<?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-25172794</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:43:34.470Z</updated><title type='text'>bye bye</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114587839438272138</id><published>2006-04-24T10:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T01:10:12.300Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, Mr.Tan didn't come in during Mathematics lesson again. He said he'll be coming in tomorrow, hopefully. Had a note conversation with YX and Denise during Science lessons and we're like talking about ... -herms. Girls' talk. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went home and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;surfed &lt;/span&gt;blogskins. Found Cynthia's work. I think j-wen, ClaraXD, Prunella, t0ngt0ng, etc. are outstanding blogskinners too. Why aren't they in the newspaper? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now, talked to YX halfway in msn and she got disconnected. A few minutes later, she called and told me that she bumped into &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;and don't know what &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;enter &lt;/span&gt;thingy, making her unable to connect to the internet. Sad ... Was planning to play o2Jam ): Then, we had phone conference for like more than an hour. During this time, she was watching Naruto and will like occasionally put the phone near the speaker for me to hear the character's voice. So deep can! Especially Kakashi and Sasuke's voice? Naruto's one is funny and cute. (: At 5.30, we finally cut off the line cause Holland V is showing. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Time to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;vent&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt;. As usual, press the [x] at the top right of screen if you're not interested. Here goes ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened, but ever since &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;that day&lt;/span&gt;, you've totally changed into some stranger whom I don't really like. Or rather, you're gradually changing [&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;say it's puberty, haas] Maybe I've changed too, yeah, but I thought I've been like that all year round? Did I lose a hair or two? Or grew a pimple on my nose? [That was just a joke, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;brr&lt;/span&gt; ...] It's like, everytime I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;talk &lt;/span&gt;to you [after I discovered you've changed], you'll give me this &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;you're-lame-expression&lt;/span&gt;. Like, you know, you're just trying to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fu yan &lt;/span&gt;me. Maybe you hate me or whatever, but seriously, I dislike the way you are now too. =x Did you change because you want yourself to be &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;person you want to be? Or you changed to make someone else &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;you? Or maybe you haven't change. I might just be imagining things. Ah, like you'll answer me. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah ... nothing else to blog about; shall end here with some quotes for &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; [the one I mentioned above], "God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.", "Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.", "We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.", "It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.", "Almost every man wastes part of his life in attempts to display qualities which he does not possess and to gain applause which he cannot keep.", "There is just one life for each of us: our own.", "If god had wanted me otherwise, he would have created me otherwise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;! I'm so inspired myself! I promise that I won't change myself into somebody &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;someone else &lt;/span&gt;likes. I'll just be myself, love myself for who I am and love god for creating me like who I am now. ((: For more quotes, click &lt;a href="www.quotegarden.com/be-self.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign off &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114587839438272138?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114587839438272138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114587839438272138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114587839438272138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114587839438272138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-mr_114587839438272138.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114578307824924706</id><published>2006-04-23T08:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-23T09:04:38.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to Bugis with GL, Joyce and JY just now to shop for Mother's day gift. We're like this not nice, that not nice, this too expensive, that too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheapo&lt;/span&gt;, haas. So in the end, we went to Junction 8 instead. Went to Bugis for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; -_-". We went into comics connection first, and I realised that I've only like $15 plus left and it's meant for my mother's day gift! Ahhhh! T_T. FY already release until the 15th edition and I've only read till 11 or 12! &gt;_&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we shopped for like quite some time before I decided to buy this $14.90 pillow thingy for my mother. Just the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; price and gift! (: GL bought a mug and a mother's day card, JY bought this $25++ bag [JY rich &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!] while Joyce bought for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HERSELF &lt;/span&gt;a sling bag. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;, Daphne is going to nag about some so-called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da dao li &lt;/span&gt;again [Please &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skip&lt;/span&gt; this whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chunk&lt;/span&gt; if you don't wish to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;] I can be a hundred and one percent sure that nobody, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOBODY&lt;/span&gt;, in this world, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. So what if you have the looks? So what if you have brains? So what! Can you give me a list of people you know who have looks, brains, inner beauties, riches, etc.? I've met people who have looks but lack of knowledge. People who have inner beauties but lack of looks and brains. [Note that I'm not trying to imply anything.] It's just that while you might find yourself or your friend to be perfect, others might think that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; person lacks this and that. I took like a few &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt; before I finally understood this. I always thought that nobody can be compared to my primary school friends but now I know, even my primary school friends have flaws too. It's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comparism&lt;/span&gt; that makes people think that one is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;. Like how I used to compare my Secondary life with my Primary life and in the end, the outcome was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done nagging. Sleeping already? Anyway, GL, JY, Joyce and I went home after that. Quite a short shopping spree but whatever! Had fun ((: Shall end here now; Sign off (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114578307824924706?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114578307824924706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114578307824924706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114578307824924706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114578307824924706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-to-bugis-with-gl-joyce-and-jy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114577189034621205</id><published>2006-04-23T05:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-23T05:58:10.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh! Surfed blogs just now and I came across some CSS's blogs. Like Zhiyang's, Khim's, Sheena's and Shermaine's. Sheena's blog got so many pictures. Got yuyang! So shuai can! Anyway, I've put their blog links under 'darlinks'. Check them out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114577189034621205?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114577189034621205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114577189034621205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114577189034621205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114577189034621205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/gosh-surfed-blogs-just-now-and-i-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114570336489902191</id><published>2006-04-22T10:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:18:12.646Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a nice little chat with Denise just now. ((: Talked about alot of things and even her dog. LOL. I want her dog!! T_T. Then, she asked me about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;. I was wondering then, why of all things, she didn't forget about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ring&lt;/span&gt;. Thought she got short-term memory what o.O. