of NYC.&lt;br /&gt;WE DID IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so URGGH.&lt;br /&gt;we were sitting in the front row, right under the judges' eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Choir #126, Nanyang Girls' High Choir. Gold..."&lt;br /&gt;i thought my heart stopped. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a gold!!..&lt;br /&gt;"with honours!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we a bit chi dun. started clapping when the gold was announced but when the honours... we SHRIEKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so overwhelmed now.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, CHOIR!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE A GWH CHOIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou ms lim(whoa she must be happy; all 3 girls' schs got gwh!)!&lt;br /&gt;thankyou choir!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who prayed for us(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of all, THANK GOD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah happyyyyyyy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4601861055839795061?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4601861055839795061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4601861055839795061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/gold-with-honours-it-all-seems-so.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-5882081486271436982</id><published>2007-04-24T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:51:09.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>physics SPA early in the morning;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to do too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellll. they say chem is more or less easy&lt;br /&gt;and bio is darned difficult.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF TMR!&lt;br /&gt;get butterflies just thinking about it:\&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could see cbox):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou choir, we can do it:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zp: -picking up ziyan's psyduck- i need this for my test. i need to know someone is having a headache with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw zp i replied you letter alr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU CHOIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need your prayers(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-5882081486271436982?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5882081486271436982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5882081486271436982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/physics-spa-early-in-morning-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6010951697990040434</id><published>2007-04-24T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:47:58.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many nights we prayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with no proof anyone could hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In our hearts a hopeful song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we barely understood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now we are not afraid,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;although we know there's much to fear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were moving mountains long before we knew we could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(chorus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There can be miracles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though hope is frail,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's hard to kill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can achieve?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you believe, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somehow you will;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will when you believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this time of fear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;though prayer so often prov'd in vain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope seems like the summer birds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too swiftly flown away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet now I'm standing here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with heart so full&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't explain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeking faith and speaking words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd never thought I'd say;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There can be miracles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though hope is frail,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's hard to kill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can achieve?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you believe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somehow you will;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will when you believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jiayou choir(: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6010951697990040434?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6010951697990040434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6010951697990040434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/many-nights-we-prayed-with-no-proof.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-920679064574630753</id><published>2007-04-23T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:45:37.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today... was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, the first part of the day was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese first period; we went all over the place trying to find somewhere to watch gua1 sha1. didnt finish. but oh man its quite sad. the little boy very cute leh. hmm after watching it i think i'll be convinced to stay in s'pore instead of emigrating to US or wherever. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio was uh. boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lang arts also nth much; was trying to absorb bio. didnt succeed, obviously. then IH. as stoned as ever. i think i'm going to fail it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch; nth again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly was hilarious though. mrsdelinesoh was doing imitations of how some girls behaved. exaggerated. veryveryvery funny xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stoned arnd for an hour before choir started.&lt;br /&gt;we had to stick some unspeakable thing on the soles of our shoes. bleargh. what if it drops off?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to the newly(okay, not so new) constructed 'room' on the roof.&lt;br /&gt;the acoustics are... wow. :D&lt;br /&gt;really had fun up there singing. suddenly feel like going there to sing every lunch xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly quite freaked out about SYF. scared:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home deborah(yes, deborah) told me tkgs got gwh. CONGRATS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all the same im ______(fill in the blank with most appropriate word) we can't get gwh. i know i shouldnt be so concerned, its about the process and not the end result. but i can't help feeling scared all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more days; can we make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you believe, sometimes you will&lt;br /&gt;you will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope so. :) jiayou k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel myself falling sick. hopefully after tests? mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. pia chem, IH, bio(moved to friday aft school)&lt;br /&gt;2. redo LA research analysis (about to)&lt;br /&gt;3. maths corrections&lt;br /&gt;4. euler&lt;br /&gt;5. phys ws something, due tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget:&lt;br /&gt;1. mummy's birthday next mth&lt;br /&gt;2. find ppl to go with for iHope&lt;br /&gt;3. choose the workshops and send the money&lt;br /&gt;4. DRINK WATER! LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF WATER&lt;br /&gt;5. don't drink too much, will die one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, and to blog about 'the pot calling the kettle black' and 'it takes one to know another'.&lt;br /&gt;mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i just can't resist.&lt;br /&gt;to whom it may concern:&lt;br /&gt;i AM despo. desperate for gwh, desperate to PASS, desperate to finish all my overdue assignments, hwk, corrections and the like. in fact im not desperate enough for alot of things. like God, for example. :\ and need to be more despo to pass, else i won't pia.&lt;br /&gt;as for what you are/were implying, well yeah it takes one to know another, and in this category i think you fare way higher than me. which in this case is not a very good thing. well, depends on how you look at it i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a low, underhanded way to get me down.&lt;br /&gt;taste the failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, congrats tkgs, for getting gwh((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-920679064574630753?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/920679064574630753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/920679064574630753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/today.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4203871700902862972</id><published>2007-04-22T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:08:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fuck.&lt;/b&gt; go screw yourself. i was &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; wrong about you. have it your way.&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4203871700902862972?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4203871700902862972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4203871700902862972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4520429297043642542</id><published>2007-04-22T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:16:54.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darned computer. tagboards all down. wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downloaded more bio ppts ytd&lt;br /&gt;hvnt gotten past the 4th slide i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hvnt studied for IH. screwed.&lt;br /&gt;zp; really alot of memory work? its SBQ leh.&lt;br /&gt;not a lot of contextual knowledge needed.&lt;br /&gt;...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i couldnt care less.&lt;br /&gt;its IH!&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd rather work on passing chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;bio is a goner; i dont even understand half the things she's taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;at this point of time that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;restless.&lt;br /&gt;the story i just finished didnt have the nicest ending.&lt;br /&gt;the characters' personalities seemed to have a 180 degree change.&lt;br /&gt;person 1. timid -&gt; 'normal'&lt;br /&gt;person 2. 'normal' (and somewhat... gay? oh well. he's straight though) -&gt; psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;person 3. mean -&gt; darned nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. and their backgrounds werent elaborated on enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. who am i to complain.&lt;br /&gt;i left my own hanging halfway. have i posted the fourth chpt yet? heh. doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll TRY to get the next one up after this week is over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, the story only gets more complicated. from what i've written that is, not typed out. i dread having to type them ALL out. must be what, at least 5 more chpts on ppr. and everytime i stare at it i want to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never completed any really good stories anyway.&lt;br /&gt;zy: HAHA is the hospital one with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, im rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf is in 3 days. THREE! im kinda freaked out now.&lt;br /&gt;out of tune how? can't tune back? can't reach low F? what if we go two tones flat again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4520429297043642542?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4520429297043642542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4520429297043642542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/darned-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-2726643551542894474</id><published>2007-04-21T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T17:48:04.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell? my computer is screwed. can't see ANYONE'S tagboards.&lt;br /&gt;cant even tag on shoutbox. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent gotten math pprs back yet. tankuocheang said he was going to 'ruin his weekend and lock himself up in the house to mark.'&lt;br /&gt;crazy. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan; stop 'complaining' la at least you passed:\ i am quite convinced i got 6/50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shoot i havent redone LA research analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;bio remed was even more boring than last week.&lt;br /&gt;left at 0855 cos choir was at 9.&lt;br /&gt;m404 - ms lim was there alr. o.o shocked.&lt;br /&gt;practice was quite enjoyable la, ms lim told us a few 'stories'. hilarious, as always(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard anderson was... icantthinkofanywordtodescribethem.&lt;br /&gt;fantastic is a major understatement.&lt;br /&gt;gwh. congrats, y'all. you deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;ms lim said they were really great (again, understatement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and tkss as well(:&lt;br /&gt;congratulations(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant find the results of other choirs online wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway m4 acoustics suck.&lt;br /&gt;so we went down to the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;sounded wonderful(: but too hot.&lt;br /&gt;so we moved to the trophy cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;acoustics were great too. heh.&lt;br /&gt;hope we sound more energetic on wednesday though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted alot of money today.&lt;br /&gt;bought one whole tub of benandjerry's.&lt;br /&gt;only ate half, then threw away.&lt;br /&gt;bought sandwiches, ate one, threw away.&lt;br /&gt;then bought some juice thing.&lt;br /&gt;bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the past few hours doing bio mindmap. and its not very linked either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR! WE CAN DO IT! GO KICK ASS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-2726643551542894474?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2726643551542894474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2726643551542894474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-hell-my-computer-is-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-5694189667061496340</id><published>2007-04-20T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:41:14.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NYSC got goldwithHONOURS! congrats, y'all x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, according to ruimin, 8 choirs have gotten gwh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU NYC! GO KICK ASS! WE CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cbox is STILL down. at least, it isnt working on my com. infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so cheated.&lt;br /&gt;last night i stayed up until 2 to do bio mindmap;&lt;br /&gt;bio was last period today. half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;lss came into class, saw that alot of ppl were doing,&lt;br /&gt;and went: i'll give you this period to self-study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while later, she went:&lt;br /&gt;don't you think A4 ppr abit small?&lt;br /&gt;cos we were supp to squeeze all the info into one A4 sheet of ppr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she suggested she give us A3 ppr to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIAN AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we have to redo. and it's due next tues after bio test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do:&lt;br /&gt;- study for bio&lt;br /&gt;-study for chem&lt;br /&gt;-study for IH&lt;br /&gt;-bio mindmap.&lt;br /&gt;-math corrections/overdue hwk&lt;br /&gt;-euler probs.&lt;br /&gt;-read chinese book and finish ws by friday. im only on pg 36. getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;-redo LA research analysis (i ttly forgot) =x&lt;br /&gt;-phys veryoverdue hwk.&lt;br /&gt;-bio tys, chpt 3.&lt;br /&gt;- print chem stuff and do.&lt;br /&gt;- print chem and bio ppts&lt;br /&gt;- do IH SBQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-5694189667061496340?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5694189667061496340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5694189667061496340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/nysc-got-goldwithhonours-congrats-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6480442454590755662</id><published>2007-04-19T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:54:02.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Virginia West killings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sincere condolences to the bereaved and injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were really people who didnt deserve to die, however stupid that might sound.&lt;br /&gt;obviously i dont know them,&lt;br /&gt;but just looking at their pictures in the papers, well.&lt;br /&gt;they seemed so &lt;em&gt;vibrant,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so full of &lt;em&gt;life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had their whole futures (bright ones, i might add) ahead of them.&lt;br /&gt;their families pinned their hopes on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they really didnt deserve such an ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who'd have thought it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6480442454590755662?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6480442454590755662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6480442454590755662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-west-killings-my-sincere.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-9211902537972584597</id><published>2007-04-18T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:13:54.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cbox is down. grarrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics yesterday, im pretty sure i flunked it since,&lt;br /&gt;well my physics has never let me down. as in,&lt;br /&gt;it's never &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;failed before.&lt;br /&gt;set by potatochan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i've gotten over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math today.&lt;br /&gt;flunked it too.&lt;br /&gt;in fact i have a premonition i'll get 6/50.&lt;br /&gt;definitely will be single digit la.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do enough questions to get more than 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i asked my mum&lt;br /&gt;me: mummy, what if i fail this test?&lt;br /&gt;mummy: then you better prepare.&lt;br /&gt;me: prepare what? coffin ar?&lt;br /&gt;mummy: choy! no la. you need tuition or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which, by the way, i do.&lt;br /&gt;so if you have any recommendations,&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE tell me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math was set by tankuocheang i think.&lt;br /&gt;mhm.&lt;br /&gt;about 15 minutes into the test&lt;br /&gt;he took nat's chair and sat facing the class.&lt;br /&gt;not 2 m from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahseh cannot concentrate loh.&lt;br /&gt;i can't do anything when there're ppl watching.&lt;br /&gt;ESP math. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lang arts: one and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;got back our pprs.&lt;br /&gt;im quite satisfied with my results,&lt;br /&gt;although i could have done better. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished frankenstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dreamed, once... To love... To be loved..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i found i pitied the monster.&lt;br /&gt;no change of feeling toward victor.&lt;br /&gt;ninnycompoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth also quite poor thing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i always felt victor never showed her alot of affection.&lt;br /&gt;so after her death i dont really see why he was 'heartbroken'.&lt;br /&gt;didnt look so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;-shrug-&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after LA, we had 10 min left to get back to class for CME.&lt;br /&gt;as i was walking past 305, ziyan saw me, i think.&lt;br /&gt;so i signed 'i finished frank'.&lt;br /&gt;then 'math?'&lt;br /&gt;she couldnt see. so she put on her specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it was IH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;guess what she did?!&lt;br /&gt;she sneaked out of the back door&lt;br /&gt;and we talked under the wall. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;yumi was staring as if she couldnt believe it.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt, either.&lt;br /&gt;never knew ziyan was this pai; tsk x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics;&lt;br /&gt;chuameihong was quite funny as well.&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about refraction or sth&lt;br /&gt;(meaning i have to start my phys ppt)&lt;br /&gt;then she asked:&lt;br /&gt;do you know which mirror in school makes you look like you gained 5 kg?&lt;br /&gt;hsinfang: THE ROCK WALL ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goody. so its not only my eyes/ im not THAT fat (yet).&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm nothing much. cept that laiweng informed me today that IH test is on monday.&lt;br /&gt;yay?&lt;br /&gt;have no idea what to study for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-9211902537972584597?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/9211902537972584597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/9211902537972584597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6038904421816408729</id><published>2007-04-16T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:42:45.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there was a time when i couldnt wait to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, like most other normal ppl, i dread school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread sitting in class and knowing that tests are coming soon and im so darn not prepared and when i get home i revise and realise i dont know anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread going back to school and sitting for the test and staring at the freaking piece of ppr and just to destress i start to draw or doodle and waste time and then i dont have enough time to finish the ppr. either that or i fall asleep which i think im going to do seeing as how i fell asleep just staring at phys worksheets. half of which are not complete and the other half dont have corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;going&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's an underachiever's list for every subj i have a very bad feeling i made it for all of them. not a good thing though:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAIL and chinese SIA due next week or sth. SYF week.&lt;br /&gt;24th: bio&lt;br /&gt;25th: SYF&lt;br /&gt;26th: chem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suicide pact, anyone? i remb i noticed/found out/thought up a good/nice way of dying but i forgot ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwwwwwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6038904421816408729?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6038904421816408729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6038904421816408729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-was-time-when-i-couldnt-wait-to.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-9000318047341592940</id><published>2007-04-15T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:47:10.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got tagged.&lt;br /&gt;â€œThis is what you are supposed to do - cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game..(what if i dont want to ==) People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things about themselves as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.â€&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i get ulcers very frequently.&lt;br /&gt;2) i HATE it when ppl say my name wrongly, but i guess im used to it. today though i heard a new variation. wow.&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;s&gt;i..hadacrushforthreeyearsandHAHAcounting?&lt;/s&gt; i miss my eyecandy.&lt;br /&gt;4) i dont get my priorities right (eg i'll write a letter before studying for a test. tsk me.)&lt;br /&gt;5) i want to study medicine but i think i'll freak out first.&lt;br /&gt;6) i go onto 'freeze' or 'stone' mode when i dont know what to say. or do.&lt;br /&gt;i tag;&lt;br /&gt;joy, laiweng, valerie, chewy, ruimin, oak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALA and fyi im not going to go around tagging them. okay so i will cept the last one cos im &lt;s&gt;too lazy.&lt;/s&gt; tired. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-9000318047341592940?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/9000318047341592940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/9000318047341592940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/got-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-9188155285591404865</id><published>2007-04-14T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T19:55:32.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at 0530 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;FIVETHIRTY!&lt;br /&gt;on a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;it's... unprecedented.&lt;br /&gt;unheard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid bio lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note- referring to the LECTURES not the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;like it makes a difference?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy was all 'take a cab'&lt;br /&gt;but wake up alr might as well take public trans right.