<?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-23978957</id><updated>2011-06-30T12:12:45.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ram-blings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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>278</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23978957.post-1502166666226822667</id><published>2008-01-27T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T04:53:36.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow I wanna use Blogger again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of trying to focus and work hard.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everything can go back to before it began to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't fight with him.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I worked harder, but I can't seem to force myself to focus now.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I treasured my friends more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I realised how lucky I was.&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the good Lord bless and keep us, whether near or far away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-1502166666226822667?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1502166666226822667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=1502166666226822667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1502166666226822667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1502166666226822667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2008/01/somehow-i-wanna-use-blogger-again.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-8684817409272333019</id><published>2007-05-25T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T06:28:55.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RELINK ME!!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.randomelissa.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; click here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-8684817409272333019?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8684817409272333019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=8684817409272333019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8684817409272333019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8684817409272333019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2007/05/relink-me-click-here.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-6487606283962158467</id><published>2007-02-21T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:26:14.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning assembly was damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;Syafi'ie, Hisham, Bobby and Faruq sat close enough to listen to our convo.Crapped the whole time with Syafi'ie, Hisham and a little bit with Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;funfunfun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, in the canteen, was talking to Sherly when she said something that made me drop my drink onto the floor =X&lt;br /&gt;Sherly, Tiff and I kena the drink. SORRY! Accident :)&lt;br /&gt;Tiff went home while Corr n I went to KFc. We met Wan Leng and *cough* Shi Yun there.Corr and I bought food and sat with them. Quite fun sitting there reminiscing about the old times.&lt;br /&gt;Corr and I walked back to school. I saw a bunch of counsellors and some 2e6 '06 people.YAY! Garret taught me Forbidden Love. Corr knows how my uh.. progress is going. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 3, the cousellors came down. Took 24 to Ms Chia's house.Sat there and played daidi soooo many times. Yong Xiang is DAMN crap lah. And i have an.. affinity with combos ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around in Zhan Wei's HUGE slippers. Corr and I went to the playground and.. reenacted our childhood. lol. the see saw was SOOO hot!! My butt was burnt. hee.Went back, played stress and the guys, who were playing SOCCER IN THE TENNIS COURT kena chased off by the security guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Room Raiders on MTV. Everyone laughed together at the stupid parts..Imagine.. 20+ ppl laughing.. lol. Very loud. okaaaay. im crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Corr at 6. We walked wrong way.. lol. Thanks to my 'short cut'.Corr was v v thirsty.. Cos we walk a lot and nv drink lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked ALL the way from Savannah to TAMPINES. lol. cooool.Tiring though..Came home and slacked the whooole night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many CTs coming up.. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST NOT SLACK!!&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna slack!!!&lt;br /&gt;DONT SLACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. die lah die lah.&lt;br /&gt;lol. ok. will stop talking to myself.will go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;GOOTNIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-6487606283962158467?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/6487606283962158467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=6487606283962158467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/6487606283962158467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/6487606283962158467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2007/02/morning-assembly-was-damn-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-5711042771005992321</id><published>2007-02-18T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:22:24.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Must thank some people for the belated V-Day gifts =)) veryvery nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and slacked the day away at home.Boring as usual.. My sis, bro and I went outside to greet and welcome the visitors and after that, all 3 of us retreated into our rooms and went back to use our computers. lol! My dad was like saying that our relatives came all the way to Tampines to... watch TV??