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next time show you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bahs&lt;/span&gt; (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just now,  when I picked up the phone, I was like, is that SY? Her voice sounds like my friend's. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; day. Before Denise called, I was sleeping. Slept for like more than 4 hours -_-" [in the afternoon] cause woke up at 7 plus this morning. So tired &gt;_&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like changing my blogskin today. See until so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt; but can't find any nice one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. ): Nothing to blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;; Sign off ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114570336489902191?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114570336489902191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114570336489902191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114570336489902191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114570336489902191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/had-nice-little-chat-with-denise-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114562125268566307</id><published>2006-04-21T11:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:07:32.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, was quite a fun day if I don't mention &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sticki-ness&lt;/span&gt;. This morning, had PE and Mr.Siaw [Shit! I forgot how to spell his name all of a sudden] relieved us. Actually, was unwilling to run the four rounds and I was grumbling but then, how stupid of me! I forgot that Mr.Siaw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't &lt;/span&gt;a PE teacher. ((: So YX, Denise and I walked and ran abit, but mostly walking so was quite fun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the afternoon, we went to Bishan stadium. The stadium is really big. When we got to the peak of the stadium, I was like clinging on to YX. LOL. Scary &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. It's like I'm going to fall any moment. Sorry YX. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, waited for awhile before the event started. It was VERY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;. It's like Nan Chiau High is very extra. Almost all the events are from Primary Schools. Had to sit there like a wooden block for almost 4 hours. Worse than the other time -_-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst has yet to come. We had to do CIP by cleaning the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STADIUM&lt;/span&gt;. Herms. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PICK THE RUBBISH WITH OUR FREE-HANDS?! &lt;/span&gt;They should obviously provide us with some sticks or whatever but they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;. Grr. And I picked up a tissue. Good enough. Some didn't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay &lt;/span&gt;to hear Mr.Loo's nagging. For example, 2A-2G, I think. Heck. I was like so angry that I thought I'm going to burst out crying at that time when we got out of the stadium. Seriously, not tears of sorrow but anger. And then we have to do all those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit &lt;/span&gt;for them and we only get scoldings and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; words of praise at all. We get CIP, so do they. HELL! This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UNJUST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Breathes in.&lt;br /&gt;-Breathes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's talk about the trip to Junction 8 before I really burst out crying in front of the computer -_-. The trip there was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;. In the sense that the weather is humid. Finally, reached the mall and we walked around for awhile. Then ZQ and XH had to go so YX and I continue to window-shop. YX's mother then called so we went to the basement. Not quite the basement, I don't know where. The ground floor probably. Then, I was like, die, where is the bus 88 bustop? Eh, can't blame me. I haven't been to Junction 8 for quite a while. But in the end, found it. Phew. (: Thanks YX, for accompanying me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, nothing else. Errps. Sign off (:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114562125268566307?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114562125268566307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114562125268566307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114562125268566307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114562125268566307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-quite-fun-day-if-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114553000798274833</id><published>2006-04-20T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:46:47.993Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was quite a moody day. Rained from about 3 to 5 plus. Plus all those rushing around here and there made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today, Denise and I went to the lab to do our IT project but couldn't find the faults in our project. So in the end, had to ask Yixuan. Luckily, we managed to complete it. Then, had to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; for Mr.Yeo to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mark &lt;/span&gt;our project. When I say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;, I don't mean just waiting for merely a few minutes. We've to wait for like two groups before it was finally our turn. Waited for like more than half an hour. Then, Mr.Yeo started greeting us with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alot &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;difficult &lt;/span&gt;questions. Unfortunately for YX, she had to answer this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;checkbounds&lt;/span&gt; question. Uhh, what the heck is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after we returned to class, YX was like "I HATE MR.YEO!" And she was really disappointed or rather, angry. We then took a piece of paper and started drawing Mr.Yeo LOL. Next, YX used my compass to poke holes in Mr.Yeo's face. Aww. Poor Mr.Yeo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went home after that. Tomorrow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;combined &lt;/span&gt;Sport's Meet (: Am quite excited. Yeah. Not for the Sport's Day but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;Sport's Meet. Cause going to Junction 8 with my friends. (: Sign off ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114553000798274833?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114553000798274833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114553000798274833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114553000798274833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114553000798274833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-quite-moody-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114544585638130293</id><published>2006-04-19T10:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:27:03.136Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My head is throbbing. I could see my friends talking in the background but the only voice I could hear is mine. "Daphne, you're dead, dead, dead, DEAD ..." When all of a sudden, I was sucked back into reality by an interruption, "Daphne!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and with my head hung low, and small yet heavy steps, headed towards the door. It seems like eternity before I reached the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my surroundings turned pitch black. I raise my head slightly and caught a glimse of light. There. There it was. The moment I've been dreading sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. This had been such an ordeal. The fear. The tension. The stress. The apphrehension. And the worst, awaiting. I know I'll never survive this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what it is?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Giving up already?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt; : People with weak hearts, don't scroll any further.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wahahah! How lame can I get?! &gt;_&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So finally, oral's over! ((: Just now, I was like so stressed when I was with Mdm.Pey, she looks so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fierce&lt;/span&gt;. Before I went into the room, I sat outside and ZQ was inside. Mdm.Pey then kind of gave me a stare or a look. Wah! That look of hers can really make me faint right at that spot. But of course I didn't. I don't want to look like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Mdm.Pey was friendly which is a good thing. I felt that I can say alot to her and she keeps agreeing with me, making me feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; comfortable. I uttered alot of nonsense but she didn't give me any funny looks or anything. Phew. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to do IT project but ZQ and I didn't actually do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;. That computer [school] of mine was so damn slow, even slower than my computer [home] when it lags. So, in the end, I had to bring the project home to do. Quite easy, yeah. Only requires typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much then; Sign off (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114544585638130293?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114544585638130293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114544585638130293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114544585638130293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114544585638130293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-head-is-throbbing.