&lt;br /&gt;i think this is the first time&lt;br /&gt;i ever wake up so insanely early to take public trans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN:D&lt;br /&gt;its so early and dark and all. can't wait to do it again next week haha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecture... heh heh.. didnt exactly pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;drew a chucky version of ziyan which&lt;br /&gt;didnt look lik her at all. :\ ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have come to the conclusion that ziyan can be a bit crazy at times.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to swings with laiweng. played the touch-foot (?) thing 30+ times then she sian alr): ohwell:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 67 home, then it was 1135. i took a very long way home (ie walking through and around buildings) and reached home one hour or so later. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else. i can barely do math. screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH. i reread phantom of the opera! :D&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch the musical now lol.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if they showed the torture chamber part.&lt;br /&gt;want to see exactly how it was constructed. heh.&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the phantom very poor thing leh. throughout the whole book&lt;br /&gt;(puffin classic. dont laugh i bought it when i was p4 or sth)&lt;br /&gt;raoul was portrayed as the 'lover'&lt;br /&gt;i think he's slightly... sissy? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;and the phantom is portrayed as this mad... thing.&lt;br /&gt;he is, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. and some don juan triumphant thing.&lt;br /&gt;i want to hear! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if its real. they said it was.. shall google it or sth xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah needs to mug and shouldnt be here. tsk deborah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello ziyan! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-9188155285591404865?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/9188155285591404865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/9188155285591404865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/woke-up-at-0530-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-2035760305591411392</id><published>2007-04-13T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:33:39.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>koped from sarahpor again. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Music is my life.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I write poetry/songlyrics.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My hair covers part of my face.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear band shirts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know who Jeffree Star is.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wear/wore converse.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear/wore vans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have or want my lip pierced.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I had/have listen to Saves TheDay, Chiodos, Thursday and/or MyChemical Romance. (MCR very emo meh.)&lt;br /&gt;Total= 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] My love life sucks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm in a band.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My MSN name has an x in it&lt;br /&gt;[x] I understand that My ChemicalRomance is not emo.(more of &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; it isnt.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I also understand that Green Day is not emo.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know what mosh means.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I sit in corners often.&lt;br /&gt;[x] most of the time I dislike MTV.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I take pictures of myself a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Especially ones where you can'tsee my whole face.&lt;br /&gt;Total= 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am lost without a cd player/myiPod/phone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know that emo is not just a stereotype&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have/had thick oversized glasses&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have/had a mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've worn black nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate my mom.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate my dad.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate where I live.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Black is a great color technically speaking it isn't a color&lt;br /&gt;[x]I do/have cut myself. (PAPER CUT!!! im not THAT far gone ==)&lt;br /&gt;Total= 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Right now I am listening to music&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know what hxc and sxe mean.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Myspace = Love and addiction.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hot Topic doesn't scare me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear studded belts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a body part signed by a band.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've cried while listening toDashboard Confessional.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have/ had dyed/want to dye myhair black.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My closet is mostly filled withblack or dark clothes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I cry a lot&lt;br /&gt;[x] I write on myself/or sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been called emo before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate being called emo.&lt;br /&gt;total =1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add all the numbers together then multiply that by 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M 42% EMO. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-2035760305591411392?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2035760305591411392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2035760305591411392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/koped-from-sarahpor-again.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6591517608976220744</id><published>2007-04-13T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:30:17.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>koped from sarahpor x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ABOUT YOU...]&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: to pass tests.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: failing tests.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: &lt;b&gt;209 '06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: the tv&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: not studying for tests (have you realised my life &lt;i&gt;revolves&lt;/i&gt; around tests? or school for that matter. i have no life:( )&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE: reading:D and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: no actually i can't.&lt;br /&gt;I SING: every day?&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: be studying for darned tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WHEN YOU SEE THIS NAME YOU THINK OF...]&lt;br /&gt;RYAN: my kindergarten crush, the gay ryan in dunno what story, the nice ryan in another story...&lt;br /&gt;DOUG: duck. dont ask why.&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: a very angelic mummy's boy. or John 3:16.&lt;br /&gt;SCOTT: scottish terrier. esp the one in lady and the tramp HAHA i can see ziyan laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;KENNY: kenneth. aka my couz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[IN THE LAST FEW DAYS, HAVE YOU...]&lt;br /&gt;CRIED: hmm yeah, to destress.&lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;GOTTEN SICK: no, and i'd better not.&lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT TO THE MOVIES: no. need to study.&lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT FOR DINNER: no. need to eat less.&lt;br /&gt;SAID "I LOVE YOU": not in so many words, but yeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER: a real letter and a half.&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL: er.. yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WOULD YOU EVER...]&lt;br /&gt;EAT A BUG: i read somewhere that the aver human eats an average of 30 spiders in their lifetime. cos when ur sleeping sometimes your mouth hangs open and a spider crawls in... so many that, and ants. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;BUNGEE JUMP: no. heard your cornea can tear while jumping. high price to pay eh?&lt;br /&gt;REVERSE SLIDE: whats tt?&lt;br /&gt;KILL SOMEONE: no. not gonna play around with corpses either.&lt;br /&gt;WALK ON HOT COALS: oww. no. why would i?&lt;br /&gt;GO OUT TO EAT WITH A COMPLETE STRANGER: depends.&lt;br /&gt;GO OUT WITH SOMEONE FOR THEIR REPUTATION: go out as in date? er, no.&lt;br /&gt;BE A VEGETARIAN: heh heh. i dont have that much self control.&lt;br /&gt;PURPOSELY HURT SOMEONE: hurt as in emotionally or physically or mentally or...? poor ziyan. :)&lt;br /&gt;RUN A RED LIGHT: no. walk, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;DYE YOUR HAIR BLUE: no. :\&lt;br /&gt;MAKE SOMEONE CRY: not on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;STAY UP ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT: YEAH!:D oh i cant wait for the next world cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THE LAST PERSON WHO...]&lt;br /&gt;SLEPT ON THE SAME BED WITH YOU: oh my. dont know. =x&lt;br /&gt;SAW YOU CRY: no idea.&lt;br /&gt;YOU SAW CRY: my sister (ning)&lt;br /&gt;WENT TO THE MOVIES WITH: dont even remb the last movie i watched.&lt;br /&gt;YOU WENT FOR DINNER WITH: ziyan and jo, few sundays ago before acjc band concert.&lt;br /&gt;CALLED YOU ON THE PHONE: incl or excl missed calls?&lt;br /&gt;YOU CALLED ON THE PHONE: yichan.&lt;br /&gt;TEXTED YOU: yichan. haha! have you found your shoes yet? I DIDNT TAKE YOURS xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DO YOU PREFER]&lt;br /&gt;FLOWERS OR CANDY: flowers, unless the candy meant chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;GREY OR BLACK: black.&lt;br /&gt;COLOUR OR BLACK: depends on the colour&lt;br /&gt;SUNRISE OR SUNSET: both&lt;br /&gt;STAYING UP LATE OR WAKING UP EARLY: staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6591517608976220744?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6591517608976220744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6591517608976220744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/koped-from-sarahpor-x-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-8678328482738013536</id><published>2007-04-13T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:18:35.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>koped from ziyan, who koped from qianwen. hvnt done quizzes in a while x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{-my marriage age is...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know how to make a pot of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I keep track of dates using a calender.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own more than one credit card.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know how to change the oil in a car.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know how to do my own laundry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I vote every election.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can cook for myself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I think politics are exciting.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I balance my checkbook.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My parents have better things to say than my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I show up for school/college/work every day early.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse(eh, pencil counted right?).&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've never gotten a detention.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have never smoked a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have never gotten completely trashed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have forgotten my own birthday at least once.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like to take walks by myself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched talk shows(?).&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know what 'credibility' means without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I drink coffee at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can count to 10 in another language.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When I say I'm going to do something, I do it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My parents trust me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can make adults laugh without being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to water the plants.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I study when I have to.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I pay attention at school/college (unless i fall asleep. :D)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to feed my pets.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can spell 'experience' without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I work out on a regular basis.(lol?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I clean up my own mess.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The people at Starbucks know me by name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My favorite kind of food is take out.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have gained weight since middle/high school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing I do when I wake up is get caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can go to the store without getting something I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I understand political jokes the first time they are said.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can type quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My only friends are from my place of employment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been to a tupperware party(?).&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have more bills than I can pay.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] All my friends are older than I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can say no to staying out all night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I use the internet every day(pretty much.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My wardrobe hasn't changed in a while.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can read a book and actually finish it.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add up all the numbers and repost this as: "My marriage age is..."&lt;br /&gt;my marriage age is 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-8678328482738013536?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8678328482738013536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8678328482738013536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/koped-from-ziyan-who-koped-from-qianwen.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6938678190645425329</id><published>2007-04-11T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:00:47.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you without knowing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or when, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or from where.&lt;br /&gt;I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I love you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because I know no other way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than this: where I does not exist, nor you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,&lt;br /&gt;so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6938678190645425329?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6938678190645425329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6938678190645425329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-do-not-love-you-i-love-you-without.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-2621378175180077400</id><published>2007-04-11T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:52:26.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"... not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell that just came to mind. from &lt;em&gt;My Sister's Keeper. &lt;/em&gt;i've read that book at least thrice alr and im havent tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;don't you think though. if that gift wasnt what they expected and they still smiled and said thank you, that it wouldnt be totally sincere? if it was totally unexpected (in a good way) i guess it would be. an example prob would be (haha) my birthday presents last year x)&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt expect zhenping's crazy present. xD i wasnt &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; expecting anyone to get me muffy, cos, wth its 109 bucks! so i guess that abv sentence applies. not that i didnt want muffy, i did and i still do. muffy is &lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started watching frankenstein today. still find it gross how he cut off people's body parts and sewed everything together. whats his prob, man. victor frankenstein i mean. he wanted &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; badly for the... &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; to come alive, and when it did, he freaked out. wth? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nycb gold! :D congrats ppl(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tests next week oh im so screwed. what else? what else? dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It doesn't take a whole long life to realize that what we deserve, we rarely get."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-2621378175180077400?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2621378175180077400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2621378175180077400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6378903592776868685</id><published>2007-04-10T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:11:57.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JIAYOU NYCB! you can do it(: just have faith. enjoy the moment and do your best; God will do the rest. play well, it's the moment you've been practising for, so you won't ever regret it. JIAYOU!! GET THAT GWH!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i only hope &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;do, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just have faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6378903592776868685?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6378903592776868685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6378903592776868685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/jiayou-nycb-you-can-do-it-just-have.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-3941041484847043417</id><published>2007-04-09T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:52:23.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>band SYF in &lt;48 hours. jiayou! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-3941041484847043417?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/3941041484847043417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/3941041484847043417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/band-syf-in-48-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-9022093475319267887</id><published>2007-04-09T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:52:02.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sick and tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of waiting, waiting, &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;waiting, always doing all the work. i've probably heard all the excuses there are to be made, maybe except oh my _(close relative)_ died. 9 minutes to 8. so lets see who actually remembers to send their stuff in. may the countdown begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-9022093475319267887?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/9022093475319267887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/9022093475319267887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-sick-and-tired-of-waiting-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-619307257539043972</id><published>2007-04-08T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:53:06.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy easter! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;happy birthday, big kid(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot there was school tmr until i talked to gaomin and she said 'see you in school tmr' :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meiling! easter bunny xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to start? cont'd? finish? IH. bleargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-619307257539043972?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/619307257539043972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/619307257539043972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter-d-i-forgot-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-8353660141291317784</id><published>2007-04-07T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:19:10.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand. i think i tend to think to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manipulations of the overactive, overimaginative mind.&lt;br /&gt;bubbles, laughter and songs.&lt;br /&gt;a glance back -&lt;br /&gt;he was never looking at me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an eternity to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start, i &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;i won't regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned lately how much i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loathe&lt;/span&gt; IH?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-8353660141291317784?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8353660141291317784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8353660141291317784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6052578759946891833</id><published>2007-04-06T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:51:43.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its so tiring, school. if you really thought hard about it, there's no real point in studying. last time, if you had an O lvl degree, ppl look up to you. then it was A lvl. then University. then masters. then PhD. there's nothing after that. and everyone is getting tt alr. so why still bother to run the rat race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cant afford to sit back and relax in nanyang. really. i did, and look what happened? im screwed. really screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF is coming up, and i dunno, i dont think we sound all that great. coupled with the constant fear of getting kicked out, and the fact that tests are like, in one week, wow. no wonder ziyan is turning into stone. not literally, but well. and she's right. mcr is a nice cure for schoolsickness. dunno abt her, but it gives me a satisfying headache if i listen long and loud enough. hope i dont go deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to pass math? i dunno:\ hmm. or for that matter, phys or bio. chinese is this wed. i think they're gonna test hongloumeng. hvnt read it. dont intend to. wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6052578759946891833?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6052578759946891833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6052578759946891833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-so-tiring-school.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4110117876155965751</id><published>2007-04-06T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:46:02.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;At the cross I bow my knee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Your blood was shed for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no greater love than this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things left to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) IH proposal&lt;br /&gt;2) overdue: math 7.1, 7.2&lt;br /&gt;3) bio TYS. can't find the darned book.&lt;br /&gt;4) study for chinese common test. its on wed.&lt;br /&gt;5) catch up on math AND bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow all that in two days. sure, i know its my fault for not using today properly. but when the teachers said 'long weekend' somehow my brain fooled me and made me think 'long weekend' meant at least 4 days away from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only one extra day, and its not like we stay at home stoning. one day + weekend = long weekend. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shyam has been pestering me for the IH presentation and i dont know why. all i know is that if i dont have it done by monday im bloody screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im slacking too much, i really am. guess im not going out tmr after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4110117876155965751?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4110117876155965751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4110117876155965751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-cross-i-bow-my-knee-where-your-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-7349276501424307164</id><published>2007-04-05T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:55:10.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ripped from jo(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 or lower means you're not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have ran into a glass/screen door.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have jumped out/off of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have ran into a tree/bush/lampposts/pipes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tried to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You just tried to sing them.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have choked on your own spit.(HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've never seen the Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You type only with two fingers.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire &lt;br /&gt;[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have caught yourself drooling.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've fallen asleep in class (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] If someone says "fart" you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People are often shaking their heads and walk away from you&lt;br /&gt;[ ]you are often told to use your "inside voice".&lt;br /&gt;[ ]you use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have eaten a bug.