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched John Tucker Must Die and Scoop. GREAT MOVIES =)))After all my relatives from my dad's side had popped in, we cleared up the house and went to my maternal grandma's house.I was supposed to give the oranges to my grandma so I went in and gave them to her.She returned me the oranges and I went on to exchange them with all my aunts there. lol. so random.My aunt baked brownies. SO nice! And I'm gonna get a new pair of jeans. heehee.After staying there for about 2 hours, we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To A: I think that you are an asshole to say that L treats me badly, then treat me the VERY SAME WAY that he treats me.Hypocrite. If only I could get away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To K: Well thanks for trying but I think you're a horrible person to do that. Even though you don't know what happened, you shouldn't take initiative to push us together.I was just so shocked and pissed off to find that you were so blatant in your efforts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-5711042771005992321?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5711042771005992321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=5711042771005992321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5711042771005992321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5711042771005992321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2007/02/must-thank-some-people-for-belated-v.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-5798281202099828654</id><published>2007-02-17T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:23:14.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to reunion dinner with my maternal grandma's side at Goodwood Park Hotel.The meal was 7 course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the yu sheng, then some of those pink lotus buns thing.Then we had shark's fin soup. It can be a meal in itself lah! SOO filling. I added SO much pepper and cos I was watching the TV while stirring my soup, I spilt some onto the table =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when the waiter was taking away my bowl of shark's fin soup, I took my plate to put it in the place of my bowl so that hopefully no one would notice my spill..The waiter saw and asked me to lift my plate so that he could put a few serviettes(sp?) on the spill..I moved my plate and... I KNOCKED IT INTO MY CUP OF TEA.My whole cup toppled and TADA! ANOTHER spill! I am SUCH a klutz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. anyway, after that incident, I was a lot more careful.There was some chicken with great sauce and Edwin and Ernest were pigging out on that, scooping the sauce and mixing it with other random dishes. EEEW.There was the abalone with vegetable. Don't like abalone but I LOVED the veggie. Every year, I will take more of the veggie while everyone else wants more abalone =)There was some fried noodle thing which wasn't that great but passable I suppose..OH YA! My aunt offered me this plate of prawns and sea cucumber and stuff.Too lazy to peel prawns so I just watched the LURVELY flat screen TV on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dessert was sea coconut with some longan and stuff.The sea coconut was not soft enough for my liking though.Yesyes, I'm fussy, CANNOT AH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving, we didn't want the next group of people who were coming in to watch the show we were watching so.. Edwin changed the channel to some malay/indian channel and turned the volume super low. HAHAHAHA!! SO EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the MRT back with my bro and Clement. Wah lao.. Both of them so tall that I look short!!Watched Borat on my bro's Ipod Video.SOSOSOSO vulgar and funny! gonna watch the whole movie soon. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro bought a milkshake and we shared it. Walked home and chatted. My internet sort of died out on me.. I did NOT abuse my internet!! (well maybe a teeny little bit, sick guy =) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-5798281202099828654?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5798281202099828654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=5798281202099828654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5798281202099828654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5798281202099828654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-reunion-dinner-with-my-maternal.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-4984784751118450478</id><published>2007-02-16T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:24:14.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school, had fun during the day even though there was some horrid stuff that happened..&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went straight home. Took 28 with Fabian, Jocelyn and Jia Wee.Jia Wee and I managed to find a seat and after a while, Jocelyn and Fabian also sat together. ahemahem =))Fabian dropped at our stop and went off with Jocelyn.. HEHEHE.Jia Wee and I were laughing about them all the way to his block. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, ate, changed, used the comp and waited for Chloe's call.She called and I went to Simei.Zara, Bren, Tiff n Corr were shooting.I stood around for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pro guys wanted the whole court so we sat down watching them.After they played finish, we shot a bit more before Jie wei, Yiyan, Wen Bin, Kai Xuan and Wei Xian.We started to play Boys VS Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie Wei and Yiyan were like damn pro when getting the ball and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Kai Xuan was damn pro when catching rebounds.I was mostly catching rebounds but once in a while, when I got my hands on the ball and shot, missed and Jie Wei/Yiyan caught the ball, I had a feeling like.. it was MY responsibility to get the ball back, so I chased the guys all over the place.It was sort of fun and I had a great time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-4984784751118450478?