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114536669936874886</id><published>2006-04-18T12:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-18T13:43:54.880Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went into friendster just now. Got really emotional all of a sudden. I miss the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soupers&lt;/span&gt;! &gt;_&gt;. ALL of them. Saw lots of pictures, mostly done by Raquel. (: Thanks Raquel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4768/2267/1600/soupers.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4768/2267/320/soupers.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOUPERS ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4768/2267/1600/soupers1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4768/2267/320/soupers1.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by Raquel. ((: So cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4768/2267/1600/soupers2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4768/2267/320/soupers2.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice? Done by Raquel too. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS; we rock! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS1; [HEAD] - Sandy&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS2; - Simon&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS3; - Gary&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS3.5; - Mikey&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS4; - Seraphine&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS5; - YuHuai&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS6; - YongShun&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS7; - Raquel&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS8; - Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS9; - ZhongSheng&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS10; - Weiling&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS11; - NONE&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS12; - ShuYin&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS13; - Molecules&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS14; - JingYun&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS15; - NONE&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS16; - Vincent&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS17; - Daphne&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS18; - Chloe&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS19; - Jacky&lt;br /&gt;SOUPERS20; [TAIL] - Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them! Especially SY and WL, and of course Eleanor [not a Souper]. We've changed. I'm like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;avoiding &lt;/span&gt;them nowadays. T_T Due to some reasons ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, oral tomorrow. -sighs. Plus have to do the IT project. Stress &gt;_&gt;. Now watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi Yun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20 tian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kind of distracted so shall end here now. Sign off (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114536669936874886?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114536669936874886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114536669936874886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114536669936874886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114536669936874886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-into-friendster-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114527188666617607</id><published>2006-04-17T10:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-17T11:06:56.633Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just finished studying for my history test and as usual, came to blog. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, thought we'll be able to get our Maths, Science and Lit papers back &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;Mr.Mok didn't even mention about the test paper and Mr.Tan couldn't come into our class during Maths. T_T. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Science. &lt;/span&gt;Mr.Lim actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted &lt;/span&gt;to give out the papers but because there's like more than half the class who forgot to bring the Practical Book, Mr.Lim got really pissed off and to kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punish &lt;/span&gt;us, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refused&lt;/span&gt; to return our papers. Well, at least we know the results already so I'm not really freaking over it. (: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; to make things worse, those who did not bring their Practical Book have to do a concept map on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOUNDS. &lt;/span&gt;AH! What the heck is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;?! Uhhh [ drawing of me ] &lt;- she don't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; [as usual] -_-. It was quite a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breeze&lt;/span&gt; doing that map though. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I copied it indirectly from the Science TextBook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, got some kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cold war&lt;/span&gt; during Science lessons which lasted for 1 hour 21 minutes and 59 seconds. [Note that I am crapping in this sentence, cause I don't know exactly how long the war lasted (:] Think everything's back to normal again, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't stay back cause there isn't any oral today! -grins widely. At least I'll have some time to prepare for this Wednesday's oral. (: Then, watched the Charity Show I taped yesterday with my sister. When it comes to the opera part, I was about to forward it, guess what my sister did?! She grabbed my hand and say, "I WANT TO WATCH IT, YOU IDIOT!" [(All in chinese except the 'idiot' part) Got used to her calling me an idiot, limited vocabulary you see.] I was like, "Huh? Did you realise this is an opera?!" And she hushed me. Rofl. Not only is she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interested &lt;/span&gt;in ancient kind of shows, one person flying here and there, she's also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interested &lt;/span&gt;in operas. Is she born in the wrong year?! Yeah, like she should be born in ... Where does operas originate from and in which year is it the most popular? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say; Guess I crapped alot today. Nothing to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;! Okay, sign off (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114527188666617607?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114527188666617607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114527188666617607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114527188666617607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114527188666617607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-finished-studying-for-my-history.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114518762201112640</id><published>2006-04-16T11:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T11:41:36.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 21 people. Ready, Start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1-daddy. 2-mummy. 3-shumin. 4-jamie. 5-guanlin. 6-jingyun. 7-weide. 8-janice. 9-darren. 10-clarice. 11-yaoxin. 12-xinyi. 13-junwei. 14-yijun. 15-xuanhui. 16-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. 17-mingyou. 18-joyce. 19-weiling. 20-shuyin. 21-eleanor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. How did you meet 14?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last year? When we went to my aunt's house during Chinese New Year and YiJun appeared out of nowhere and we clicked immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. What would you do if you never met 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ha. How would I know? I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;live without her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know. But I won't kneel before my grave and cry my heart out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4. Did you ever like 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, right from the start when I met &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5. Would 4 and 10 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No way. That's so wrong. They can't be lesbians because they're both boy-crazy. -herms-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6.Describe 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't really know her well. She's soft-spoken and tends to like sticking with her sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7. Do you think 13 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Pukes- Opps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8. Say something about 7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somebody has a crush on him. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9. Do you know any of 4's family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She has a father, a mother, a sister and a brother ... I know her mother's a housewife and her sister, 11, brother, 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10. What's 21's favorite idol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm. Me? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;11. What would you do if 18 confess that he/she liked you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like I wouldn't be surprised. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;12. What language does 20 speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's currently learning a language. I forgot! French? And she speaks English and Chinese&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;13. Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darren? Nahh. He's going out with his basketball friends for a tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How old is 16 now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweet Fourteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;15.When's the last time you talked to 12?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More than a few months? When we're mapl-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;16. What is 2's favorite band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Band? Nah. She prefer Fei Yu Qing. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;17. Would you ever date 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's in love with somebody else. -Sobs-&lt;!--3&lt;/span--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;18. Would you ever date 12?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, like if I undergo sex change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;19. Is 15 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;20. What is 19's last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Name? Isn't it weiling? Oh. The surname? Zhou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;21. Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;URM. My mother will skin me alive for being a lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;22. What school does 3 go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yio Chu Kang Primary School. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;23. Where does 17 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;24. What's your favorite thing about 16?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm. Her smile probably. Smile more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;25. Have you seen number 1 naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114518762201112640?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114518762201112640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114518762201112640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114518762201112640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114518762201112640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/name-21-people-you-can-think-of-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114516608201887093</id><published>2006-04-16T05:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:36:30.250Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with designing blogskins nowadays that I've forgotten that I didn't bring my art back to do during the hols! Ahh. Anybody know when it must be handed in? [The ones that should be handed in but haven't]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Oral? Hopefully not. I hate orals, esp. conversations. Remembered when I was in Sec one, the teacher asked me about uhh ... I forgot what. But one thing I'm sure of is that I spoke less than 2 sentences and she had to probe me. In the end, she asked me if there's anything that I want to add on and that it'll be difficult for her to give me marks if I'm stopping there. And I said no &gt;_&gt;! By the way, does anybody know if we need to stay back for orals? Gah. I don't know anything! &gt;_&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't even sit for exams and I'm thinking of June hols. -Sighs- Got to go revise now. Sign off ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114516608201887093?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114516608201887093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114516608201887093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114516608201887093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114516608201887093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-obsessed.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114510191934438633</id><published>2006-04-15T11:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:37:07.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hais. So moody now. Keep thinking that today's Sunday and that tomorrow is oral &gt;_&gt;. I have absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;idea how I'm going to have my oral if my flu still don't get better plus I always get nervous during orals. HOW! Somebody teach me how to relax! I'm such a nervous wreck. Arrgh &gt;_&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today. Morning, watched tv. Afternoon, slept until around evening then came online. Then, don't know what I did? -_-. I was like an idiot staring at the screen blankly. Decided to blog after dinner which is now. Uhh. Nothing else -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT AM I GOING TO DO LATER??! &lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah. Help YX with her blog. But her codes and mine are different?! &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Suddenly forgotten how to end my entry. T_T Sign off ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114510191934438633?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114510191934438633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114510191934438633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114510191934438633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114510191934438633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114500715296235258</id><published>2006-04-14T08:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:37:31.263Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; Friday. Actually planned to go to Escape with my cousins &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;I fell sick. Argh &gt;_&gt;. Told them to go without me but they say they'll go some other day. So sweet of them. ((: Maybe because without me not fun eh? LOL =x Bhb -_-". But then again, they ought to thanks me cause it was raining heavily just now and it lasted quite long? If we were to go today, probably have to miss some rides. BUT still, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;. T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, came online to play some games. Games which I played when I'm in kindergarten or lower primary. LOL. It was really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun &lt;/span&gt;considering there's nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during the afternoon, really sian-ed. So went to watch the shows I taped yesterday. Dream Chasers and the uhh. What's that called? The Carol and Musheng's show. -_- Watched twice of each then came to blog. Going to watch Holland V at 5.30 later. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else; Shall end my entry with an apology. Sorry. -Looks apologetic- ):&gt; Signing off ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114500715296235258?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114500715296235258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114500715296235258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114500715296235258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114500715296235258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/todays-boring-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114492663832966806</id><published>2006-04-13T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:37:37.963Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning, during Chinese lessons, Xu lao shi kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talked&lt;/span&gt; to us because she received alot of complaints. Don't know who's complaining? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to Hougang Stadium just now. At first, I was really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excited.&lt;/span&gt; But later on, I got really bored. The whole race thing was like from 2.30 to 5.30. 3 hours! &gt;_&gt;. By that time, I felt really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; and already had a mild flu. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get why people like tuuu talkk liikee thiiss. "Euu noes horr, todaii guut dee stoopiid thiing nehhsxz. ishh ferr euu dee worsxz." Or however they say it. Normally, people use shortforms like instead of you, "u" and other shortforms. That's quite understand-able cause I don't expect people to talk to me in perfect English with no spelling, gramatical or whatever mistakes, of course. But instead, many Singaporeans, [I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many, &lt;/span&gt;not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girls,&lt;/span&gt; [and nowadays, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; boys] tend to like dragging their words. For example, they use double 'i's in whatever words that have the alphabet 'i'. eg: thiis. "this" and "thiis". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Normal&lt;/span&gt; people will write "this" because common sense says "this" is a shorter word. I don't mean that people who drag their words are abnormal people who don't have common sense okay? Just curious and kind of angry? If they're cute enough, people will notice them. But they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;act cute&lt;/span&gt; in their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; to attract other's attention. Some even exaggerate in their talking. I don't know how but it was really horrible. You couldn't make out what they're trying to say if you're not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one of their kind.