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;br /&gt;[x]You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand&lt;br /&gt;So far: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You repost bulletins/return emails because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Your friends know not to use big words around you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You tilt your head when you're confused&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen out of your chair before&lt;br /&gt;So far: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you're laying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The word "umm" is used many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;So far: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa scary. i am borderline not stupid. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-7349276501424307164?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/7349276501424307164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/7349276501424307164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/ripped-from-jo-18-or-lower-means-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-8983808074930505571</id><published>2007-04-05T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:51:55.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see the world in a grain of sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a heaven in a wild flower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hold infinity in the palm of your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And eternity in an hour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-8983808074930505571?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8983808074930505571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8983808074930505571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-see-world-in-grain-of-sand-and.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-1025700940035101866</id><published>2007-04-04T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:16:04.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly feel so happy(: i dont know why. must be caitong's syf morale booster cum pep talk. :D thanks cai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch prac was fun! hilarious. fun. im running out of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compre test - im going to fail it. i need to read more. and apparently i have lost most, if not all, of my onceuponatime ability to express thoughts into words. so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio remedial - im screwed as well. need to pia. it was unbelievably boring, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) bio TYS&lt;br /&gt;2) math 7.1, 7.2. overdue.&lt;br /&gt;3) physics prac. overdue.&lt;br /&gt;4) physics SIA ppt.&lt;br /&gt;5) start on IH SIA.&lt;br /&gt;6) buy parts for chem car - i'll get them on sat.&lt;br /&gt;7) i dont remember. and i dont really care(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tests coming. so screwed. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. im going to kolkata after all!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-1025700940035101866?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1025700940035101866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1025700940035101866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-suddenly-feel-so-happy-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4988368784007753227</id><published>2007-04-03T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:11:39.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NYCO 2007: GOLD WITH HONOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they DESERVE it. they've practised so long, so hard. i'm so proud of CO(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can picture the proud, elated smiles on elise's (your solo! :D), yijiao's, zhuoda's, caitong's, chewy's, laiweng's faces. [they're in 209 '07 reg order. hope i hvnt left anyone out!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if luoning came back to watch. heh. it wouldnt be a wasted trip; GWH! oh man. i hope in 3 weeks i'll be able to blog that we got it too. NYC jiayou! :D we can do it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww haha my sister (ning) just fed me gummy bears! :D i remb the colours okay. yellow-red-red-orange. LOL. hey cosi bello colours x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today is vGAY's mum's birthday, lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doomed. math due tmr i havent done. ting xie on thurs, havent studied and too lazy to. bad me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dancing in the rain, singing for all you're worth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;choir - a &lt;em&gt;class&lt;/em&gt; above the rest. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4988368784007753227?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4988368784007753227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4988368784007753227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/nyco-2007-gold-with-honours-and-they.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6605558648901125112</id><published>2007-04-02T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:38:09.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally changed skin. heh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6605558648901125112?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6605558648901125112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6605558648901125112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally-changed-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-3793697169484858100</id><published>2007-04-02T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:08:46.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>belated happy birthday ruimin! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haha happy april fools' xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-3793697169484858100?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/3793697169484858100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/3793697169484858100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/belated-happy-birthday-ruimin-d-and.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-7459808621030642053</id><published>2007-04-02T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:06:19.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminiscence. went for 9oclock adult svc with sher; &lt;em&gt;that song&lt;/em&gt;. i wish i was going this year. but it just wouldnt be the same w/o sher. i guess its better this way; when we refer to &lt;em&gt;that time&lt;/em&gt; we know exactly when it is. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: i remember going somewhr then and seeing a nice dog. or two. what breed? forgot. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. sign was fun. i wish we could learn more 'useful' stuff though. ohwell:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went home and got scolded by mum cos i'm 'going out again'. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ziyan and jo for dinner at bk at raffles city. kena bullied. ohwell it was fun. then to esplanade; stoned there for at least half an hour trying to sell that one extra ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acjc band concert was great(: ooh i love the organ(: too bad it didnt have a solo.. haha maybe the guy playing should have dressed as the phantom or some crazy person or sth. lol. x) it was great, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home close to 12, kena scolded &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt; really, dont they &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; get tired of scolding? nagging? &lt;em&gt;i sure am. &lt;/em&gt;so annoyed. so NOW i can't use msn OR sms anyone at night (WOW there goes what little life i have) and i have to sleep by 11. what am i, your &lt;em&gt;dog?&lt;/em&gt; why dont you just bloody chain me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lang arts lecture today was interesting. i want to volunteer, but OHH you know what i bet you anything &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; will just breathe down my neck even more. get OFF my case, can't you. its VOLUNTEER work, for goodness sake. im not going on shopping sprees and stuff. its VOLUNTEER work. you know, the kind where you HELP ppl? wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreading till when they get home. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, &lt;strong&gt;good luck to NYCO for SYF tmr! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. anyone going to kolkata? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-7459808621030642053?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/7459808621030642053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/7459808621030642053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-reminiscence.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-2472515127607475239</id><published>2007-03-30T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:20:01.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or more specifically, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. i screwed chem SPA and choir SYF auditions. pretty sure im gonna get kicked out. funny to see how it looks like on screen. the getting kicked out part i mean. i havent come across a word to sufficiently describe 'extremely upset' before. and even that is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and there was PTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, im screwed. my mother now wants me in bed by 11.30pm daily. and on the way home she wouldnt stop asking: "Why are you always so tired? Why do you sleep in your classes? Why do you always sleep so late? You hv very poor time management."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw that freaking person. not my mum, that is. that _____ (again i cant think of a suitable word to describe tt person). argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF prac at VCH tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i got in:\ SYF is what we've been &lt;em&gt;dreaming&lt;/em&gt; about since sec one. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. and my mum doesnt want me to go to kolkata == whats wrong with wanting to go for regional cip? why should i go to china instead? wth if i go to china, what do i &lt;em&gt;take away&lt;/em&gt;? chances are i'll stutter my way through. zhanglaoshi would KILL me if she saw me now:\ oh and i saw yanlaoshi today! :D havent seen her in ages. she's the best chinese teacher i've ever had so far i think. mhm:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and mummy dearest forbids me (okay im exaggerating, but is &lt;strong&gt;strongly&lt;/strong&gt; against) from gg for obs sabah. doesnt really matter, i never had any real intention to go anyway. ditto for new zealand adventure; its like a more 'high-class' version of obs sabah only. and way more expensive. oh plus snow. granted, i've never seen snow (yes mr kuo i AM deprived) but still. no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want to go to kolkata. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-2472515127607475239?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2472515127607475239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2472515127607475239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-fridays.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-5239671188047420418</id><published>2007-03-29T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:41:33.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank God my internet is finally working again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. a few days ago we had the funniest bio lesson in our 3 months. couldnt stop laughing; it was that funny(: all i can remember of it, sadly, is (roughly):&lt;br /&gt;lss: are any of you bulimic?&lt;br /&gt;class: -silence-&lt;br /&gt;lss: no? good.&lt;br /&gt;class: -cant remb what-&lt;br /&gt;lss: let me tell you about bulimics okay. number one: they like to waste food.&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;class: -erupts into laughter-&lt;br /&gt;lss starts laughing after a while as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so it didnt ttly go like that. but roughly. :) hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. chem lessons/kuo lessons have also been pretty entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;eg. he spent one half hour period (or was it an hour?) to teach us how to buy diamonds. LOL. i am now tempted to take my mum's diamond ring (does she have one? oops.) and scratch glass, see whether got a deep enough mark anot x) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and he told us his platinum wedding ring fell off during a soccer match. HAHAHAHAHA. omg. i wanted to ask what his wife said la, but sure kiam pa one, so didnt. hilarious. my mum would have scolded my dad senseless x) okay not so bad, but yeah. lose your wedding ring in a SOCCER MATCH?! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today quite okay i guess. just that this morning i learnt that tmr gonna have SYF auditions. i am so screwed. i hvnt sung in a while, and the songs, esp life defends, takes a little getting used to. can't reach, crap.&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. yeah. chinese. i tell you the teacher is darn toot (no offence, really.) but also darn nice. she closed the doors and pulled the curtains shut, turned off all the lights. so it was reasonably dark. and then she put on some old video with a narrator who apparently does not know how to vary her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep. i told laiweng before i dozed off: she turn off all the lights, close the doors close the curtains, how can she expect us NOT to slp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure enough, about 20 min later i poked my head up, half the class was sleeping alr. or at least, their heads were on the table. LOL. some pro ppl were still AWAKE. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, laoshi never scold. quite shocked. i mean, its obvious we're all sleeping. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after maths remedial (i left after he finished tier B) i took 156 to junction 8. walked around hoping i was going the right direction. found S11, but ended up walking around in circles. finally found the shop, and the damn two pairs of wheels cost $19.80. wth? still got the shafts ($3) and the chassis (i forgot to ask for price) to buy. meaning i'll have to go back:\ sigh. at least i know where the shop is now. apparently alot of ppl go there to buy the whole set. people from my school that is. lol. oh no meaning we're behind time so screwed=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep on the bus, as usual. i should really stay awake, and see what route it takes. ah, who cares la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah then when i woke up i looked at the tvmobile thingy on the tv and saw a very familiar face.. OH. it was shyam. okay fine i think i damn toot la, but i've never seen shyam on tv before. a bit... weird. seeing your teacher on tv. but not unusual i guess? i mean, (unless im veryverywrong) he holds the record for 100m what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah speaking of running. ran 5 rounds w/o stopping for PE. wanted to die alr. napfa how ar. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem SPA tmr. help.&lt;br /&gt;SYF AUDITIONS TMR. HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah is soooo screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: i finally signed into friendster haha after what, 6 months? lol. less than that la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-5239671188047420418?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5239671188047420418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5239671188047420418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-god-my-internet-is-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-2746242603446208166</id><published>2007-03-26T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:29:33.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at about 12.15pm(: twelve full hours of sleep! the first time this year i believe. its so refreshing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempted math until about 3, then ficpress-ed till 4. then went to bathe and rushed out at 5. went to coro first, had dinner at Golden Rooster - alone): so toot la sit there alone:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell then spent about 15 minutes standing looking at earrings like an idiot. zhenping say dowan flowers mah, cos flowers will die. lol. there were nicer earrings la, but i didnt bring enough money out. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to buy flowers. i think the lady increased the price leh. last time i bought i THINK one rose was one dollar loh:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap caught a bus back. walking to the main gate, i saw two puppies:D huge, though. of course, whaddya expect. they were a chocolate lab and a german shephard. :D so cute(: i havent played with dogs in the longest time. sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to sit alone for concert; ziyan couldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toot, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guzheng concert was nice. i hvnt heard them play whole songs before:) esp a few of the pieces, but i didnt really catch the title. sorry!): eh never play xiao ao jiang hu): HAHA. i remb we heard gz play tt last year while making OM props lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interval - nothing much either. talked to ros for a while.&lt;br /&gt;my camera is lousy i tell you. not sharp one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. after interval there was one song; ru guo, is it? which lydia sang to. very nice:) i recorded all the songs after interval in my phone. i think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm after interval ros and melanie went to kap and i hung arnd talking to chewy and stoning. until abt 10 plus, then zp was released or sth. when we reached the hwachong bus stop my mum called and i said i was there la. and i think she thought i meant i was on the way home or sth alr o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap hmm kap was pretty crowded. ate and talked until 11, at our 'OM corner' x) then decided to leave, only to realise it was raining quite heavily:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so end up we asked one of the drivers in at the macs drive through if he would be willing to drive us to the bus stop on the other side. OMG HE AGREED. so nice la! obviously he wont be reading this, but THANKYOUSOMUCH! :D&lt;br /&gt;[please forget that all your mommies told you &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; times not to get into a stranger's car]&lt;br /&gt;the rain was really heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap all 3 of us took 154. then a while after zp alighted my mum called, shrieking.&lt;br /&gt;mum: DEBORAH! WHERE ARE YOU NOW!?!&lt;br /&gt;me: uh... machpherson?&lt;br /&gt;mum: MACPHERSON?! NOW ITS ELEVEN THIRTY ALREADY YOU KNOW ANOT?!&lt;br /&gt;me: -looks at watch. oops- ya.&lt;br /&gt;mum: then just now ask you if need daddy to pick you you say dont need?!&lt;br /&gt;me: uh ya i can go home myself la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. my dad picked me from the paya lebar mrt station anyway.  as i was waiting for him i kind of forgot that below 18s arent supposed to 'loiter' around after 11. hmmm. it was 11.45 x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i feel so pai. by my terms, of course. come on loh if not doing hwk/rushing hwk is pai, what more staying out? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voice of Truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the voice of truth tells me a different story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the voice of truth says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;Do not be afraid&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the voice of truth says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;This is for my glory&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and of all the voices calling out to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will choose to listen and believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the voice of truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-2746242603446208166?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2746242603446208166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2746242603446208166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-woke-up-at-about-12.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4159063180056492886</id><published>2007-03-22T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:46:09.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is chewy day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday chewfei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to anyone who tagged; for some absurd reason i can't access my blog. ridiculous i tell you. so NOW my own computer has decided to betray me and ban me from my blog?! bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been... relatively uneventful. shocking though, that i was wide awake and alert after one and a half hours of continuous math, but half an hour (actually less than that i think) into bio i wanted to curl up in a corner (actually i dont the corners in class are breeding grounds for spiders) and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand OR remember a single freaking thing lss said im so screwed. i need to print notes. OMG I NEED TO PRINT NOTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the printer wont die on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and too late, i also realised that we have to hand in bio ws 4.2 tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it is my math 5.2 and phys CD 2.8 are still stuck with me, at least one question undone. deborah is SCREWED i tell you. screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by saturday, i have to:&lt;br /&gt;-clear out my file. its getting.. messy (understatement of the week)&lt;br /&gt;-read up and print bio notes. UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;-at least start on physics SIA ppt.&lt;br /&gt;-start research for chinese SIA. on chinese instru?? help.&lt;br /&gt;-come up with the first draft of the questionnaire for IH SIA, if not the final.&lt;br /&gt;-remember to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is zhenping and rongxian (ohmytian they sound like a couple)'s piano exams. good luck! :D jiayou k. just do your best, God will do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to the guzheng ppl for their concert this sat too! i hope i wont forget and miss the whole thing=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg attempt bio, or sth. darnnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4159063180056492886?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4159063180056492886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4159063180056492886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-chewy-day-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-1399062512040933833</id><published>2007-03-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:27:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah lets see. over the course of 1 (one) week, deborahtay has managed to polish off one and a half litres of ice cream and about two packets(those frozen ones) of fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me if i havent gotten obese already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe its a good thingits track this term. although im not looking forward to it. hell, im not even looking forward to SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have another whole chpt (actually two if i want to redo my terrible work) of bio tys to finish BY TONIGHT and math worksheets (2) which i dont know how to do BY TONIGHT and hmm what else nothing okay good i hope it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone kill me? i mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-1399062512040933833?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1399062512040933833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1399062512040933833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ah-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4007660438875135897</id><published>2007-03-17T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:25:00.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just felt like posting pictures. a lot eh? just to prove my point that memories are always there, sometimes you just need a stimulant to remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you're having fun now, and from what i 'hear', you are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss 209.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4007660438875135897?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4007660438875135897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4007660438875135897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-felt-like-posting-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-666992648227849743</id><published>2007-03-17T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:22:54.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvdLmz_-BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QuvDxm4OkQo/s1600-h/PC190010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042867399238350866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvdLmz_-BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QuvDxm4OkQo/s200/PC190010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ziyan and zhenping's christmas presents. you two still have them? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvdL2z_-CI/AAAAAAAAAUc/S-9Rd-Jd8tk/s1600-h/P9150688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042867403533318178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvdL2z_-CI/AAAAAAAAAUc/S-9Rd-Jd8tk/s200/P9150688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tribute to them two. bones is darn cute okay be glad. that green bear is nice too, very cuddly. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvdMGz_-DI/AAAAAAAAAUk/y92YqJEFq9k/s1600-h/val+me+zp+yan+with+sweets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042867407828285490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvdMGz_-DI/AAAAAAAAAUk/y92YqJEFq9k/s200/val+me+zp+yan+with+sweets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; amazing race '06. :) want to go again this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcY2z_98I/AAAAAAAAATs/duwCteB4cmo/s1600-h/P8310789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042866527359989698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcY2z_98I/AAAAAAAAATs/duwCteB4cmo/s200/P8310789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OM powerofseven. is that email acc still there ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcY2z_99I/AAAAAAAAAT0/iPQe_-3G0D0/s1600-h/P8310804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042866527359989714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcY2z_99I/AAAAAAAAAT0/iPQe_-3G0D0/s200/P8310804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcZGz_9-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/bCZVehT2uug/s1600-h/P8310843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042866531654957026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcZGz_9-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/bCZVehT2uug/s200/P8310843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; something tells me ziyan is gonna take a chopper to my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcZGz_9_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0cIwoddeX2o/s1600-h/P8310840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042866531654957042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcZGz_9_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0cIwoddeX2o/s200/P8310840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; uhuh. her too. too bad i only have one neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcZWz_-AI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7AhHXrDYETM/s1600-h/P8310839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042866535949924354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcZWz_-AI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7AhHXrDYETM/s200/P8310839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcB2z_93I/AAAAAAAAATE/qWP7CMU2HEg/s1600-h/PC050020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042866132222998386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcB2z_93I/AAAAAAAAATE/qWP7CMU2HEg/s200/PC050020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this one's just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcCGz_94I/AAAAAAAAATM/3tUJOFgm9os/s1600-h/P8310694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042866136517965698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcCGz_94I/AAAAAAAAATM/3tUJOFgm9os/s200/P8310694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 209 '06 blanket thingum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcCWz_95I/AAAAAAAAATU/nwx7xNw0xbQ/s1600-h/P8310733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042866140812933010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcCWz_95I/AAAAAAAAATU/nwx7xNw0xbQ/s200/P8310733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcCmz_96I/AAAAAAAAATc/UUt2ngNlofc/s1600-h/P8310718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042866145107900322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcCmz_96I/AAAAAAAAATc/UUt2ngNlofc/s200/P8310718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; never fails to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcCmz_97I/AAAAAAAAATk/4CAc2w1LOuA/s1600-h/P8310774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042866145107900338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvcCmz_97I/AAAAAAAAATk/4CAc2w1LOuA/s200/P8310774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 209 '06 is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-666992648227849743?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/666992648227849743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/666992648227849743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ziyan-and-zhenpings-christmas-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvdLmz_-BI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QuvDxm4OkQo/s72-c/PC190010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-1684688964336276072</id><published>2007-03-17T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:12:01.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvaQGz_92I/AAAAAAAAAS8/_FXz2KxWCpY/s1600-h/PC080007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042864178012878690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvaQGz_92I/AAAAAAAAAS8/_FXz2KxWCpY/s200/PC080007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this one's for you. there's a rainbow in every shadow (lol), remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvZq2z_9xI/AAAAAAAAASU/yfkTMQ3XQQs/s1600-h/PB010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042863538062751506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvZq2z_9xI/AAAAAAAAASU/yfkTMQ3XQQs/s200/PB010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she can be cute when she wants to. wait till i take one of her pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvZq2z_9yI/AAAAAAAAASc/MRSFuSEDz08/s1600-h/PB130015+N.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042863538062751522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvZq2z_9yI/AAAAAAAAASc/MRSFuSEDz08/s200/PB130015+N.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'nuff said. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvZrGz_9zI/AAAAAAAAASk/4MqOHN7gR7s/s1600-h/PC090036+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042863542357718834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvZrGz_9zI/AAAAAAAAASk/4MqOHN7gR7s/s200/PC090036+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sher will kill me. hey i photoshopped that part alr! although i didnt do a very good job; im rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvZrWz_90I/AAAAAAAAASs/PXLJuvJKI_w/s1600-h/PC090043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042863546652686146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvZrWz_90I/AAAAAAAAASs/PXLJuvJKI_w/s200/PC090043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; whatshisname mongo bongo schmongo. cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvZrWz_91I/AAAAAAAAAS0/K4iz6hOQxoI/s1600-h/PC090045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042863546652686162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvZrWz_91I/AAAAAAAAAS0/K4iz6hOQxoI/s200/PC090045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but he's not the ONLY cute monkey around ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-1684688964336276072?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1684688964336276072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1684688964336276072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-ones-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvaQGz_92I/AAAAAAAAAS8/_FXz2KxWCpY/s72-c/PC080007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4731704366712621494</id><published>2007-03-17T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:04:18.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvYb2z_9sI/AAAAAAAAARs/3UldFtl5o34/s1600-h/P8010546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042862180853085890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvYb2z_9sI/AAAAAAAAARs/3UldFtl5o34/s200/P8010546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; don't you miss them? i know &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvYcGz_9tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JrqRLhfE2hs/s1600-h/P7220340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042862185148053202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvYcGz_9tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JrqRLhfE2hs/s200/P7220340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; choir batchmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvYcWz_9uI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vM0qEjKxfGE/s1600-h/P7220386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042862189443020514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvYcWz_9uI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vM0qEjKxfGE/s200/P7220386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you can't tell, but we were tiptoe-ing. and im still taller! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvYcmz_9vI/AAAAAAAAASE/ETzwvfD_Zdo/s1600-h/P6230033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042862193737987826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvYcmz_9vI/AAAAAAAAASE/ETzwvfD_Zdo/s200/P6230033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sis. cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvYcmz_9wI/AAAAAAAAASM/d0tt7tDiHwU/s1600-h/P7240461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042862193737987842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvYcmz_9wI/AAAAAAAAASM/d0tt7tDiHwU/s200/P7240461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waste ppr == no one ever does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvXy2z_9nI/AAAAAAAAARE/6ipWYjm3pS8/s1600-h/PB170136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042861476478449266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvXy2z_9nI/AAAAAAAAARE/6ipWYjm3pS8/s200/PB170136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mel ong's debut recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvXzGz_9oI/AAAAAAAAARM/VheU815G9qg/s1600-h/PB170055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042861480773416578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvXzGz_9oI/AAAAAAAAARM/VheU815G9qg/s200/PB170055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvXzGz_9pI/AAAAAAAAARU/fPaNcDBFpy0/s1600-h/P6280110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042861480773416594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvXzGz_9pI/AAAAAAAAARU/fPaNcDBFpy0/s200/P6280110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taken on route to moelc last year. cute? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvX1Wz_9qI/AAAAAAAAARc/brqQQfCbvGs/s1600-h/P8010541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042861519428122274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvX1Wz_9qI/AAAAAAAAARc/brqQQfCbvGs/s200/P8010541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ms lim's birthday last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvX1mz_9rI/AAAAAAAAARk/NPT33-bUAtU/s1600-h/P8010526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042861523723089586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvX1mz_9rI/AAAAAAAAARk/NPT33-bUAtU/s200/P8010526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4731704366712621494?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4731704366712621494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4731704366712621494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-you-miss-them-i-know-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvYb2z_9sI/AAAAAAAAARs/3UldFtl5o34/s72-c/P8010546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-3657108103518549732</id><published>2007-03-17T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T19:55:12.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvWb2z_9iI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7faZGR4nvwc/s1600-h/PA130045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042859981829830178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvWb2z_9iI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7faZGR4nvwc/s200/PA130045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i feel short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvWb2z_9jI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tpwn_P25tXw/s1600-h/PA130043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042859981829830194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvWb2z_9jI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tpwn_P25tXw/s200/PA130043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; best friends stay that way - if only you care enough to maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvWcGz_9kI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tuTJPsJ9dp0/s1600-h/PA130041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042859986124797506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvWcGz_9kI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tuTJPsJ9dp0/s200/PA130041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; d. m.   ah? daniel mok? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvWcWz_9lI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UZEHeEyE6JE/s1600-h/PA130039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042859990419764818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvWcWz_9lI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UZEHeEyE6JE/s200/PA130039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and pinggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvWcWz_9mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pD3yCqzkVjs/s1600-h/PA130037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042859990419764834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvWcWz_9mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pD3yCqzkVjs/s200/PA130037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zee and ping (im nice enough to use ping instead of... haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvVLWz_9dI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yfBiMPvKcGY/s1600-h/PA240045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042858598850360786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvVLWz_9dI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yfBiMPvKcGY/s200/PA240045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvVLWz_9eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dCjPHZgYOT0/s1600-h/PA240071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042858598850360802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvVLWz_9eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dCjPHZgYOT0/s200/PA240071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; upside down, inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvVLmz_9fI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DrmiayYhdLA/s1600-h/PA240099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042858603145328114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvVLmz_9fI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DrmiayYhdLA/s200/PA240099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a kor and his? her? di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvVLmz_9gI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VQKiGm4XU6U/s1600-h/PA240108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042858603145328130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvVLmz_9gI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VQKiGm4XU6U/s200/PA240108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chewy: i would fly, but the wind is blowing my hair in my face. go zp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvVL2z_9hI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kG4Y5z6apoM/s1600-h/PA240076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042858607440295442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvVL2z_9hI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kG4Y5z6apoM/s200/PA240076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-3657108103518549732?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/3657108103518549732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/3657108103518549732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-short.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvWb2z_9iI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7faZGR4nvwc/s72-c/PA130045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-2111144084987666610</id><published>2007-03-17T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T19:43:08.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvT0Wz_9TI/AAAAAAAAAOk/88JpHD-7PsI/s1600-h/P8050652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042857104201741618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvT0Wz_9TI/AAAAAAAAAOk/88JpHD-7PsI/s200/P8050652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eh.. who took this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvT0mz_9UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/IsVSbtg27MI/s1600-h/P8050650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042857108496708930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvT0mz_9UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/IsVSbtg27MI/s200/P8050650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my hands were shaking from laughing, so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvT0mz_9VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jYQk0CARf5Y/s1600-h/P8050621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042857108496708946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvT0mz_9VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jYQk0CARf5Y/s200/P8050621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; moo. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvT1Gz_9WI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6KSTX6SN_04/s1600-h/me+and+zp+reading+book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042857117086643554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvT1Gz_9WI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6KSTX6SN_04/s200/me+and+zp+reading+book.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wonder what we were looking at. again, who took this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvT1Wz_9XI/AAAAAAAAAPE/54TD4vaJitM/s1600-h/FRIES.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042857121381610866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvT1Wz_9XI/AAAAAAAAAPE/54TD4vaJitM/s200/FRIES.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they took it JUST to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSqWz_9OI/AAAAAAAAAN8/wJDyEYwdMAk/s1600-h/P7010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042855832891421922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSqWz_9OI/AAAAAAAAAN8/wJDyEYwdMAk/s200/P7010083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; muffkins(: thanks for him dears. (he's the only one on my bed now lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSqmz_9PI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8r50hsBZzjk/s1600-h/P7010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042855837186389234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSqmz_9PI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8r50hsBZzjk/s200/P7010077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSqmz_9QI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qTld3EnOvuk/s1600-h/P7010074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042855837186389250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSqmz_9QI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qTld3EnOvuk/s200/P7010074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSqmz_9RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9O0HEdALsuU/s1600-h/P7010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042855837186389266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSqmz_9RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9O0HEdALsuU/s200/P7010063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSq2z_9SI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIhu6s4D6mw/s1600-h/P7010049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042855841481356578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSq2z_9SI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIhu6s4D6mw/s200/P7010049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chewy and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSe2z_9JI/AAAAAAAAANU/dqCFboJAvs0/s1600-h/P9200662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042855635322926226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSe2z_9JI/AAAAAAAAANU/dqCFboJAvs0/s200/P9200662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; act cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSe2z_9KI/AAAAAAAAANc/y-kczboitoU/s1600-h/P9200665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042855635322926242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSe2z_9KI/AAAAAAAAANc/y-kczboitoU/s200/P9200665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; act cute-r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSg2z_9LI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZEfN9ARQJfE/s1600-h/P9200666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042855669682664626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvSg2z_9LI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZEfN9ARQJfE/s200/P9200666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; qi and ning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvShGz_9MI/AAAAAAAAANs/kXiVzaw6cIY/s1600-h/P9200667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042855673977631938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvShGz_9MI/AAAAAAAAANs/kXiVzaw6cIY/s200/P9200667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tsk x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvShGz_9NI/AAAAAAAAAN0/w-iiR3bnRfY/s1600-h/PA050700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042855673977631954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvShGz_9NI/AAAAAAAAAN0/w-iiR3bnRfY/s200/PA050700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wonder who she's imitating. NOT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-2111144084987666610?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2111144084987666610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2111144084987666610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvT0Wz_9TI/AAAAAAAAAOk/88JpHD-7PsI/s72-c/P8050652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-5900106490469560820</id><published>2007-03-17T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T19:25:22.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP-Wz_9HI/AAAAAAAAANE/WnB5Aa7NNgY/s1600-h/PA300168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042852877953922162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP-Wz_9HI/AAAAAAAAANE/WnB5Aa7NNgY/s200/PA300168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tsk yunjia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP-mz_9II/AAAAAAAAANM/ytpUf6tVZB8/s1600-h/PA300194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042852882248889474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP-mz_9II/AAAAAAAAANM/ytpUf6tVZB8/s200/PA300194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP1Wz_9CI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mBwm3YxzKww/s1600-h/PA300128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042852723335099426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP1Wz_9CI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mBwm3YxzKww/s200/PA300128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; never thought zhuo da could act like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP1Wz_9DI/AAAAAAAAAMk/crGF3w1RJts/s1600-h/PA300136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042852723335099442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP1Wz_9DI/AAAAAAAAAMk/crGF3w1RJts/s200/PA300136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i miss playing bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP1mz_9EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a3vndQjNIw4/s1600-h/PA300137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042852727630066754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP1mz_9EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a3vndQjNIw4/s200/PA300137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP12z_9FI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4ANl66xQ1XQ/s1600-h/PA300141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042852731925034066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP12z_9FI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4ANl66xQ1XQ/s200/PA300141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP12z_9GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AJzYeGdqJWo/s1600-h/PA300152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042852731925034082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP12z_9GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AJzYeGdqJWo/s200/PA300152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 209'06 grp A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvOp2z_89I/AAAAAAAAAL0/w1Ws6aeT9as/s1600-h/PA300104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042851426254975954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvOp2z_89I/AAAAAAAAAL0/w1Ws6aeT9as/s200/PA300104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; guess who? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvOp2z_8-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/wliHJFa8qgs/s1600-h/PA300109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042851426254975970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvOp2z_8-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/wliHJFa8qgs/s200/PA300109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvOqGz_8_I/AAAAAAAAAME/Gs7MC1aK6B8/s1600-h/PA300118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042851430549943282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvOqGz_8_I/AAAAAAAAAME/Gs7MC1aK6B8/s200/PA300118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvOqGz_9AI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-BvDclRchDw/s1600-h/PA300119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042851430549943298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvOqGz_9AI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-BvDclRchDw/s200/PA300119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 28 and 29, 209 '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvOqWz_9BI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tjVkxf3yxJg/s1600-h/PA300132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042851434844910610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvOqWz_9BI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tjVkxf3yxJg/s200/PA300132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-5900106490469560820?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5900106490469560820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5900106490469560820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/tsk-yunjia.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvP-Wz_9HI/AAAAAAAAANE/WnB5Aa7NNgY/s72-c/PA300168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-9195300311142245922</id><published>2007-03-17T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T19:16:04.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvNrmz_84I/AAAAAAAAALM/Gz0nxa8nsXc/s1600-h/PA300026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042850356808119170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvNrmz_84I/AAAAAAAAALM/Gz0nxa8nsXc/s200/PA300026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; random much? but i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvNr2z_85I/AAAAAAAAALU/3N5sx0OrJiA/s1600-h/PA300064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042850361103086482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvNr2z_85I/AAAAAAAAALU/3N5sx0OrJiA/s200/PA300064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvNsGz_86I/AAAAAAAAALc/jz_Bfvc2BiU/s1600-h/PA300056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042850365398053794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvNsGz_86I/AAAAAAAAALc/jz_Bfvc2BiU/s200/PA300056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ah! she kills me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvNsWz_88I/AAAAAAAAALs/A_E5XUZqE7k/s1600-h/PA300077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042850369693021122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvNsWz_88I/AAAAAAAAALs/A_E5XUZqE7k/s200/PA300077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvMtWz_8zI/AAAAAAAAAKk/B0MWiH1bC6o/s1600-h/PA200097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042849287361262386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvMtWz_8zI/AAAAAAAAAKk/B0MWiH1bC6o/s200/PA200097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvMtWz_80I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7pApi-NcyZg/s1600-h/PA200104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042849287361262402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvMtWz_80I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7pApi-NcyZg/s200/PA200104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zhenping doesnt know what to do with her fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvMtmz_81I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Vcv72ZCS8Yk/s1600-h/PA200111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042849291656229714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvMtmz_81I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Vcv72ZCS8Yk/s200/PA200111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more comfy now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvMtmz_82I/AAAAAAAAAK8/S6IOCZWJzfI/s1600-h/PA200115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042849291656229730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvMtmz_82I/AAAAAAAAAK8/S6IOCZWJzfI/s200/PA200115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aww. zy: do you still have the one i made for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvMt2z_83I/AAAAAAAAALE/Ce9VE9Pmpr0/s1600-h/PA300022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042849295951197042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvMt2z_83I/AAAAAAAAALE/Ce9VE9Pmpr0/s200/PA300022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; imitation of bugs bunny:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-9195300311142245922?