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/4984784751118450478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=4984784751118450478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/4984784751118450478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/4984784751118450478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-school-had-fun-during-day-even.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-8033174767765440859</id><published>2007-02-01T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:21:22.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like the teachers don't like our seating arrangement.Mdm Zulaiha changed our lab arrangement. Guess what? I'm stuck with Nicholas again!lol. I remember in sec 1, I sat with Nic, Haneef and Hisham. GOSH. It was painful lah. 3 guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in MT, I'm sitting with Mei Shan and Renay. Good or bad? I can't tell yet.I can try to make friends though. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently there's been so many tests. I don't know if I can cope.I need to work a LOT harder. I dont wanna fail MT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried out for basketball. Most probably in. Only 7 upper sec girls what. V high chance..Before debate, had choir. So hard to control them.. will reconsider running...Debate.. we won the debate against Manjusri!! And Table Tennis won against them the VERY SAME DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.During the debate ah.. Justin was so mean!! He sat next to me then during the 2nd prop's speech, he was COVERNG HIS FACE with his paper cos he was laughin too hard -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit though.. I was fighting back my laughter too. =XThe 2nd speaker was like a barbie doll. In fact, during the 2 min interval where us reserves can talk to our teammates, Hong Xiang was showing me his paper where he wrote stupid stuff abt the 2nd speaker. SO LAME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the ride back, we sang some camp songs and OMFG.. SCARY ACAPELLA NEWS. will not elaborate. hopefully, it wont come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-8033174767765440859?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8033174767765440859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=8033174767765440859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8033174767765440859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8033174767765440859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2007/02/seems-like-teachers-dont-like-our.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-5920592845710114016</id><published>2007-01-24T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:21:53.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning, MT was 1st period. So many people tio Yuan lao shi cos they nv do the hw thingy.THANKS tiff for doing the MT thing.And yuan laoshi was like describing the love songs cos of the chapter we were doing.As tiffany will say, so fa hua chi!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next period was PE.We ran 2 rounds around the football field.Tiff and I finished first! =)Her leg muscle cramped or something so after we went to take a drink, she sat down and stretched while I stood and waited for her.Went to MPH. Girls supposed to do 10 inclined pullups but I din do at all. =XAfter that, we played badminton, soccer and volleyball. We could choose so I chose badminton.Played. Quite fun la.&lt;br /&gt;During recess, bought a drink then went to library. I sat with Fabian for a while, then moved to sit with tiff.Jia Wee and Corr came later on. I helped Jia wee to choose books to read.He told me to recommend.I told him Book A was interesting but a little RA.And he was like," OOH! RA I like!" HAHAHAHAHAA.I borrowed a bimbotic book called Bergdorf Blondes. nicenice.&lt;br /&gt;After recess we had chem. We went to the lab but Mr Abdillah didn't come again so weslie took our class. He was kind of unlucky cos many people recognised him so they didn't treat him like a teacher but like a friend.&lt;br /&gt;During the LURVELY 3 free periods we had cos of chem, Sengie designed the class tee. The class was like a marketplace.SO NOISY! Suddenly, I was sort of looking at Shaun and he suddenly said to me," Eh Melissa, you like Zhan Wei right?"I was thinking, huh.. since when was it zhan wei? I thought they only said wei zhou. lol.They started saying all the guys like jaron, leslie, wz, zhanwei, garret. so lame sia..&lt;br /&gt;During A Maths, we were choosing numbers to write on our tees. Fun.After sch, gangan and qiu mei kept on saying wz. Then when wei zhou and another guy went to buy drinks, tiff n corr called his name SUPER DUPER loudly.I was so embarassed that my face went red.all gangan n qiumei's fault!!xy even took a pic to show me my red ears.&lt;br /&gt;Before choir started, I went into the storeroom once again for some peace and quiet.As usual, I had an audience. A noisy one.gangan, qiu mei, ain and norazian came in.After awhile, the new girl, shirley came in too.gangan, ah ball and I sang only you, but they sort of spoilt the song. Firdaus came in and we asked him to join us.&lt;br /&gt;Choir was very tiring.Yan Ting made me test test 1 by 1 the mezzo people.They all didn't cooperate and made me very tired.To tell you the truth, it was the 1st time i thought of quitting choir cos I was so frustrated and tired.bloody tired.&lt;br /&gt;During choir break, Benny treated me drink.gangan said that he usually is very stingy, so I guess he saw how frustrated I was and decided to treat me. =)After the break, Ms Foo had combined prac.I could hear the out-of-tune-ness but I guess Ms Foo couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;After choir, I went down with Sengie, played piano for a while, while waiting for Alvin to be done so that we could go home together.While playing, I said hi to: Mr Goh, Mrs Chua, Hanafi, Wen Qiang and Galindo.After sometime, Hanafi, Wen Qiang and Galindo came to talk to me. Galindo even hijacked my seat!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, when Alvin was done, I took 28 back with him.So tired.. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-5920592845710114016?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5920592845710114016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=5920592845710114016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5920592845710114016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5920592845710114016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-morning-mt-was-1st-period.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-1583687448247758153</id><published>2007-01-20T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:22:50.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to library @ 1 today.Saw Edison at his bus stop.When I dropped from the bus, I met Janus.He's still the most friendly out of those 4 guys..&lt;br /&gt;Waited for gangan at the entrance for 20 MINS!Just as I sent her an sms, she appeared. waste my money!We went to Starbucks and Tiffany was there alrdy.We waited for Heidi for 25 bloody minutes!! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;When she arrived, we got seats and I went with gangan to buy her lunch.&lt;br /&gt;A while after we got back, Justin came.He's so funny lah! Everytime I see him, I just wanna laugh.He's SOO crappy; with his random crapping about a place called Laglia and his ultra funny Indian accent.Plus, he likes to make fun of Heidi. lol.We started brainstorming about the motion and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;It was surprisingly fun cos we went off topic constantly. =DI expected it to be a TOTAL yawnfest.&lt;br /&gt;At about 5, we were let off.Called Wei Yin and met her @ the Macs near the interchange. The one with a cafe in it.She studied while I read my bimbotic book =)))We talked, ate, crapped and talked somemore.At 7.30, we went to walk around. We took neos and whichever neoprint I decorated was totally random. lol. Damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around somemore. Saw Aishah (alumni) working at Century Square.Also met Anna with her family at the basement of CS.At about 9, we left CS. We went home. Tada. The end. hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-1583687448247758153?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1583687448247758153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=1583687448247758153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1583687448247758153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1583687448247758153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-to-library-1-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-574100676544068608</id><published>2007-01-19T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:19:37.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st Day&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, I arrived in school in a panic... cos, I FORGOT TO BRING PLATES!!! What's more, I had earlier agreed to help tiff bring her a plate. AHHHHHHH.Also, Xin Yi informed me that the drink stall aunty wouldn'tgive me a bottle cap!I grabbed corr n we went to the shop @ the bus stop to get a bottle of water but they didn't sell 1.5 litres bottles.I was forced to buy a normal bottle..  500ml? In the end, THE DRINK STALL AUNTY GAVE ME A FRIGGIN' BOTTLE CAP!!! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt;Bloody waste of my money =(I also managed to get the rice stall aunty to donate a box to me. Tore it in half; half each for tiff n I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our trainers in the hall.All the other classes had trainers who made them laugh and felt immediately at ease.Us? We got this tyrant of a trainer called Utt (utt's a girl), a more quiet trainer called Faizal (who REALLY resembles Hady Mirza the more I think of it..) and a Malay trainee (I don't know his name but he had nice blonde tipped hair)We were immediately made to run to the front of the hall in 10 seconds. wtf?!Us girls sitting at the back felt especially pissed off. We had to navigate around the many bags while running to the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group sitting-down together in the hall was sian. I have to admit, I was wishing that we'd happen to get the wrong trainer and that Boz would tell Utt that she was supposed to go to another class. =XWe were the most quiet, saddest looking class. Haiii. What to do? Just be contented with what we got lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting off out of school, we walked and walked.. and walked somemore..We walked for approximately THREE hours. It was tiring and especially when we found out that we'd walked the wrong way, very demoralising.It was extremely surprising that I didn't really feel like singing. I mean, it's REALLY rare for me to shut up right? hahahah.I only felt like singing twice.The first time was when we stopped and e7 stopped near us and the girls started singing 'Home' and 'A Lonely September' albeit extremely out of tune.The second time was near VJC and Tiff, Bren and I were walking together and we started singing 'Lao Shu Ai Da Mi' and other random songs. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we FINALLY arrived at the campsite, my feet really felt like a few blisters were gonna pop up. Before they let us relief our stomaches, we were FORCED to do a cheer.It goes like:Food food, Yummy YummyYes I want, Yes I wantTeachers eat, Trainers eatEveryone, Let's eat!-.- lameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our lunch and went for abseiling.When it was my turn, Yan Ting and Lena helped me put on my harness.Camillie took over Lena and helped me but she made the thing v v loose. I was trying to pull it tighter by myself but it was SUPER hard lahhh.nice Bartok took over =) helped me pull the thing, then Yan Ting was like," Ehhhh, Janus, seize the opportunity ah?" I can practically imagine her 'lao ah pek' kind of expression. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I climbed up to the 3rd level in the toot helmet and harness. Saw some e7 people sitting at the dining hall.At the 3rd level, the man threatened to do 'SOMETHING' to me if he found anything wrong with my harness -.