&lt;/span&gt; Sounds as if they're speaking some kind of alien language invented by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singaporeans&lt;/span&gt;. And don't they kind of tarnish Singapore's reputation? Other people from other countries will think, "Singaporeans don't talk sense." "Singaporeans like to act cute." "Singaporeans have poor education, in English." -Sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm not referring to Jamie okay? Because you haven't reach the stage where I really don't know what you're trying to say. So don't, please. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Sign off ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114492663832966806?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114492663832966806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114492663832966806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114492663832966806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114492663832966806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-morning-during-chinese-lessons-xu.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114483545452043008</id><published>2006-04-12T09:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:39:32.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so obvious okay? Don't know which idiot started all these rumours. Whatever -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, another normal day. During Science lessons, Mr.Lim told us our marks and I passed by like only 2 marks? And I think I got the third lowest in class. hais. My Science sucks. Then had writing test. Did badly. Might fail cause I didn't reach the minimum words and most of the content are dialogues &gt;_&gt;. Tomorrow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;be receiving Mathematics paper. Hope I pass T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, during PC period, Xu lao shi wanted us to think of a cheer for the class for tomorrow's Sports Day and we had to practice. But we are like not cooperating so in the end, Xu lao shi told us to split into groups. The group with the lousiest sort of cheer have to stay back. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;none of the groups stayed back cause we cheered well. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's school will end at 12.05 so YX, XH and Denise will be coming to my house. ((: To play o2Jam? o.O Then from my house, go to Hougang Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to tomorrow. (: Sign off ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114483545452043008?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114483545452043008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114483545452043008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114483545452043008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114483545452043008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114475506499201203</id><published>2006-04-11T10:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:37:46.926Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haven't update for like 2 or 3 days? Since JY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begged&lt;/span&gt; me to update, I will update now! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, XH and YX told me about the blog thing and told me better to delete &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;entry due to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;reasons. I don't think I will be deleting it but maybe just editing the names. I mean, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;freedom to blog whatever I want right? But on the other hand, I shouldn't be so mean too since this is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;public &lt;/span&gt;diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had Science test. It was terribly difficult for someone like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;who don't bother to listen during lessons. But heard that I didn't fail? (: Don't know reliable or not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;then again, I can be one-hundred percent sure that I'll get less than fourteen out of twenty-five. ): I've never achieved B3s for Science, let alone As. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, during mathematics lesson, Mr Tan told us that he'll be leaving in around August and most probably won't go back to his current occupation of being a teacher. Even if he does come back, he won't be teaching us anymore? 1 year plus minus ... we'll be in sec3 or sec4 by then. hais. He said that he don't like his current life now - Going to school, teach teach teach. Go home, prepare worksheets. The next day, the same routine and so on. Same with me. Every morning, go school, study study study. Go home, homework homework and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MORE &lt;/span&gt;homework. And the next day, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SAME&lt;/span&gt; routine again. Sian'ified. Mr Tan very sweet too. He said that he'll be celebrating his girlfriend's birthday with her before leaving. haas. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August ... that means four more months! &gt;_&gt;. So fast. My instinct tells me that 2i will be organising some kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;farewell &lt;/span&gt;party for Mr Tan, yeah? Hopefully ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Jay Chou's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shan Hu Hai&lt;/span&gt;. Damn nice lors. The girl's voice very err ... sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else; Sign off. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114475506499201203?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114475506499201203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114475506499201203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114475506499201203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114475506499201203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/havent-update-for-like-2-or-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114455441162271346</id><published>2006-04-09T03:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:40:35.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Created a blogskin this morning. Have a look at it okay? ((: Go to either my other &lt;a href="daphnet.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/87173"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to study for my Science test later. ): Sian. I don't even know what chapters to learn? o.O. Might come on later to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign Off ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114455441162271346?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114455441162271346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114455441162271346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114455441162271346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114455441162271346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/created-blogskin-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114450013418305916</id><published>2006-04-08T12:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:40:43.696Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still in Jamie's house ... ((: Felt bored so came to blog. So cool lors. Alone in her room. If only I have a room to myself with a laptop beside my bed, a television in front and an attached toilet ... ): Jamie's room totally fits the description. Ahh. Jealousy! &gt;_&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a sumptous dinner with my cousins just now. After dinner, we played blackjack [in which I won alot. Wahahha!] and poker while WD's group and Jamie's brother went to play basketball. Didn't know how to play poker so watched Lin, JY, Jamie and her sister play. [I forgot her name! Jacinda? Janice? Uhh ... Or none of them? -_-] After a few rounds, I realised that I still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't know &lt;/span&gt;how to play. So came up here to blog. ((: Another thing I noticed, WD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GREW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AGAIN! &lt;/span&gt;The last time I met him, I was up to his neck? Now, I'm only up to his shoulders?!! Maybe it was me who shrunk? Nooooooo! I'd rather believe that he grew! Okay. At least I'm not the shortest there. ((: -Looks at Lin and Jamie's sister- =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I came to blog, this game in Jamie's laptop caught my attention. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GUNBOUND&lt;/span&gt;. LOLs. I have like a sudden urge to play it so created a new account [cause I forgot my password] but guess what! I got so pissed off with the speed of her laptop that I gave up waiting. So ended up blogging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again. &lt;/span&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to add on. "/ Sign off ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114450013418305916?