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/9195300311142245922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/9195300311142245922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-much-but-i-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvNrmz_84I/AAAAAAAAALM/Gz0nxa8nsXc/s72-c/PA300026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-8702702068214392789</id><published>2007-03-17T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T19:05:18.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvLGmz_8uI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GJOl3xDo6_s/s1600-h/PA200041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042847522129703650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvLGmz_8uI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GJOl3xDo6_s/s200/PA200041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; really, really freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvLG2z_8vI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BokGjKjv9V8/s1600-h/PA200045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042847526424670962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvLG2z_8vI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BokGjKjv9V8/s200/PA200045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvLG2z_8wI/AAAAAAAAAKM/a-HhEucjon4/s1600-h/PA200058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042847526424670978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvLG2z_8wI/AAAAAAAAAKM/a-HhEucjon4/s200/PA200058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; peace(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvLHGz_8xI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TNs9H1DfmdQ/s1600-h/PA200079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042847530719638290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvLHGz_8xI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TNs9H1DfmdQ/s200/PA200079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gasp! zhenping has gone to live with the fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvLHGz_8yI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nYV6nGl-8vE/s1600-h/PA200094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042847530719638306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvLHGz_8yI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nYV6nGl-8vE/s200/PA200094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tsk zp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvJ02z_8pI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dX4zwwHMtLk/s1600-h/PA200021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042846117675397778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvJ02z_8pI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dX4zwwHMtLk/s200/PA200021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; squiggle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvJ1Gz_8qI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ALUoKEMTSSg/s1600-h/PA200027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042846121970365090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvJ1Gz_8qI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ALUoKEMTSSg/s200/PA200027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; reminds me of the IT video we had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvJ1Wz_8rI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vlqxhp2Wbts/s1600-h/PA200036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042846126265332402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvJ1Wz_8rI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vlqxhp2Wbts/s200/PA200036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvJ1Wz_8sI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7YP-4f6FgnA/s1600-h/PA200039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042846126265332418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvJ1Wz_8sI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7YP-4f6FgnA/s200/PA200039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :S this is one of the many pictures i took in that room that freaked me out. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvJ1mz_8tI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5gZERGplzcw/s1600-h/PA200039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-8702702068214392789?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8702702068214392789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8702702068214392789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/really-really-freaked-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvLGmz_8uI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GJOl3xDo6_s/s72-c/PA200041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6644460359944908073</id><published>2007-03-17T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:54:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvIdWz_8kI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Pptv5J6R7O4/s1600-h/PA160055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042844614436844098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvIdWz_8kI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Pptv5J6R7O4/s200/PA160055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hmm. i wonder if i should post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvIdmz_8lI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4O1-mciWH-E/s1600-h/PA160054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042844618731811410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvIdmz_8lI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4O1-mciWH-E/s200/PA160054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have i mentioned that i LOVE teddies? ): lucky jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvId2z_8mI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YIjSgjTXBZ8/s1600-h/PA160047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042844623026778722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvId2z_8mI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YIjSgjTXBZ8/s200/PA160047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; biennale tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvId2z_8nI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cWimvmA5NdI/s1600-h/PA160029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042844623026778738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvId2z_8nI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cWimvmA5NdI/s200/PA160029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and chewy! surprisingly i dont remb taking this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvIeGz_8oI/AAAAAAAAAJM/umBUXltN0OQ/s1600-h/PA160019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042844627321746050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvIeGz_8oI/AAAAAAAAAJM/umBUXltN0OQ/s200/PA160019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the lighting is nice innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvHaWz_8fI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jc10Aq12HYU/s1600-h/P6250070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042843463385608690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvHaWz_8fI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jc10Aq12HYU/s200/P6250070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; roses. what's the colour supposed to be? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvHaWz_8gI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BHC94UtdGsE/s1600-h/P6250063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042843463385608706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvHaWz_8gI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BHC94UtdGsE/s200/P6250063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; val, yunjia and yan at appassionata X interval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvHamz_8hI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UNsFmJaeLss/s1600-h/P6250062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042843467680576018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvHamz_8hI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UNsFmJaeLss/s200/P6250062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha nice effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvHamz_8iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pHbqhLpgil8/s1600-h/P6250101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042843467680576034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvHamz_8iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pHbqhLpgil8/s200/P6250101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jo and val(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvHa2z_8jI/AAAAAAAAAIk/m8gs_BpPaY4/s1600-h/P6250099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042843471975543346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvHa2z_8jI/AAAAAAAAAIk/m8gs_BpPaY4/s200/P6250099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvGKGz_8aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-BF1dAGYT5g/s1600-h/P6210019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042842084701106594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvGKGz_8aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-BF1dAGYT5g/s200/P6210019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvGKmz_8bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/evp64buVd3A/s1600-h/P6210021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042842093291041202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvGKmz_8bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/evp64buVd3A/s200/P6210021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvGK2z_8cI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BDfPSUHRm-c/s1600-h/P6210057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042842097586008514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvGK2z_8cI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BDfPSUHRm-c/s200/P6210057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; do we look like we just did something wrong? because we didnt! we didnt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvGLWz_8dI/AAAAAAAAAH0/og5f5ZaxrH4/s1600-h/P6210068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042842106175943122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvGLWz_8dI/AAAAAAAAAH0/og5f5ZaxrH4/s200/P6210068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i like the way the sun is reflected in her eyes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvGLmz_8eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/unbNVhmAmcs/s1600-h/P6210102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042842110470910434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvGLmz_8eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/unbNVhmAmcs/s200/P6210102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; courtesy is simruimin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6644460359944908073?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6644460359944908073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6644460359944908073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvIdWz_8kI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Pptv5J6R7O4/s72-c/PA160055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-8804189364415992105</id><published>2007-03-17T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:31:47.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvDPWz_8VI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uWL3Bouzm0c/s1600-h/PC150017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042838876360536402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvDPWz_8VI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uWL3Bouzm0c/s200/PC150017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waterfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvDQGz_8WI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lVv3z1LiCmo/s1600-h/PC140007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042838889245438306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvDQGz_8WI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lVv3z1LiCmo/s200/PC140007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bear!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvDQGz_8XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xS89xaD84Zc/s1600-h/P7180262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042838889245438322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvDQGz_8XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xS89xaD84Zc/s200/P7180262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ny glitters rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvDQWz_8YI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GEETDtJP5do/s1600-h/P7180261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042838893540405634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvDQWz_8YI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GEETDtJP5do/s200/P7180261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zee and dee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvDQmz_8ZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-fc-5FgyGVM/s1600-h/P7180283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042838897835372946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvDQmz_8ZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-fc-5FgyGVM/s200/P7180283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and val.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvBwGz_8QI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dAqFdXdnhY0/s1600-h/P7080144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042837239977996546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvBwGz_8QI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dAqFdXdnhY0/s200/P7080144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a lecture or sth? last year. x) ziyan will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvBwWz_8RI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XueoukL1jyk/s1600-h/P9090669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042837244272963858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvBwWz_8RI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XueoukL1jyk/s200/P9090669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; woof? its (wow) two years old now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvBwWz_8SI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I5ZT92_iORA/s1600-h/P9090668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042837244272963874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvBwWz_8SI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I5ZT92_iORA/s200/P9090668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvBwmz_8TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/P4Kmsp2W52o/s1600-h/PB100008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042837248567931186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvBwmz_8TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/P4Kmsp2W52o/s200/PB100008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sher in her little cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvBwmz_8UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/L3H40qvilP8/s1600-h/PB100011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042837248567931202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvBwmz_8UI/AAAAAAAAAGs/L3H40qvilP8/s200/PB100011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-8804189364415992105?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8804189364415992105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8804189364415992105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/waterfront.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZT0vglNqFfc/RfvDPWz_8VI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uWL3Bouzm0c/s72-c/PC150017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-7828490151065311822</id><published>2007-03-17T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:15:30.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, when people say count your blessings, count it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i saying that anyway? o.o no idea. just a random thought i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day SIX tmr's sunday alr and monday's after that im getting pre-monday blues dont want to go back to school can time stop here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye is just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a test ur friendship will go through, to see how long it can stand without help. after a while the bonds formed over the years might fade away; will it still stand then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. unless you totally cut off all contact, new memories are created and take the place of the fading ones. notice i say &lt;em&gt;fading.&lt;/em&gt; because memories always stay in your mind, even if you dont seem to remember them. all it takes is a little stimulation of sorts. thats the way long term memories work, and im not even kidding you. just go look it up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could be there with you to face it, but i can't and you'd better know it. im not going to say it wont hurt, hey, i was darn upset to know i wouldnt be in the same class as ziyan? and she's only next door. what more a different school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could say its only two years, and they will pass really quickly (they will), but the memories forged during the period of time are endless. just hold on, wont you? i dont believe this is the end, cos its not. you're still going to find time to get out and have fun together, even though its going to take a lot more effort and is going to be farther and farther in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, if you want it, work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is ridiculous. how i can spout all this out of thin air. its rubbish really. but its rubbish i can't even bring myself to say in front of you. or near you. ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could be there, just to be there if nothing else, since i dont think my presence has ever cheered anyone up. i hope you wont be too upset; just take a step back, or try to anyways, and look at the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say it'll be the same for you since its different school and not merely different classes. distance makes the heart grow fonder i guess? of course, if he's anything like ziyan it'll mean you'll know alot (and i mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) less about whats going on in his life. but i dont reckon he's as clammed up right?&lt;br /&gt;i doubt ziyan will actually read this, so nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, so all i can do now is stand around and wait for people to tell me you had a great time, or at least you &lt;em&gt;seemed&lt;/em&gt; like you did. it'll take some time, if you're really as affected as i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; you are (then again i dont know you that well to know how you think, sadly), before you smile and actually mean it, before you laugh and its not just to hide the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could be there, really, just to (however cheesy this sounds?) be there for you, but i can't, and you'd better know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you remember that the memories stay. and that you can still make new ones. grab that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and be grateful you even HAVE that chance, because i sure as hell dont. the so called new memories get fewer by the year. yes by the year. soon i wont have anything left to remember ahem by. save the convs? and whatever 'tangibles' i saved. be grateful for that chance, and TAKE IT dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-7828490151065311822?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/7828490151065311822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/7828490151065311822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-know-when-people-say-count-your.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4107792349404336249</id><published>2007-03-15T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:35:24.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah, no offence, but whats with the functions of this and structures of that? do we really need to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hating bio more and more by the minute; its giving me a bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to tahan 3 hours straight tmr? i wonder if i'll be able to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i badlybadlybadly want to read ficpress/j.picoult or write to annabelle/sher/ziyan/zp or write. i havent updated in what, 3 weeks? bleargh. i hope ppl will review; its pathetic): the writing i mean not the reviewers. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS THURSDAY im screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my i forgot to mention in my earlier post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday shou qin! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like he'll see this, but wdv. shocking; he's alr 19. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wonder if &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;remembers him. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4107792349404336249?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4107792349404336249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4107792349404336249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ah-no-offence-but-whats-with-functions.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4781316365628651519</id><published>2007-03-14T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:19:27.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i exaggerate. it was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to get up at 6 and leave the house by 7, but i think i turned my phone alarm off. so my mum woke me up at 6.30. okay la, i still managed to get out by about 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God, 154 came not two minutes after i crossed the overhead bridge:D and i stoned (= awake) until about CJC there? then i fell asleep, meaning to get up at the third hwachong bus stop (yes i count). guess what!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborahtay overslept. and missed her stop. miss first hc stop? nvm. miss second? nvm. miss third also leh! LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got off at KAP (thank God again i didnt oversleep past that) and had to take back. == really toot i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the CCF talk was okay. nothing much we didnt know la. but somewhat clearer on the timelines and what we have to do, etc. gotta start planning soon! haha. i semi-dread it; kids around those age (read: my sister) are/can be torturous. but still, it'll be quite fun i think x) haha making props! almost like OM -wistful-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had to go get my court shoes. so left for toa payoh; swank. cannot find. so i walked all over toa payoh central: still cannot find. okay to be fair, i found a pair, but -ahem- the heel was like so short can. so i didnt get.&lt;br /&gt;decided i walked enough to earn myself a treat; went to popular:D jodi picoult has a new book: nineteen minutes. doesnt seem very interesting and cost $28.90. no thanks. then i realised i was staring at two of her other books; two i'd never seen before. i bought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm broke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Perfect (which i am almost done with; few more pages! :D), which is... odd. some archaeologist who married a movie star who physically abuses her and then says he doesnt mean it. and she still loves him. that one not enough, she still STAYS with him. to his credit, he really does &lt;em&gt;seem &lt;/em&gt;to love her alot.&lt;br /&gt;no offence to actors around the world, and sorry for the stereotype, but im never getting married to an actor, simply because i wont be able to tell when he's acting and when he isnt. i dont want to have to second-guess my way all the time and still not know if what he is saying; how and what he is doing, if its all just an act. so sue me, i admit im insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other one is Harvesting the Heart. hvnt gotten to reading it yet. i need to finish bio tys. help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly i only bought them cos id never seen them around before. the books i mean. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left for bugis to find the shoes. found them. $99.00/99.90/119.90.&lt;br /&gt;no freaking way. im going to wear them for what, another twomore years and its not like i'll wear them alot. plus if we change gown... no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called suyun and she said she got hers from tangs in orchard. darn.&lt;br /&gt;so i went all the way down again. the trip down was interesting. a french couple entered the train. sorry, but i think french is fascinating. i admit i kind of eavesdropped... not like i could understand a word anyway. i heard a 'voiture' somewhere lol. x) they talk so fast! so many words in one sentence it freaks me out. but argh so cool. i wish i still took french. their accent is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tangs. i was in PE, so they looked at me like i was some annoying kid who shouldnt be there. bleargh. i wanted to shop loh. but seeing the looks on their faces... &gt;&lt; i need new heels. and belt. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup then finally went all the way home. yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the rest of the day reading. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annabelle's letter is interesting. intruguing. in the sense that i have stuff to reply. quite alot in fact. plus her post... x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of him far too much. darn. so long alr can. i thought i was over him alr but looks like im not going to get off so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely not an infatuation, like i told belle there's like nth to be infatuated with. obsession? hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just a habit. hope i grow out of it... or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's &lt;em&gt;everywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4781316365628651519?