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114450013418305916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114450013418305916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114450013418305916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114450013418305916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114448528818722937</id><published>2006-04-08T08:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:41:00.426Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Jamie's house. ((: Her house is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; big. [I'm forced to say it or she won't lend me her laptop.] Bad right? What did I do to deserve such a cousin. ): Anyway, I can't believe JY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; early reached Jamie's house. She's always the one who is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;. Not that she's really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;late &lt;/span&gt;or anything, but because we're normally the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;earlier &lt;/span&gt;ones. Now waiting for Lin, Clarice, WD and his bunch of basketball friends. That's it I think. She invited so many people?! o.O Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm ... I can smell the errm ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aroma &lt;/span&gt;of the food coming from the kitchen even though I'm like at the third floor? -_-" Oh yeah. Jamie lives in a terrace house in case you are wondering what I'm doing up there. I was wondering [as usual] how good it'll be to be able to get a room to myself and somemore, at the top level. Jamie so lucky ... T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I came, I was like, "Let's go to your room!" and I ran all the way up to the second floor and budge into her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BROTHER&lt;/span&gt;'s room. The worse thing is, her brother is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;INSIDE&lt;/span&gt; the room. So embarrasing but can't blame me, I didn't know Jamie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moved&lt;/span&gt; upstairs plus I haven't been to her house for centuries. To be exact, a year? So now, I'm inside this room of hers and as usual, her books are lying around and posters of ... whoever that person is, on the walls. Nicely decorated room polluted by her stuff. -Sighs- Wonder if her mother ever nags at her for being untidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else now. Might come on later to blog again. ((: Sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114448528818722937?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114448528818722937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114448528818722937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114448528818722937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114448528818722937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-jamies-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114441227331513243</id><published>2006-04-07T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:46:10.490Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So bored now, so came to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, recalled what happened this afternoon and it struck on me that Mr Tan has his other side too. ((: He is somewhat ambitious? He thinks being a teacher doesn't have satisfaction and wants to take one year leave to travel. Compare this Mr Tan to the one who is teaching us Mathematics. Two different people eh? And I remembered him telling us about the other time when he went to a pub with some ah beng kind of style. That's his other side bahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Xu lao shi when she's in her teens. She told us she was a rebellious and naughty girl? Like us. ((: Even now, I can sense some kind of mischievous kind of voice in her? LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else? Hmm ... my sister! Mwahahha. When she's at home or in the internet world, she is really noisy and stubborn? But I'm more stubborn. ((: Uh-huh. And when she's outside, she will suddenly turn into an angel. -tinng* LOLs. Oh, sorry. I should say, act like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next will be Lin! She is really umm ... how should I put it. Out-going and friendly. Yeah. But remember in the previous entries? About her collecting stamps? That made me somehow imagine her to be very self-conscious and quiet. But fact is, she's a really noisy girl! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else? Jamie ... Hmm. I haven't seen her other side yet. LOLs. JY too. All I know is that both of them are ... ... ... ... -drum rolls- ... ... ... ... BEST FRIENDS! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Shall end my entry now. Sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114441227331513243?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114441227331513243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114441227331513243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114441227331513243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114441227331513243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-bored-now-so-came-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114440040865494407</id><published>2006-04-07T08:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:59:43.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, nothing much happened eh? During the last period, PW, Mr Raffi came in and Ying2 was like "Raffi lai lo!". Lightning immediately flashed behind Mr Raffi. LOLs. =x He then shouted furiously, making everybody return back to their seats. He then kind of lectured Ying2 and kept talking ... blah blah ... when a topic suddenly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;interests &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me. Mr Tan is leaving?! My heart was like, thu-dump. WHAT! And Mr Tan was always so cheerful and stuff, now he wants to quit? Or rather, take a one year leave. Why?! Mr Raffi also added not to tell Mr Tan about it or he'll feel sad. Wah lau ... And I was worrying that I'll be the next to copy formulas! =x opps. But seriously, I never would have thought that I will actually feel a tinge of sadness for Mr Tan's soon-to-be-departure. He's the best -erhem- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;secondary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;school Mathematics teacher I've ever come across if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;excludes my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;primary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;school Mathematics teacher. He's somewhat like Xu lao shi. Always bringing their past into the lesson to make it more exciting even though Mathematics and Chinese are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;subjects. hais. I know I'll miss him. I'm not being mushy okay? Just compare him to ... our Sec1's Mathematics teacher, Mr Lok? Mr Tan is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; better. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyway, after school, I boarded a crowded bus. There are like a group of Bangala-s? They're sitting at the rear of the bus and as I was standing at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;exit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could hear them blabbering some stuff. "Kalenonawa bilgalinowa blagaliyano" LOLs whatever. I was then wondering to myself, who invented tamil language? Does that person who invents it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;understands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what he is inventing? -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Errps. I have like nothing to say? So shall end my entry with this saying from xiaxue [?], "Tolerance came in a cute bottle together with other bottles like luck and happiness when the pelican dropped me into my parents' arms and mine is used up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114440040865494407?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114440040865494407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114440040865494407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114440040865494407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114440040865494407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-nothing-much-happened-eh-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114432674236116962</id><published>2006-04-06T12:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:16:28.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was already so vexed when my sister came home and she has to add on to it by telling me to shut up. Well, normally I don't get angry over such limited vocabulary of hers but today, after receiving quite a number of lectures from my teachers, I got really sick and pissed off with it. It's okay to tell me to shut it if I was really talking alot or very loudly but what angers me is that I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;trying to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; by offering to help her make her lunch and she had to be so rude. I'm human too! Argh &gt;_&gt;! Does being her sister lets her have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; priviledge &lt;/span&gt;to scold me? Then I'd rather not be her sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post serves no purposes? Just came here to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; su ku&lt;/span&gt;. Sign off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114432674236116962?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114432674236116962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114432674236116962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114432674236116962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114432674236116962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-already-so-vexed-when-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114431224156319861</id><published>2006-04-06T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:12:27.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn him! Damnn him! Mr.Neo that -TOOT-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning, as usual, the music played and we're supposed to go out but we didn't. We're kind of dilly-dally-ing. Why? Because we're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hardworking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; students who only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to achieve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; results and Mr.Neo isn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; with us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; for our Mathematics test which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;unfortunately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fell on today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. Where got such thing?! And he insanely lectured us at the quadrangle. Even Mr.Ong didn't seem to care, he care so much for what! What the toot. And must he shout like as if we did a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;grave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sin? You could practically hear him scream at the 4th level! And we're told to stay back during recess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't know if this is a good thing or not, we had science practical and will only have the second recess and in case you missed what I said earlier, we had to assemble at the quadrangle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;punctually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. HELL. Of course we can't. So we explained to Mr.Lim and he told us that Mr.Neo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;his mind. He only want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;scare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;us is it? But according to Mr.Lim, we had to stay back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;day. WTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And then, after science practical, we rushed to the canteen, [Note that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;upper-recess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; bell hasn't rung and I must emphasise again that it's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;upper-recess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bell and we're Sec2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;] happily queue-ing up to buy our food but heck knows, Muthu and his black-faced friend, Mr.Lu or is it Loo? Whatever. Let's just call him Mr.Loo. They came to us and asked us why we're here and we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sweetly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;explained to them. But that idiot Muthu had to scream his head off. Hey. It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;allowed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;us to buy food the other time! Oh yeah. He might be bootlicking his black-faced friend, acting like some kind of pro, scolding or rather, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nagging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;at us. And that black-faced friend? He acted like a parrot, repeating and agreeing to whatever Muthu said. So terribly angry with these school rules. Sorry. I should say Muthu's so-called rules. They told us to go back to our class anyway but we didn't. We went to the canteen's toilet and hid there until the bell finally rung. And it was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;two mins from the time we ran to the toilet till the bell rang. What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; discipline this school got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway, I've said enough. (: To hell with those three teachers. Signing off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114431224156319861?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114431224156319861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114431224156319861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114431224156319861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114431224156319861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/damn-him-damnn-him-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114423031675518122</id><published>2006-04-05T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:17:47.953Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4768/2267/1600/comic.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4768/2267/200/comic.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surfed blogs and came across this picture. LOLs. So cute! (: Anyway, I've edited the "Thursday" to "Wednesday". Thanks Jamie, for your kind reminder. (: I don't even know why I put Thursday. "/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign Off ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114423031675518122?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114423031675518122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114423031675518122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114423031675518122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114423031675518122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/surfed-blogs-and-came-across-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114422517917340239</id><published>2006-04-05T07:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-17T11:31:51.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was the best Wednesday ever. ((: Went for art lessons, didn't do much as I've completed my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; art piece&lt;/span&gt;, so chatted throughout the whole lesson. Denise told us about her friend's friend's [?] and brother's scary experience of meeting a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ghost&lt;/span&gt;. It was so scary that at the end of the lesson, my hair is standing. LOLs. Hey. This reminds me of one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt; that happened last year when two of my primary school friends and I watched "10 ways to jian gui" or whatever it's called in my house. I was like sitting beside them [not in the middle which is a good thing] and when suddenly, I don't know what happened? Oh yeah. In the middle of the show, my friend tapped my shoulder and I was like, "AHH!", so loud that my friends screamed too. [Or did they? I forgot.] LOLs. She frightened me! Thought what sial -_-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I remember this playground thing told by XH. That was SO scary if you actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; it. Before she even finished her sentence, I was like already imagining the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEAD &lt;/span&gt;popping from under the drain but it was actually a football? Skull? Uhh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in a blink of an eye, Art lessons is over! -Sighs- English again. But who knows! When we reached the classroom, we found out that Ms.Ouyang's on MC! Woo! (: Another 2 free periods! But wait, I HAVEN'T COMPLETE MY SUMMARY. ): And I couldn't find the comprehension I did yesterday. So spent the whole 1h10mins copying it and talking with YX. Next, Xu lao shi came in. I asked ZQ what Denise said. About the knocking your head on the window thrice. She told me ... Okay. Nevermind. It was even SCARIER than the rest of the ghost stories Denise and XH told. haas. Then, we did some classroom cleaning and went to the toilet together. All five of us. Upon reaching there, Denise &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SCREAMED &lt;/span&gt;when she saw her hair in a mess. LOLs. So funny. Then ZQ went out of the toilet first and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOCKED &lt;/span&gt;us up. Not really lock, cause there isn't any lock. We planned to leave Denise alone to tie her hair but nahh. We're such kind souls. (: Then, nothing else, I guess. That was the last period of the day so we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really an enjoyable day. Hope Ms.Ouyang on MC again tomorrow. (: Shall end here now. Sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114422517917340239?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114422517917340239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114422517917340239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114422517917340239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114422517917340239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-best-wednesday-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114413981721535268</id><published>2006-04-04T08:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:28:38.136Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really think we need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;? I mean, this friendship of ours is not as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strong &lt;/span&gt;as I think it was? We're like displeased with one another and stuff .. =x And I only knew that after reading XH's blog. About &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; [not XH] crying over some actions of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;? Like for example? Err. Don't misunderstand my tone. Just want to actually stop all this even though nobody told me to interfere? But it concern &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;! So shouldn't we actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt; of a solution? Like gathering together in msn or something, and venting everything out. Telling or rather, reminding one another about our actions that are irritating. Just a suggestion. We should do that if we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;don't want our friendship to turn sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Like if anybody actually wants to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRY &lt;/span&gt;that out ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Before I get into my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;, I have one thing to say. TUESDAYS ARE GREAT! (: No homework today excluding d&amp;t which is a good thing because I feel like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt;. Such a nice weather. Who'll be doing homework on a rainy day like today? lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talked to Denise on msn. She say she want download o2jam (: Can't believe she finally is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; that Maple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;. Now she still downloading o2jam. haas ... Don't know what to blog lers. Nothing much happened today. So shall end here. Sign off. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114413981721535268?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114413981721535268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114413981721535268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114413981721535268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114413981721535268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-really-think-we-need-to-talk-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114405605113881092</id><published>2006-04-03T08:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:38:53.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. I just realised that my previous entries' dates are all wrong. [ Though there's like only 2 entries ] Anybody know what "time zone" it should be set to? Because I set it to Singapore but it still isn't the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CORRECT&lt;/span&gt; time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just helped YX get her blog done. &lt;a href="http://midreamxcometrue.blogspot.com"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt; her yar? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mr Tan showed us some video clips. Actually just one, he didn't let us finish watching the second one. It's about some tricksters? They use their bodies to do amazing stunts. Yeah. They can jump up a 2-storey house and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; OVER&lt;/span&gt; a CAR. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Please note that it's not a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TOY CAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can jump over one when I'm in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kindergarten!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How'd they do that?! &gt;_&gt;. Anyway, today's Maths lesson was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GREAT. &lt;/span&gt;Not that Maths was fun or anything, but because we didn't do much today. (: Mostly just going through of homework and worksheet. Tomorrow will be better! I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;Tuesdays. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, during Science, YX and I talked throughout the lesson. haas. We discussed about how to do her blog and stuff. Then we talked about some other things which I forgot. Uhhh ... But one thing I'm sure of, we disturbed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;QUITE &lt;/span&gt;alot of people. LOL. Even Mr Lim was looking at us but whatever, he didn't do anything about it. =x He looked annoyed though. Poor thing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... I realised you've changed. Or is it me who have changed? "/ I don't seem to understand you anymore. When you walked past me today, I was silently wondering to myself, "Are you the one who always share your jokes and "secrets" with me in the past? Or are you some stranger whom I've never met before?" hais. What happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what else? Oh yeah. Yesterday! Had fun at Lin's house. (: Jamie and JY was like "duo nian bu jian" [haven't seen each other for years], guess what they did? They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGGED &lt;/span&gt;each other. I mean, it's common to see people hugging but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;? I can't believe they became such GOOD FRIENDS. LOL. Everytime they see each other, they will be suan-ing and it's not like they haven't met for YEARS. If I'm not wrong, they just went out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LAST WEEK&lt;/span&gt;? What dramatic people. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we're kind of early, Lin showed us her collections. Stamp collections. One word to describe it - BEAUTIFUL. She kept it neatly in a blue [or is it turquoise?] album. The cover was make of SILK. I think. Damn nice lors. And the stamps was nice, even though I don't really know how to "appreciate" stamps. Everytime I tear a letter, I'll like tear the stamp off too because it's at the side of the envelop so I don't really care about whether it has a stamp or not. haas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Nothing much after that so shall end here now. (: Sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114405605113881092?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114405605113881092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114405605113881092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114405605113881092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114405605113881092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114396371406521747</id><published>2006-04-01T15:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:41:30.876Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Lin's house now and it's raining! How to bbq later? ): Anyway, just saw J.Y's tag. Lol. She hasn't even reached yet! Not that she's late or anything, I was early. So came to blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I changed my blogskin. How does it look? Ah, whatever. As long as I like it. (: lalalas. Don't know what to blog. "/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. Yesterday night. Right. I spent almost the whole night &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THINKING&lt;/span&gt; again. The same old stuff I always think of but the weird thing is, I don't feel the anger? I mean, normally I'll like feel the anger burning inside me and blah blah ... but no? I felt better? And hey! I don't feel the jealousy. I realised why I crapped so much in the past. OR rather, in the previous blog - the last entry. I wasn't quite fully awake until Saturday when somehow I was pulled back into reality by ... Someone or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt; (: Quite a relief. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also thought about this "thinking skills" of mine. Lol. It got me into trouble alot of times but it also helped me a great deal. Like for example, it made me realise that I actually have such great friend(s)! d: Yeah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's&lt;/span&gt; right. I shouldn't brood over the past. I should look at the present. Those beautiful memories of the past should be kept. Somewhere safe in my heart ... I won't forget them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"History textbooks should also be buried somewhere." -Lin (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I felt SO much better. At least, this is what I want. I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HATE her &lt;/span&gt;anymore. In fact, I LOVE HER. As a friend. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Shall end here. Sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114396371406521747?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114396371406521747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114396371406521747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114396371406521747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114396371406521747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-lins-house-now-and-its-raining-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25172794.post-114387814385610499</id><published>2006-04-01T07:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:43:12.853Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deleted my previous blog so starting from scratch again. Forgotten my password for the flashbox so made another new one. Okay. What to write? Hmm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, another HORRIBLE day, went to surf blogs and also went to Denise's and XH's. Remembered this phrase from Denise's entry, "We treat you like a friend and you treat us like dirt." That was really hurting because I don't. I won't go to that extent of hating somebody. Treating a person like dirt. Please. Get your facts right. I'm not scolding or blaming you or anything, just telling so don't get mad okay? If you're displeased with me posting this up then tell me. And also about the "doing projects with sickening people". That is totally and truely a MISUNDERSTANDING. I got that phrase from a blogskin which I used before. &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=81884&amp;action=Preview"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; There, check that out if you don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with this word, "Misunderstanding" and all the hurtful things I shouldn't say. That, I will apologise. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end my entry, after this umm. What word should I use to describe it? Quarrel? Erm, we didn't really quarrel? Whatever. After this "quarrel", I actually realised who's good to me and who's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks XH [: Even after saying those unkind stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end here now. Sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25172794-114387814385610499?l=mionliwishh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/feeds/114387814385610499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25172794&amp;postID=114387814385610499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114387814385610499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25172794/posts/default/114387814385610499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mionliwishh.blogspot.com/2006/04/deleted-my-previous-blog-so-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>Dap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642265355302450063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