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4781316365628651519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4781316365628651519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-was-disastrous.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-9124389680254735220</id><published>2007-03-10T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:38:44.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first thing i ate upon reaching civilisation: ice cream:):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;first thing i drank: some 7-up thing i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that me and ziyan took 82 to punggol mrt/lrt? station. waitwaitwait no taxi so walked quite some distance and finally got a cab. no big deal la, our bags were super light after the backpack we trekked with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then HOME!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing my brother said: zhe, how come you grow fatter ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today at choir workshop my dear junior samantha went eh deborah you put on weight is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH. omg you're supposed to LOSE weight at OBS not gain!! i seriously hope its just water retention or allergy to sardine or sth. oh no. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muscles still ache a bit. the rashes/sandfly bites have subsided but still there and kinda itch:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face is PUFFY): i look fat. howhowhow i ask you.&lt;br /&gt;church tmr. how to jian4 ren2?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-9124389680254735220?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/9124389680254735220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/9124389680254735220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-thing-i-ate-upon-reaching.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6866906693515041624</id><published>2007-03-10T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:53:49.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall hurry up and blog about OBS in as small a nutshell as possible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday 5mar07&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a bus to punggol jetty and waited ages before it was our turn to board the boat over to pulau ubin. darn hot when we reached. took a group picture at the rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our instructor was CJ ziyan's was steve AHHHH):&lt;br /&gt;never mind our instructor was funny. overly lame but haha x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our group name was Raffles. == quite -.- right. nanyang. raffles. sarah was very indignant la. i remember she kept saying 'its NANYANG RAFFLESIANS! NOT RAFFLES!' lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see the ppl in my grp were: (in no specific order)&lt;br /&gt;yunjia (niner!)&lt;br /&gt;audrey(niner!)&lt;br /&gt;zhuo da (niner!)&lt;br /&gt;me (niner!)&lt;br /&gt;[209'06 is love]&lt;br /&gt;yang han&lt;br /&gt;jin yao&lt;br /&gt;jemima&lt;br /&gt;jomain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;yumi&lt;/s&gt;corn x)&lt;br /&gt;pei lih&lt;br /&gt;nicole&lt;br /&gt;li yue&lt;br /&gt;vivien&lt;br /&gt;patricia&lt;br /&gt;carol&lt;br /&gt;sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my can you believe i actually had to refer to the picture to remb the ppl? =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh first day nothing much la. surrendered stuff, learnt how to pitch tents and got our food supplies and learnt how to wear/adjust harness and helmet and how to bilay. i fell asleep while CJ was briefing. oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh when we surrendered stuff there was this green caterpillar crawling. into the grass. a while later a large black ant was dragging it. :S creepy.&lt;br /&gt;bathing was fun. better than in sch, cos no one rushes you :D contrary to popular belief, the water is CLEAN and not brown or muddy. its clean(: you can take my word for it cos im a hygiene freak. in the sense that i cant stand bathing with dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;kudos to the ppl who cooked! we had rice, sausages(I LOVE SAUSAGES i went koping from alot of ppl hahha oops) and campbell mushroom soup. hmm its the first time i've ever had canned soup. quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night CJ(we're supposed to call them by name. took quite some time to get used to that) briefed us a bit about the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping was okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday 6mar07&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at an unearthly 4.45am. because i thought i heard ppl talking and laughing and getting up alr and i didnt want to squeeze for the toilet and we had to unpitch the tents etc as well. so i woke pei lih nicole and jem up. end up no one was up o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were quite behind time esp since our tents were all not unpitched by the time we were supposed to meet for PT. what, 6.15? i tell you thats nuts la. but they extended the time anyway(: and we unpitched after PT. which was quite lame. some minglemingle thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had some sharing thing and had to write journal. we went to the jetty for that, saw the sunrise(: i think i havent seen it before. i feel so deprived.&lt;br /&gt;that was about 7 plus. by the time we unpitched tents and packed store etc neatly it was about... 9? can't remb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;height elements. FUN! zipwire. its something like flying fox. but poof so hot. i didnt have my watch with me so i didnt know the time but before i went i asked arnd and it was what, 10/11 plus ONLY? and so hot o.o felt like we had been there for ages la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan's group was doing rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janabel was freaking out about it. but she went in the end la(:&lt;br /&gt;zipwire is... freaky. okay so maybe its cos im afraid of heights, but wdv. bilaying the ppl up is VERY tiring. hen3 chi1 li4. :( climbing up was scary la. cos must hurry up then i dont dare move too quickly.. dont intend to fall.&lt;br /&gt;like everyone who went before said, the first step is the scariest. indeed. at the top you can see the tops of the trees la.&lt;br /&gt;but its fun, really. want to scream also cannot. the heart-in-your-mouth kind of thing. dont mind going again though x) ah and ur groin will hurt like siao. makes me wonder how guys do it. -shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had to go kayak o.o cindy (instructor of our buddy group, livingstone) and CJ were teaching us how to kayak. mhm.&lt;br /&gt;they made us capsize. :S once near the shore, once in the open sea. we couldnt steer properly la. bummer. and we drifted until the mangrove there wth. then cannot move then must come out and empty the water. thanks carol for helping! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to learn to rescue the capsized ppl also la. mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it started to rain. heavily. and we couldnt steer to shore. so toot can? by the time we reached the rain was very heavy. and then cindy said we had to go pack and stuff and aim to leave camp 2 by 5. it was 4.15 then.&lt;br /&gt;i was darned pissed cos they said must keep the wet clothes cos the next day must wear. and we were supposed to trek to camp 1. yeah pissed cos like wth? kayak in the rain not enough must walk in the rain must wear wet clothes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end up they cancelled the trek for that day. yay:) and we pitched tents at the beach front. thankyou ppl who cooked! :D had noodles and sardines and button mushrooms. I LOVE BUTTON MUSHROOMS! :D but this time didnt go kop from ppl x) im nice.&lt;br /&gt;first time im eating sardines. lol? its nice. although now i have a bad feeling im allergic to it somewhat:\&lt;br /&gt;that night chatted with annabelle! :D not much with mozzie. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day was supposed to be kayaking the whole day. sea expedition la. so we had to pack our bags and stuff. two ppl to one bag. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep... okay loh. woke up at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday 7mar07&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sharing thing was at the.. pontoon? ah wdv dunno how to spell.&lt;br /&gt;PT in the morning. the hunter-squirrel-tree thing if i dont remb wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;okay erm we set off at abt 9.45am from the beach front. tiring. the joints between my thumb and index got blueblack liao. but its fun la. unfortunately we were like perpetually at the back of the diamond formation we were supposed to have. which was kind of non-existant really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that my group paired with livingstone? aka chiling and janabel and 14 other ppl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our route... er. instead of gg around the whole p.ubin island we supposed to cut through the mangroves. whats it called, trans-island expressway. mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got lost there. rah. went arnd in circles. alot of screaming cos we kept banging either into one another then into the mangroves, or straight into the mangroves. kind of hard to get out of it. and the screams were because there were supposedly sandflies in there. and spiders. one climbed onto my hat. eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally reached some place for lunch. there was a dog! looked somewhat like a golden ret. only not. prob a cross between a golden ret. and sth else. :) cute. IT IGNORED ME!!! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were cyclists there too i think they see 16 kayaks think we all a bit sot one. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long time later during which the turnings to avoid the mangroves improved our steering skills, we reached the open sea. yay!&lt;br /&gt;we were like. PLEASE DONT CAPSIZE IN THE MANGROVE SWAMP! dont feel like rescuing! hahaha. the water was extremely dirty. and thats an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open sea, well... how to say? we were against the current and wind, and kept drifting towards malaysia(johor). freaky. i wouldnt mind drifting to singapore but to johor is a different thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were right at the back. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell! finally reached camp 1! and wonder of wonders we couldnt find our bag. so everyone changed and all, but we were still in our wet clothes AND wet shoes. which, needless to say, stank the hell out of us.&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner in the canteen(NO NEED TO COOK!). delicious. then one of the instructors borrowed clothes for me from the medical centre so can go bathe.&lt;br /&gt;CJ and cindy went back to camp 2 to look for our bags. so meanwhile we had to pitch tents. in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to find and use rocks cos the pegs cannot go into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT == we realised our bag WAS there after all. felt damn stupid and guilty for making the instructors go back la. sorry! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night was the night i slept the most soundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH did i mention i was seasick the moment i reached shore? even while sleeping, apparently. sway sway. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 530.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday, 8mar07&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PT was some egg-&gt;chicken-&gt;eagle-&gt;superwoman-&gt;immortal thing that we played in sch before. ppl left hadto do nanzhong quan but they gave up and sang school song instead. hilarious x)&lt;br /&gt;breakfast was at abt 8, in the middle of the sharing/journal writing thingy.&lt;br /&gt;imagine, so fast thurs le! o.o morning was a rush cos had to unpitch tents and change and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;it was height elements again. i didnt do.. kind of regret it now. but ohwell. the ppl who went up said its difficult. esp the first one. jomain and nicole were the only two who reached the top. congrats! lol.&lt;br /&gt;very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ was being extremely lame. he was standing on the log and singing sound of music and dancing. o.o very funny. he's like a small kid trapped in a 30-year-old body. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was lunch. then had to rush to pack bag cos we had to trek back to camp 2. i was DREADING it okay. took ages to pack plus it was darn hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bag was disgustingly heavy. but its an experience i suppose. :) and WHOOOO we reached camp 2 in like 15 min? less than half an hour. wahseh we took longer to pack than to trek la! but im not complaining! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we unpacked the stuff and all after that. mhm. and packed our own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our campsite was at the top, at the area where the height elements (zipwire, rockwall, 'ball-breaker' etc LOL) are. uhuh dinner was bread and canned food like sardines baked beans tuna. the only thing i ate with bread was the sardines. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had to prepare to night walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT WALK WAS DAMN FUN. :D&lt;br /&gt;quite freaked out at first cos we had to crawl through an underground tunnel ALONE in the dark. im afraid of the dark. :) kind of. mind tends to wander...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah but God is good(: first thing that came to mind was 'we live by faith, and not by sight.' hah.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tunnel was rather clean. i crawled the whole way. and its so dark there's no point opening ur eyes anyway so i closed them. like cindy said, its very straightforward. SO SHORT LOH): feel so cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cos i was one of the first to crawl thru the tunnel had to wait at the holding area and cannot talk. could see the green lightsticks that they used to light the way to the opening of the tunnel, meaning the exit was near the entrance la. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so me yunjia chiling stone there veryveryvery long with other ppl. we did alot of crazy stuff, like talk about giant spiders (we had to keep backing up to make space for ppl, and behind got COBWEBS) like in harry potter and yunjia was like we're going to be rolled up and eaten lol. and also about dinosaurs. i almost died trying to suppress my laughter la. and we sang the national anthem o.o HAHAHA. whispered, more like. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really hot in there as well. and when i first came out, there was some chanting thingum. behind us. creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay after that had some sharing thing again and i went to bathe then went up to slp. actually not yet. thanks to zhuo da cos she cleaned out our verydirty tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan came in for a while and we talked for a while:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt li yue was like you two very close leh. lol? heh. slept at arnd 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday 9mar07&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZHENPINGDAY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;PT. had to RUN! ): i am SO unfit i tell you. going t die for track next term. &lt;br /&gt;nothing much today just packed. bought two shirts(:&lt;br /&gt;then we gathered at some place and steve started talking and some groups left to take the boat back.&lt;br /&gt;grace (in ziyan's group) started singing some purple light/fishray song [anybody gt the madeup lyrics send me its hilarious x)] and steve was so embarrassed haha. somebody wanted to take pic with him and he rejected. aww. ouch. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala then we took boat back la. AHHH the boat AFTER ours had jonathan inside!! :( actually no big loss la i think steve looks better just that the calf muscles are a bit.. scary. nice hands though(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm. thats it for obs. i shall blog what happened after we reached the jetty in another post cos this one is darn long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG:) i doubt anyone will read all anyway:\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6866906693515041624?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6866906693515041624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6866906693515041624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-shall-hurry-up-and-blog-about-obs-in.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-590295846866753896</id><published>2007-03-09T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:45:29.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BACK! and alive(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is zhenping day! :D happy birthday zp! :) sorry, ur present is gonna be belated too=x even MORE belated than ziyan's i think. sorry):&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to blog bout OBS now. i cant even remb what work i have to do for hols can. si liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-590295846866753896?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/590295846866753896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/590295846866753896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back-and-alive-today-is-zhenping-day.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4436661483655783370</id><published>2007-02-28T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:20:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleargh. i wish wdv system the school used to assign the groups to us (or is it the other way round?) would be more random. so shit la can arrange until im in 23, and ziyan's in 21. my seniors were quite shocked when they heard got so many groups. so maybe the groups will merge! :D (i wish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread IH. i dread OBS. i hvnt bought or packed my stuff. i hope the sleeping bag isnt sleeping outside. or in a dark dusty corner where i cant find it. ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make matters worse my parents want the whole family to stay overnight at my aunt's on saturday. wth? they're gonna be gambling there at night. sure, it'll be fun, but another time can?! boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more days to ziyan's birthday ==&lt;br /&gt;in no time at all it'll be mine. and then we'll all look back and go: where did all the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is of essence, right? essence is actually a perfume/scent. perfume evaporates darn fast right? no wonder they say time is of essence. for other reasons as well, like how time can be heavy (like some really terribly disgusting strong flowery scent) or really sweet. uh im not making sense nevermind:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost the bet to my dad: RI won hwachong in the arena after all): oh. well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4436661483655783370?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4436661483655783370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4436661483655783370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/bleargh.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-927963860707377024</id><published>2007-02-25T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:25:54.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because you know no one actually cares enough to bother, and you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever can be trusted with very little (secrets) can also be trusted with much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people dont understand, because they dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is unfair because too many people are scrambling over to the fair side and tip the scales over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just random quotes that mean alot. to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish my stnerap would just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;"it's &lt;strong&gt;eleven thirty&lt;/strong&gt; go and sleep dont make me repeat myself"&lt;br /&gt;"the both of you, especially the both of you, &lt;strong&gt;watch your attitude&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;dont use that tone with me&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people dont understand, because they dont want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-927963860707377024?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/927963860707377024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/927963860707377024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/because-you-know-no-one-actually-cares.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6199921547239415746</id><published>2007-02-22T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:43:57.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freaky. my posts changed colour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6199921547239415746?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6199921547239415746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6199921547239415746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/freaky.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-5896189596543958412</id><published>2007-02-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:53:19.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i posted that cos i didnt want a toolong post cos no one'd read it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was just telling zp, i think God screwed my internet explorer and msn during the CNY break so i wouldnt get tempted and thus distracted, so id finish the three chpts than tankuocheang made us do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished one chpt on thurs, sec one de (97 qns)&lt;br /&gt;finished one chpt on sat, sec two chpt 5 (207 qns)&lt;br /&gt;finished one chpt on mon, sec two chpt 6 (70 qns)&lt;br /&gt;finished one chpt on tues, sec two chpt 7 (246 qns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I FINISHED. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a good girl arent i? yes praise me but id rather you buy me ice cream and/or chocolate(: on tues i woke up at 12. and did maths immed all the way until 12.30 AM. thats like almost 12 hours straight chock full of maths. tiring okay. i had backache, neckache but surprisingly not much of a headache. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? hmm. OHHH. im so HAPPY. i got my first review! lol? but yes im happy x) considering the fact tt it was a darn short chpt (*i have since edited and made it longerrrrr:D) and certainly wasnt written at my best (heck, there isnt a best nowadays:\ in fact if i just PASSED all my subjs id be dancing with joy. sorry, i digress.)...&lt;br /&gt;well thanks (not that you'd ever read this anyway x) ), that review really made my day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my user is vocecara btw, and please, with the exception of ziyan, annabelle and zhenping, the rest of you PLEASE dont go read. :) review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalaa. OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lazy to type the article out la, so you all just go read yourselves. today's MindYourBody has this article on -wait i go check-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No sleep means no new brain cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing out on sleep may cause the brain to stop producing new cells, a  study has suggested.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he added: "It is an interesting finding. It would be interesting to see if partial sleep deprivation - getting a little bit less sleep every night than you need - had the same effect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if ppl are paid to slp a little less every night. if they are, HEY HIRE ME! i probably HAVE to do without the slp anyway, what with all the stuff due soon. my freaking phys sia hasnt been touched yet, and somehow i have no doubt that i will have to... nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. ziyan! read that! no new brain cells! actually good also maybe for once i'll get higher grades than you HAHA why am i so competitive surely this isnt a good thing:\ ohwell wdv i couldnt care less OH CRAP i realised i got my raft to do oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. buhbye. :) hope you ppl are satisfied with my update x) tag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-5896189596543958412?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5896189596543958412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5896189596543958412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-2662485368042800378</id><published>2007-02-21T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:39:31.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY (belated) CNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;okay technically its not belated cos CNY got 15 days right? but nevermind since i said it was belated just let it be loh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;im a bit high now because this is the first time in what, 4 days? that my internet explorer and live messr agree to work with me and let me use. :D thank God! :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we got out of the house like one or two hours later than usual. not a good start. went to one grandma's house. pineapple tarts&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;then to the other grandma's. my cousins all look different. nothing much, just that i was really bored there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;then to my mum's cousin/aunt's place, long anticipated by my bro and i. why? cos its where we uh, gamble? every year. 0:) only blackjack but still its only once a year. better than nth right. BUT THIS YEAR THEY DIDNT GAMBLE))): i was so so so bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rabbits there grow up alr. and if anything, they're more like furry statues than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got more or less the same amt of angpaos i guess. although i think we get less every year:\ its like your age is inversely proportionate to the no of angpaos, or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHH. AND MY RELATIVES DIDNT RECOGNIZE ME! heck, my DAD didnt recognize me == not at home la but at my second (paternal) grandma's. he was like. who's that? then OHHHHH!! == wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take it as a compliment anyways. although my mum's aunt said i look less and less like my parents and/or siblings every year. maybe i should go have a DNA test. i suspect im adopted -gasp!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-2662485368042800378?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2662485368042800378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2662485368042800378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello_21.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-1556454357321703188</id><published>2007-02-14T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:38:09.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy valentines day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah is a happy girl. she slept at 2330 last night and was surprisingly, even MORE tired than usual. anyway. tests were over by recess! ah happy happy. got our chinese compre ppr back too. the speed with which wu laoshi marks is disgusting i tell you. DISGUSTING. cant even let us have fun for a few days; MUST mark and give us back. :( i flunked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. im gonna fail math. the hanzi was easy but im not gonna get full marks. how pathetic. what else? OOOOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is valentines day! and a BIG THANK YOU to all the people who gave me stuff&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;alina, whoever-gave-that-ferrerorocher, whoever-gave-that-apollo-snack-thing [i feel so zibei dont even know who you are. sorry!!], rosalind, caijing. sorry if i missed out anyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;caijing: you prob wont read this but wdv. thanks for the uh.. were they cornflakes? they tasted really nice:D thanksthanks. i owe you a letter dammit. i'll try to write asap! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRALALALALA. friday is coming again! oh and i think the amount of slp you get really does affect your voice. cos my throat was surprisingly 'open' today:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers, people! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE PAPER. stupid IH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-1556454357321703188?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1556454357321703188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1556454357321703188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-d-deborah-is-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6110151782217961281</id><published>2007-02-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:58:39.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>koped from rachel! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONNAIRE!!&lt;br /&gt;1.Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What song describes your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;can't think of anything that would be able to describe our deep, emotional and rooted relationship now:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.How much does your dog weigh?&lt;br /&gt;no dog, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever waxed your legs?&lt;br /&gt;i would if you offered to sponser(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Earings or necklaces?&lt;br /&gt;earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Who have you talked to most today?&lt;br /&gt;sheryl i think. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What is the oldest message in your inbox on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;uhh. i have no idea. let me check. OHH. SIM msg. from sher, 2 years ago. dated 13-11-05 xD&lt;br /&gt;to sher if you're reading this: remb the one where you reminded me to think of crooked? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Friend of the opposite sex that lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;oh my. i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;pink x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.How many years have you been taking a language?&lt;br /&gt;er. 15?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Whos on speed dial 5?&lt;br /&gt;stupid, i know, but i can't be bothered to use speed dials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.what color is your background on your computer mainly?&lt;br /&gt;blue-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Do you wish on 11:11?&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;x) i bet ziyan would say i was. but im not! really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Would you rather have your name or your siblings name?&lt;br /&gt;my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Would you do anything for someone?&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Have you ever been called a #####?&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of a word with all the same alphabets. aaaaa? bbbbb? ccccc? what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Biggest success so far in life?&lt;br /&gt;landing my pathetic ass into this ~!#$%@ school to become a total failure. go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?&lt;br /&gt;depends on who im talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.what song is on?&lt;br /&gt;was never on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Last time you didn't go to school?&lt;br /&gt;when i cried and peed in my pants cos my hair got stuck in the fan while i was changing. yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are your grades good?&lt;br /&gt;astonishing:) i really feel sarcastic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you have any friends with benefits?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Would you date anyone on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;who do you think im dating now eh? == just about the cutest, hottest person you'll ever know! i hug his nose everynight! :D im such a nice person. muffy rocks&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Does your best friend have a myspace/friendster?&lt;br /&gt;uhh. does she? eh zz do you? oh okay you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Whose page did you last visit?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. :) :):):) someone whom i think likes the younger 7. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Last time you went out to lunch?&lt;br /&gt;week before last. oh help my life is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you rather be in a relationship that was a lie and be happy for a while or not be in it at all?&lt;br /&gt;oi, i know i deceive myself pretty often but im not that much of an idiot okay. this question is an insult to my intelligence!(or lack thereof) but.... maybe the former. depends on the guy right? or for that matter, the muffy(: but there's only one of him so NEVERMIND:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah is rubbishing. and blogging when SHE HAS A MATH TEST IN TWO DAYS omg kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6110151782217961281?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6110151782217961281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6110151782217961281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/koped-from-rachel-xd-questionnaire-1.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4274319680957627311</id><published>2007-02-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:29:19.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 4am last night, after finishing IH proposal and waiting for annabelle to finish hers (fine so i used that as an excuse to read. so sue me.)&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really see the point of going to slp. i mean, i'd wake up in an hour anyway... might as well spend that hour online? :D ohwell i went to slp anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic thing is i couldnt fall asleep. tossed around for a bit before dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pccg is unexpectedly fun. i mean, i've never had a teacher who allows (and MAKES) us play dai dee during school hours o.o it was pretty fun. although i prefer uh, normal daidee instead of mass. oooh my fingers itcheth! i miss playing bridge with belle and yijiao and ppl. and playing cheat and cheating my way out like siao hoping yijiao wont bust my cover. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;209 is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a result of having one hour of slp (&lt;strong&gt;my record so far for 2007&lt;/strong&gt;) i dozed off in every class except math. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i've got a blocked nose. falling sick soon. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread math ppr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4274319680957627311?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4274319680957627311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4274319680957627311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/slept-at-4am-last-night-after-finishing.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-577482191821278371</id><published>2007-02-09T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:19:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! deborah is taking a two min break from IH proposal.&lt;br /&gt;oh no its over alr :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if IH is another way of brainwashing us. like now. declining birth rate. what, brainwash us to have more kids? hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to touch my bio ws 3.1 and yes its due tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was relatively easy, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o level results are out tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you realised that im being random? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was disgustingly, swelteringly, ______-y hot today. just when you want it to rain, it doesnt. terrible weather. the cny songs are killing my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate IH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh funny imlistening to uh. beauty and the beast! haha i want to feel like a CAREFREE &lt;strong&gt;kid&lt;/strong&gt; again. OBS is coming. need to pack. ziyan's and zhenping's birthdays coming. what to get? march hols coming = more hol = alot more projs = no time to slp. im willing to bet tt in march hols i wont get alot more slp. maybe an hour or two more than now meaning hmm thats about 5 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i HATE SCHOOL i wish i did badly for psle go to some damn slack school where my brains are free to rot away.&lt;br /&gt;finefine i take that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-577482191821278371?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/577482191821278371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/577482191821278371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-deborah-is-taking-two-min-break.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-2149373558722263742</id><published>2007-02-04T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:19:09.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. i walked for one whole hour more than usual. found a shorter way to get to my grandma's too. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to tampines at 1 pm sharp(even though svc hadnt really ended yet. i feel so guilty alr, and its gonna cont'd for the whole year! o.O) and thank God i managed to reach the community centre on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign was fun la. just that apparently ziyan and i have been signing some stuff wrongly for two years. eh hard to change habit now leh! esp since the 'correct' one is so much more troublesome to sign:\ ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dying in math. help. havent studied either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-2149373558722263742?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2149373558722263742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2149373558722263742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-5941899432038737997</id><published>2007-02-04T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:38:07.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel very accomplished:) for the past week (mon to thurs) i've slept a total of 12 hours out of 96(4 days). :D 2 am every night/morning does things to you. i've gotten this sleepy look, even when im totally awake. not good right? and i cant concentrate in class, cos i fall asleep. if i dont, i cant absorb anything. no idea how i got through labs. heh.&lt;br /&gt;examples: math on thurs/fri. laiweng was asking mr tan sth and he came over to teach her. cos i didnt know how to do either, i was listening... i think. i dozed off. for a few seconds la! but still. right in front of a teacher. sheese.&lt;br /&gt;bio on friday. before that was chinese and i was REALLY tired, so after we greeted her i fell asleep. woke up twice cos i think some people were talking, but the teacher havent come yet. so i went back to slp. the third time i decided not to get up; laiweng would wake me up what. bleargh. laiweng shouted from the front of the classroom. i woke up and realised the whole class was standing alr. and leeshanshan was there alr. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fictionpress is too addictive i tell you. :) :(&lt;br /&gt;i need to start pia-ing bio. and i mean REAL pia-ing.&lt;br /&gt;btw i still dont understand math. :\ IM SO DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention i flunked physics? im not gonna hear the end of this. when my parents find out, of course. im not gonna tell them. not now, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign lang class starts tmr! i cant wait! hopefully it'll be interesting... why do i have the feeling i probably wont remember a thing? hmm. kinda wanna learn italian xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and guess what shit la i cant reach F now. HOWWW. im so so SO screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its 1:35 now id better go slp else i'll be a zombie tmr. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jem: that story you asked me to read. are you SURE its the right one? cos the one i read was about gays, lesbians, homos and bis. :\ not particularly my type. but i finished it anyway; i thought there must be SOME good in it. okay there was. the part where she saw the scars. but other than that its&lt;br /&gt;1. too complicated&lt;br /&gt;2. too many characters&lt;br /&gt;3. just freaking weird. i dont really like reading stories about... yeah. :\ no offence meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna snooze! :D&lt;br /&gt;OHHH. guess what i bought a cable for my phone and it cost twenty five friggin bucks and when i got home i realised it couldnt fit. ~!!#$%^&amp;*()+ im so damned pissed. the bloody receipt said its non exchangable, non refundable. if i see that ~!&amp;amp;$(*&amp;amp; guy again, he might get into some serious physical injury.&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you to guess where.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-5941899432038737997?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5941899432038737997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5941899432038737997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-shall-update.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-1159094588694927645</id><published>2007-01-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:26:32.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fictionpress is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;fictionpress is nice.&lt;br /&gt;fictionpress will kill any anxiety to finish your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fictionpress will make me fail my common tests. AHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-1159094588694927645?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1159094588694927645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1159094588694927645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/fictionpress-is-addictive.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-2907095151657730151</id><published>2007-01-22T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:54:17.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;monday is deborah's loser day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i had warm milo, famous amos and water(in chronological order) this morning, end up go school get stomachache == end up cannot slp. end up never do science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. bio lab was second period. we had assessment and I FORGOT TO REMIND THE CLASS. im so sorry! ): then the bio drawing i draw too small. and the assessment right. the onion cell thing. after showing ms lee i removed the cover slip in an attempt to get rid of air bubbles. then decided to straighten out the thing further. then? TEAAAR. thank God only a bit(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. recess: apparently i got classroom duty on mondays. so me, being nice, went to wet a cloth. went into a class and started cleaning the windows. clean one row, then decided to use newspaper instead. THEN i realised i was in 307. ARGH. spent the rest of recess cleaning windows in the RIGHT class(:&lt;br /&gt;thanks connie for OFFERING to help, unlike &lt;em&gt;ahem... &lt;/em&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. after recess was LA. slacked. then IH. slacked even more. then lunch. ran all around looking for someone to eat with me. i tell you, ulcers SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;thanks zhenping for going to eat with me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. assembly. as always, i nearly fell asleep. peterkhoo was talking abt nyaa. wasnt really listening. ohwell. then took 154 with ziyan. talked and talked about what to do for nyaa. why dowan jewellery-making loh:\ save money leh! no need to buy earrings. hah.&lt;br /&gt;went to the post office AND BOUGHT A LIME MAGAZINE ELVIN NG IS SO HAWWWWWT ARGHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. swooned over him for AGES and AGES while trying to figure out the SAM which apparently couldnt use anything to pay but nets. ah well. bought stamps(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. tampines mrt station: decided on impulse to buy ice cream. regretted immediately cos a) ulcers. b) id wanted chocolate CHIP but the uncle cannot hear i think:\ c) it was VERY windy. so ziyan suggested finishing the ice cream before going home. we were at a curb and it was REALLY windy. the ice cream went dripdripdrip. and it was biscuit de, so it was all over my fingers. my back was facing the wind so my hair was all over my face. dripdripdrip. i thought of how ridiculous we must look, dripping ice cream into the grass. and laughed. and laughed. AND laughed. couldnt stop laughing. so loser:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. went to the community centre to get some form, and bought yakult. so was juggling all my stuff like an idiot. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. its 6 minutes to 10pm and i havent done my essay. im so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. deborah is sick):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSER):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-2907095151657730151?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2907095151657730151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2907095151657730151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-like-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6178662814254049092</id><published>2007-01-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:28:52.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reference text was exodus 15:22-27.&lt;br /&gt;Moses and some others were travelling and didnt have water to drink for three days.&lt;br /&gt;they finally reached Marah(sp?), but couldnt drink as the water was bitter (marah meaning bitter).&lt;br /&gt;Moses cried out to the Lord who gave him a piece of wood, of which Moses put in the water and the water became sweet.&lt;br /&gt;aft tt they set off for another journey&lt;br /&gt;and reached a certain place with 12 springs and 70 palm trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning point?&lt;br /&gt;God can change grotty things,&lt;br /&gt;and good things are never far away.&lt;br /&gt;there were 12 springs in the nxt city&lt;br /&gt;when in the previous one there was barely water to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derived conclusion: we can trust God in he tough times,&lt;br /&gt;and of course in the good times as well(:&lt;br /&gt;God is there when our times are low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got that from ziyan(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was one of the few ppl she sent that to, and im really glad she did. the first 'grotty' thing i thought of was how badly we were singing in choir, and that we would be having choir workshop with tkgs the next day. and of how disappointed and angry ms lim would be with us. so i prayed. just a short prayer, not long or elaborate. just that we would be able to sing well and give Him the glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing what one tiny prayer, one little bit of faith(i really did think we'd kena badly from ms lim) can do. God does amazing things in amazing ways. even the littlest things that you dont realise. like how i didnt feel sleepy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God, really. i dont think we did very well, but, yeah. we could have put more expression into both songs la. and more effort. and more energy. and more heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tkgs has a reallyreally good tone. i love their syf piece! its the kind of piece we cant carry off. they're way more musical than us. jiayou! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concl: God can &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; change the grotty things into the good things. only i hope we'll get better.. not that i didnt believe He couldnt, but sometimes its hard to believe right. like if you'd told me last night that ms lim would scold us i would say you were nuts. thank God, really(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can turn &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;situation around. He listens to even the littlest of prayers. thank you, Lord. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6178662814254049092?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6178662814254049092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6178662814254049092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/reference-text-was-exodus-1522-27.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-3967624130216537996</id><published>2007-01-19T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:23:19.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its FINALLY the end of the week. but monday is in two days, so not much diff right. i left my physics in school! chuameihong is gonna slaughter me)x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well boring life, nothing much to say. pccg this morning was funny enough to kill though(: and we went to the com lab for math.. first time i've been there this year hah. im very behind on bio. need to catchupcatchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir, well. i &lt;a href="mailto:!~@#%"&gt;!~@#%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;* need to buck up. workshop tmr. hope dad hasnt forgotten to take me to make specs after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get started on IH. so so so screwed. nation state. wtf is there to write? he cannot teach i tell you. or maybe i just cant listen properly):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annabelle is a lovely girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D you don't like her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your &lt;/strong&gt;loss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-3967624130216537996?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/3967624130216537996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/3967624130216537996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-finally-end-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-8583826993359239160</id><published>2007-01-18T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:05:13.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant rmb what i wanted to say but ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IL DIVO IS HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont have the tickets):&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna flunk phys quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished bio assignment. so last min right? yeah i know. but thankGod i managed to finish anyway(: printing math stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep wanting to fall asleep. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;attention: the workshop on children's cancer on 28 jan is &lt;strong&gt;CANCELLED! &lt;/strong&gt;its going to be held somewhere in march hols instead. for more info, msg me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;VERY sorry for any inconvenience caused):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-8583826993359239160?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8583826993359239160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8583826993359239160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-rmb-what-i-wanted-to-say-but.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-8644331001606611166</id><published>2007-01-16T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:13:24.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan has been renamed! humpty dumpty(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humpty dumpty sat on a wall; had a great fall; basically cracked open --- (1)&lt;br /&gt;ziyan = humpty dumpty --- (2)&lt;br /&gt;damienchiang asks why he didnt see ziyan the past week = ziyan smiles. ---(3)&lt;br /&gt;sub. (2) into (1): ziyan sat on a wall; had a great fall; basically cracked open ---(4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from (3): damienchiang smiles, asks why he didnt see ziyan the past week = ziyan ---(5)&lt;br /&gt;sub. (5) into (4): ziyan sat on a wall; had a great fall; basically cracked open, thats why damienchiang didnt see ziyan the past week. OR damienchiang smiled at ziyan, thats why she sat on a wall; had a great fall; basically cracked open, thats why he didnt see her the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i make sense? :D my first attempt at complex humpty dumpty equations(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after choir dad asked me to meet him and mummy at tiong bahru then can send us home. asked me to take 171 to newton, take to city hall and transfer, down to tiong bahru. okay loh.&lt;br /&gt;end up while waiting for 171 i missed 154(1) and 67(2). wth?! okay 171.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached newton at 620 or so, then took down to city hall. i think i really very long never take this route home, cos at somerset or sth i scared i got onto the wrong train then i asked a lady then so malu =x&lt;br /&gt;anyway i reached tiong bahru at 6.45 == the time i'd have reached tampines if i'd taken the first 154. BLEARGH. and my phone no batt, ttly flat. so i scared my parents waiting for me or went off alr =x end up A VERYVERYVERYNICELADY consented to lend me her phone to call mummy. cos daddy didnt pick up== and i DID try using public phone. then realised my phone card got prob, and another one(insert coin de) spoil rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story, but end up i reached home at 8+. gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh on the train to tiong bahru it was very crowded and at some interchange this veryvery tall person came into the train. okay la, maybe im short, but WAH i wasnt even at his shoulder can? more than one man of that height so scary like i become dwarf liddat=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo motivational speech):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-8644331001606611166?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8644331001606611166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8644331001606611166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/nothing-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-1631643248571503005</id><published>2007-01-15T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:42:54.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>odd week mondays rock(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 there's english lecture then SIL, so basically thats two hours for you to slp/ do hwk.&lt;br /&gt;#2 there's PE before the lecture so no more for the rest of the week! :D&lt;br /&gt;#3 we end at 2pm. go home early! but bio lab is last period so i'll prob leave at 2.30 anyway):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english lecture today was INTERESTING! :D i shall go ivle now to see if got info(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there isnt): cant find anyway. okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could go to UK for 10 days, on SIA, for like. 3-4 K, would you go? &lt;strong&gt;I WOULD! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'd be gg to cambridge and london and all. cambridge! i hope i get to study there:\ heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? mummy and daddy said i can go! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah is a happy &lt;s&gt;bunny&lt;/s&gt; muffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dang math quiz tmr i didnt study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-1631643248571503005?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1631643248571503005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1631643248571503005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/odd-week-mondays-rock-1-theres-english.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-1036971896240755437</id><published>2007-01-12T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:00:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ziyan finally came back to school today! lets see. out of 8 school days so far she has come for OMG 3 days! outofpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had nothing to do as usual until 7.30am so i went to slp. tables make such good pillows(: esp if you've got a nice soft windbreaker. hah. laiweng and i fell asleep. it was about 7.25 i think. then suddenly nat tapped me on the arm. i woke up. and QWERTYSDUGIBIU mr kuo was there alr staring at both of us =x he went "aiya natalie why did you wake them up?" ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he told us about this time he had a student (while teaching in other schools or sth) who fell asleep in his class. instead of waking the pupil up he decided to play a prank on him. so he wrote on the board, asked the class to take their stuff and go out quietly, dont talk or anything. so they went out, turned the lights off and closed the door quietly and went somewhere else for lessons.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later the guy burst out of the classroom frantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. evil! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went all the way up to the fourth floor to IT resource room or sth. hvnt been up there in ages. seems not too long ago we were sec ones and had to go up there every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we went through our chem quiz. or half of the front page any way. congrats to natalie, our new monitress! :D hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then recess. in which i bought noodles i realised i didnt like:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chinese i think. wu laoshi didnt come again. gave us two compres! i only got one though. laiweng! send me! joy finished BOTH alr o.o nuts. BUT! she did during math tsk. x) i completed the last qn after sch, thanks to jem. thanks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch prac uhhhh. less than 10 ppl, even more pathetic than yesterday. realised that im terribly, disgustingly airy for high notes. crap im so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math: one and a half hours o.o but tankuocheang gave us a ten min break at 2. so it was okay i guess. hilarious though. i cant remb what he was saying, but i remb him asking sth like.(during the break) .... one piece hamster... eh whats yi4 zhi1 hamster in english ar? we were like. ONE HAMSTER!! then he was like. no what, then one piece of chicken leh? yi4 zhi1 ji1 right? then he realised its yi kuai4 ji1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious. it was funny cos of some other stuff to cant remb. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS FRIDAY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-1036971896240755437?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1036971896240755437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1036971896240755437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/ziyan-finally-came-back-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-1494289296020135418</id><published>2007-01-10T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:00:42.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chem quiz - screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much la, cept that ziyan didnt come to school again. i wonder if she has some terminal illness or sth o.o get well soon anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep falling asleep in class. almost all classes. math first period, was okay cos we had stuff to do. lang arts was fun! :D but before we split into our sia groups i almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;btw, i still dont understand what mel was doing:\&lt;br /&gt;someone explain, please(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch prac was okay. but a few ppl only. singing low F is terribly terribly tiring. im losing my voice:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-1494289296020135418?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1494289296020135418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1494289296020135418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/chem-quiz-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-1609914778980588396</id><published>2007-01-08T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:18:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>surprisingly, we havent gotten alot of homework yet. alot of projects though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night dad suddenly went:&lt;br /&gt;dad: how is ziyan ar? still sick ar?&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;dad: what kind of friend are you? friend sick alr never go and visit.&lt;br /&gt;me: ziyan doesnt like me to visit (THIS IS A TRUTH)&lt;br /&gt;dad: then call la!&lt;br /&gt;me: she doesnt really talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i called anyway and we ended up talking for over an hour - about school, schoolwork, projects and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. thats me - no life left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr han took us for IH today, for one period. and in that half an hour succeeded in freaking me out. he didnt talk about IH, no. he talked about GP, which we have to take in jc.&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i was reading the papers just now and apparently someone murdered another cat. cats are still living creatures okay. how could these people do this to them? btw, someone &lt;strong&gt;hanged &lt;/strong&gt;this cat. the fact that the cat was a stray doesnt mean that anyone has a right to kill it. in fact, even if it attacks you, you still dont have a right to kill it. its inhumane, indespicable and intolerable. if killing a cat just because its a stray or for some other stupid reason is right, then does it mean killing innocent homeless people is right, too? hello, murder is still murder, whether its a cat or a human. get that right, you heartless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-1609914778980588396?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1609914778980588396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/1609914778980588396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/surprisingly-we-havent-gotten-alot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-7603302670725149510</id><published>2007-01-07T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T17:03:05.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally! sunday is here.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. tmr is monday. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan and zhenping arent online. mugging? =x i finished all my hwk! am attempting to read hong lou meng now YES I HAVENT EVER READ IT surprise==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly appreciate those textbooks with hanyupinyin:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have officially nth to blog about. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;OHH. i need to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;il divo is coming in 11 days!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone would just be kind enough to buy me a ticket i will love you forever&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-7603302670725149510?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/7603302670725149510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/7603302670725149510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-sunday-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4315534679333252636</id><published>2007-01-06T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:41:29.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its only the third day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;monday&lt;/s&gt; wednesday was okay cos only mr kuo was in class. as in. wasnt sleepy or extremely bored or anything. just uh. indifferent i guess.&lt;br /&gt;takeaway from monday's activities: guys can be &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;patient. which kinda scares me, but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was uh. bad. maths was first period and for some funny reason although mr tan wasnt boring i was practically falling asleep. eh? nono. i almost fell asleep during &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;physics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and chinese. i dont remember much about thurs cept we had full dress rehearsal and then had vocal training with A1s in the quadrangle o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yichan and louise took us. so A2s only left me and estella. ah. then have to stand really far away from one another and sing our part for Somewhere out there. which uh is an F i think. estella couldnt hear me! AHHHH):&lt;br /&gt;throat pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today: played some game in the morning, and then i was the ultimate loser. so pathetic. yes so i still have a forfeit i havent done. hopefully they'll just make me sing twinkletwinklelittlestar(:&lt;br /&gt;physics again! i almost died. so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;phototaking. i look and feel like an idiot. im going to look stupid. i just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phototaking ate into chem period, so mr kuo was quite pissed i think. ohwell he taught us for the remaining half hour. then lunch! so went to change into gown and did make up in class. looked terrible. missed chinese! whooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca exhibition okay i guess. just that for the audi one the first song we sang off tune. then we went to the atrium to sing! we sounded like angels(:0 of course! thats what we are! okay kidding. see sheryl i CAN be ego when i want to hah x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing until 4 plus i think. so tiring. turns out i cant remb alot of songs alr): then dismissed! YAY. reached home at 5.30, earliest time this week. yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4315534679333252636?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4315534679333252636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4315534679333252636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-only-third-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-5220943603605649337</id><published>2007-01-03T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:18:59.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of school. it was okay la. generally quite okay with the teachers we're gonna get for various topics. maybe physics is a bit... but ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan, zhenping and jan all got dc again HAHA but qianwen is super happy about it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody printer cant work. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr kuo said obs would be fun. that all his prev girls all begged to go back and extend the tripp o.o who would give up a chance to bathe(and to get back into modern civilization) after 5 filthy days?! eew. but it sounds like (dirty) fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i foresee myself at the end of the year a lot more vulgar than i am now:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. and ziyan is sick. :\ first day of school. guess she must be dreading school more than anyone else eh. get well soon! dont fall sick &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-5220943603605649337?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5220943603605649337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5220943603605649337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-6228846298645993628</id><published>2007-01-02T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:42:49.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year! okay im one day late but nevermind! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so smiley o.o scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i feel accomplished! kinda. i finished maths(left two qns cant be bothered to do) and did commonwealth essay - on ppr. meaning i'll have to type it out, edit until im satisfied, then edit until i dont overshoot the word limit. is there one? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 2 yesterday. then went out with mummy and qi. then came home with qi cos mum wanted to cut her hair or sth. wrapped bro's and qi's books. i tell you, bro has WAYYY too many books. spent 2 hours on them:\ okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up at 1.30 today. ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is reopening tmr! and wow its raining again:\ hope i can get up tmr. amazing i have nth to blog about. again. deborah is lazy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annabelle, val, yunjia, ruimin, yufei: if you ppl are nice enough to read this, please stay in ur classes during uh. lunch? tmr. your presents are with me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. needa memorize scores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-6228846298645993628?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6228846298645993628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/6228846298645993628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-okay-im-one-day-late-but.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-8184559253519118682</id><published>2006-12-31T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:57:42.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. you know, after a new year starts(take the beginning of 06 for example), you wish it'd end? and when its gonna end, you look back and realise you had fun despite all the fun after all, and wish the year WASNT gonna end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel quite sad reminiscing, really. and for some weird reason, when i think of the past year, i cant think of ANY times i've been sad. if i can remember them, i certainly cant recapture what and how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths: i can think of tapioca and his stupid lessons (and face) and i laugh.&lt;br /&gt;physics: i cant remember how hard it was for me to finish my hwk. just how we laughed at twong's lessons.&lt;br /&gt;LA: did we do mockingbird this year? OMG WE DID!!! =x i dont remember. atticus and jem and scout right? haha. and romeo and juliet. i kinda miss that.. doodle thing. whats tt? o.O&lt;br /&gt;bio: ms chng! and the human anatomy muahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no! MY MEMORY IS FAILING ME. whats that thing we made the tree for? that competition? OHHH. OM! yesyes. for OM all i can remember is the early mornings we went to school to that corner to open the firehose thingy to take our stuff out(ssshhh! =x). i esp remember us making that tree! which disappeared in the end but ohwell it was the process that counts right! :D uhuh and it was so friggin difficult to get the boxes stacked up tgt and all. and sijia made that.. glue thing! :D so nice to play with okay. :) and we painted the background and all. ah so fun.&lt;br /&gt;all over):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i try to think of us as a class happy and 'carefree', this funny image comes to mind. its of annabelle sitting on the teacher's desk swinging her legs, talking and laughing to ros, peisan, jo and janabel, while yunjia is sitting somewhere in front of hwk but laughing too. and there're only a few ppl in class. having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss 209:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read ziyan's blog. really. i dont think i've done enough. not for God, not for me, not for anyone or anything. i dont think i've put in my 101% effort into anything i've ever done. and isnt that a pity? i mean. if God could give His son to save us, shouldnt i at least give like. 90% or sth. i dont think i've even given more than half of what i CAN give. and cos i've never given it my all, i dont know how much exactly i CAN give. what a waste:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to die tonight, at the stroke of midnight, i think i might despair at what i have not yet done. today while waiting for the bus back to church with sheryl, i saw this sign thing.&lt;br /&gt;Things to do if you find out you only have 6 months to live. 50 things actually. but if you boil them all down, what do they come to? i didnt finish reading cos the bus came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about Things To Do If You Only Have One Day To Live? i think id go around and visit all my old friends and tell them how much i love them. hopefully that wont take up too much time. then id go to church. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, then, we should be thankful that we're whole and healthy, with our lives ahead of us to give to God. i just hope i WILL and uh. not go back on my word like that:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;or, re&lt;strong&gt;mine&lt;/strong&gt;scence. my memories. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness is a state of mind. okay so i read that somewhere in today's pprs. but wdv. to be happy, truly happy, all the time. what does that take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i dont understand what im talking about. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 6 alr! another 6 hours to the end of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall thus say goodbye to all my memories and bottle them up safely along with 13 years' worth of them. where's that cork?! oh im holding it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou, all of you, so much, for such a wonderful year.&lt;br /&gt;lets hold hands and enter the new year! :D later la still early. ohwell. love you all. and thanks again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new 2007.&lt;br /&gt;(OH and i'll miss that polar bear Inuka): but he deserves to go somewhr else less.. humid. love!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-8184559253519118682?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8184559253519118682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8184559253519118682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2006/12/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4787518291938685260</id><published>2006-12-25T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:12:13.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i koped this from belle cos its hilarious(and true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things you can deduce from a girl's action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she likes you if...&lt;br /&gt;1. you come online and she comes online.&lt;br /&gt;2. when she says goodnight, she never signs off immediately. rather, she waits for you to say goodnight in return and then signs off.&lt;br /&gt;3. you have never talked to her and get ignored.&lt;br /&gt;4. she never leaves the comp save for toilet breaks and emergency situations. her conversation with you is so important that only something as important as the house catching on fire would rouse her from her seat. xD&lt;br /&gt;5. notice she has memorized when you come online?&lt;br /&gt;6. she makes a great fuss about you being ill when your mum doesnt even care. (im not insulting any mums here)&lt;br /&gt;7. she asks all your friends about your latest crush. when she finds out its jolin tsai, she buys all her posters and reduces them into shreds. next thing you know, she tells you all the bad stuff about jolin tsai and ask you why you even like her.&lt;br /&gt;8. she's always saying that some friend of yours is prettier than her, hoping you'll say something like: "no? you're prettier", and boost her ego.&lt;br /&gt;9. she's more concerned about your homework than you are.&lt;br /&gt;10. sleep early okay? (:; doesnt that sound all too familiar?&lt;br /&gt;11. she thinks everyone in your family is cute (looks are kinda genetic you know..)&lt;br /&gt;12. she makes a BIG fuss about the baby of your family if you have one. (eh, all church members who are reading this, this has NOTHING got to do with gab. i think he's a really cute rascal thats all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants you to stop talking to her if...&lt;br /&gt;1. all the questions you ask her are answered with a I DUNNO LA (capitalized and in bold)&lt;br /&gt;2. she says WHATEVER when you talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;3. she goes haha, lol, okay, ohwell, whatever etc, whenever you say anything. plus she does that 10 minutes after your last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so true okay(x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4787518291938685260?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4787518291938685260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4787518291938685260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2006/12/haha-i-koped-this-from-belle-cos-its.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-2187189727401572323</id><published>2006-12-25T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:37:05.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>merry christmas! it doesnt feel like christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. wish id gone for that christmas party thingy. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;i need to start on my hwk o.o badbadbaaaad deborah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-2187189727401572323?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2187189727401572323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/2187189727401572323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-it-doesnt-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-4521534462985381123</id><published>2006-12-25T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:53:29.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christmas eve service today was nice!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyous:&lt;br /&gt;zp&lt;br /&gt;ern&lt;br /&gt;sher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALA sher: hope you like slamdunk. HAHAHA x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church went to greatworld. waited for ages and kinda walked arnd; couldnt find tt stupid bookshop. THEN thankGod i found it! :D helenoftroy seems nice(: too thick though. no time to read. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently while i was reading zp reached alr and when i looked at my phone i had 8 missed calls. SORRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala. then she made me walk an INSANE distance to a Christian bookshop that WASNT OPEN. == so we walked back. it was about 330 i think. went to KFC for 'lunch' and window shopped a bit. nth to see:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a little while more we went down to orchard, wisma. and got drenched. then i decided id give my ipod a treat and buy my screen protector. went to wheelock; got even MORE wet. and GUESS WHAT no screen protector. at least, not the one im looking for. bahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home. after walking one whole day my feet are SORE. uhuh. im gonna get a new phone soon! :D i hope. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL! :D&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-4521534462985381123?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4521534462985381123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/4521534462985381123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-eve-service-today-was-niced.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-8068863864772545279</id><published>2006-12-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T23:44:01.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>carnival at GII today. was okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;oh wow i got nth to say.&lt;br /&gt;btw, if you're feeling down, visit qianwen's blog x) im laughing at the computer screen again! whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas eve tmr. oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-8068863864772545279?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8068863864772545279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/8068863864772545279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2006/12/carnival-at-gii-today.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410072.post-5783276124864092942</id><published>2006-12-21T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:41:30.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 days to christmas and counting:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont seem to have anything to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10410072-5783276124864092942?l=somebodytolove-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5783276124864092942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10410072/posts/default/5783276124864092942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodytolove-.blogspot.com/2006/12/4-days-to-christmas-and-counting-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>so, sing.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