-I tightened my harness then the woman told me to faster n she told me to go to the edge and she'd help me.WAHLAO. Damn dangerous to go to the edge w/o properly securing my harness leh! She still want me to risk my life! lol. x)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't listen during the briefing (was too busy watching e7 rock climb) so I didn't know how to brake the abseiling thing.When I abseiled down, it hurt SOOOOOO much that I had a tiny burn on my hand. ouchouchouchhh.I finished, rested at the wall and helped the people with their harnesses.Too bad that Faris took soo long with t abseiling thing though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the abseiling, we went on to the general stations. I was in the even numbers group.The first one was a round platform where 4 supporters had to help the rest of the even numbers to get up on the tiny platform.I was one of the supporters. We had to help them up and also make sure that they didn't fall down.We did this station about 3 or 4 times.The last time we had to do this station, Utt even made all of us sing the school song while standing on the platform. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;The second station we went to was called zig zag or something liddat.DAMN stupid one la.We were supposed to walk along a wooden plank while our classmates put their hands out to support the person and make sure that he/she won't fall down.Khairul was like super lame.. He was organising the people and telling us who to go next and stuff.He was giving nicknames to each person while he/she was walking along the plank.e.g. Fadli = brad pitt, yiling = wilbur etc.&lt;br /&gt;The third general station was balancing on a log.All the even numbers had to balance on the log in a random order then we had to arrange ourselves in order of height.And no one was allowed to touch the floor. what the...After many fruitless tries, Utt and the trainee trainer told us to balance there without making any sound while they provoked us, tried to make us laugh and stuff like that. so lame!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the general stations, we went for dinner.During dinner, we made a different cheer. This time, class by class had to shout cheers before eating. After dinner, we all gathered at the road outside the dining hall and Utt, Dumdum and Shasha taught us some songs and cheers for campfire night.We learnt the shasha clap, the dumdum clap, the spongebob clap..3 shasha claps! &lt;c&gt; haiyah! (x2) &lt;c&gt; hmph!1 dumdum clap! &lt;c&gt; RAWK! lol..1 spongebob clap! &lt;c&gt; *laugh in spongebob way*Then, Azie (mummy!) told us to prepare. We went for the night walk.It was pretty weird, walking around without knowing where we were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had supper after that and went for a shower next.Tiff and I had to share a cubicle with this 3T8 girl. It was pretty awkward but in the end, I washed my hair while in my clothes. Tiff followed suit while the other girl started taking off all her clothes except for uh, panties.I don't like to bathe with other people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bathed finish and went to a toilet cubicle to change. We went to sleep and I slept with no problems even without a sleeping bag.But when I woke up, I was freaking FREEZING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for rock climbing. Lala. Didn't finish but went higher than I expected to go lah.While I was waiting for the rest of the people to climb the wall, I sat on the floor and.. sort of bullied Bobby for awhile. x) Acted angry at Aziz somemore. Don't care~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went for... KAYAKING!!!!!We learnt how to move the paddles and put on the Personal Floating Device(PFD). They told us that we would be one boy n one girl in a kayak. I was thinking.. hmm. Maybe ask one of the Malay guys to partner with me.End up, they randomly assigned us partners.I was grouped with Luqman and Wan Leng(non-swimmer).We grouped up and went to the shore. Carried the kayak into the water. lalalaaa.Everyone kayaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luqman sat in front, then Wan Leng then meeee. Wah lao.. really regret.Sitting behind, everytime Luqman turn his paddle, all the salt water will kena my face.. SO SALTY! And I couldn't see properly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, we capsized!! YAYYYY! It was fun la.And.. my knight in shining armor.. Faizal (LOL) saved us.He turned the upside down kayak over with ONE HAND o.O SO STRONG!I climbed onto the kayak again. Wan Leng took the motorboat back to shore. The motorboat was SO SMELLY!! All the exhaust and smoke..We kayaked back.. Luqman and I w/o Wan Leng seemed easier than with her.. I guess it was cos it was so cramped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for lunch. We were forced to eat at the bike shack cos we were WET. =( meanies.Lunch... then we had campfire prep.Did cheers and the dance and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was........ IMPROVISED RAFTING!!!!We competed against e5 to see who would finish first. In the end, we finished first!Nicholas, Khairul, Luqman, Brian, Nadhirah, Hai Mei, Tiff and I went on the raft.Last year's sec3 batch had EVERYONE carrying the raft to the water and out of the water.This year, it was only us 8 people!!It was very exciting!! The water pushed us around and even trapped Khairul's leg beneath the poles and caused him to have a blister sized wound on his leg. OUCH.My back muscles started to ache again from lifting the raft.The choppy water pushed us here and there. As the person in front, I had to push extra hard.. Very tiring but very fun!When we finally got onto the raft, Shaun helped us by passing us our paddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrangement was such that Nicholas was on my right, Bryan on my left and Nadhirah on his left.When I sat on the tire, I nearly lost my balance x)Nic helped a bit when he got on cos his leg helped me keep my balance.We were supposed to shout "WE ARE FLOATING!" to the people on shore.We shouted it once but they didn't hear us so we had to shout it again.The 2nd time, Bryan stood up, walked along the poles and we all shouted together then.. Bryan jumped/fell into the water. -.-HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA!!! It was damn bloody funny. When we got to shore, I was dead tired but it felt good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a looooong bath after that. We were given about 1 hour to prepare before dinner.I bathed in my own cubicle! But before that.. I helped Renay AND tiff to hold their doors. Wah lao. Hand damn pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner then had some campfire prep.Sengie and I supposed to teach e6 the chorus pts for Breaking Free in FIVE friggin minutes. Impossible lor..Campfire was fun.. e6 self high.I will NEVER forget the sight of Jason trying to do the worm crawl. OMFG TOO DAMN FUNNY!Went to sleep after supper. Slept well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next morning, packed and did morning duty. We cleaned up the teachers' sleeping place. I rmb when Hui Xian, Carol and.. 1 more girl went inside to mop after someone else n I swept the place.We were like shouting," Don't rape Hui Xian!! Hui Xian! Are you okay!?" HAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! We had some fun while waiting for the buses to arrive.Took bus back.. We were all singing camp songs in the bus. SOOOO many memories =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-574100676544068608?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/574100676544068608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=574100676544068608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/574100676544068608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/574100676544068608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-day-on-first-day-i-arrived-in.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-5272274656994533335</id><published>2007-01-13T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:21:32.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to Corr's house to celebrate her bday.I went there at 4 plus and Corr and I went to buy ingredients.When we got back, Melvin, Corr and I watched Hitch from my laptop.Gangan didn't make it and tiff came like 7 plus. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;Corr and I were preparing the food and she asked me to rub the salt into the potatoes.She said," Rub the salt." *passed a bowl of salt to me*I took the bowl of salt and started to rub the salt.. into the bowl. !!!!I thought she meant to rub the salt into the bowl!! LOLLOLLOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;And while preparing the food, i kept singing and.... uh.. shaking my butt. LOL.We cooked lasagne and baked potatoes.Our lasagne looked like it would be a failure so her dad ordered pizza.HAHA.We finally managed to cook the lasagne.It turned out really nice.When tiff came, us kids ate.Me, Tiff, Corr, Melvin and Bernard sort of squeezed onto 4 chairs.I was SQUISHED cos I was next to the wall so I just squeezed in and the way I ate made tiff say tt I was eating like a rabbit. lol.&lt;br /&gt;The meal time was really fun. All of us were laughing for no apparent reason and Melvin was being really unhygenic!!We ate until so full sia.. Lasagne, potato, pizza and garlic bread.After that, the guys went to play computer and tiff, corr and I stayed in the kitchen.We 'yamseng-ed' with 3 cups of pepsi. =))Gave corr her present and sat there doing and saying stupid stuff, as usual.I left at nine plus. Tiff and corr walked me to the bus stop and waited with me. Then Corr and tiff went off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-5272274656994533335?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5272274656994533335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=5272274656994533335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5272274656994533335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5272274656994533335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-i-went-to-corrs-house-to.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-6819879261185740879</id><published>2007-01-12T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:21:07.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During chem, Nicholas asked me to pass him the rag to wipe something cos I was using it.I put it on the table for him but he didn't take so I took it back cos i noticed some water on the table that I forgot to wipe off.He scolded me and pretended to glare at me. When I was FINALLY done with it, I threw the rag at his face.His reflexes were too slow and.. it hit him RIGHT in the face.I was using the rag to wipe off chloride hydroxide or some other chemical before throwing it at him and.. I didn't wash the cloth. HEE.Then, later on I asked him to pass me the cloth.He threw it at me and it nearly knocked down the boiling tube, test tube, delivery tube and the other stuff.. And Mr Abdillah caught him!! It's really funny and scary at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;After school, we had CCA open house.Damn tiring sia.. Before the sec1s came in, I was sitting in the storeroom by myself, playing the keyboard while closing my eyes.Suddenly, when I opened my eyes, I discovered that I had an audience. Wah lao. I went into the storeroom cos it was nice and quiet and cos of my audience, the whole place became noisy.I played many diff songs and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;When the sec1s came in, our acapella group sang for them. It was too slow and Mrs Chua told us that we had to sing faster.When it was the third or fourth time that we sang, Isaac joined us.The first time it sounded like crap. =XCos he was trying to show all the different types of beatboxing he could do I think.AND!!! Melissa and Poh Geok kept flirting with Isaac. So EWWWW man.At least Shu Yi is loyal to Benson. HAHAHAHAH!!We sang and practised quite a lot of times.. My voice felt very tired la. Then still must SMILE while singing. Gosh. I felt like a retard la.And stupid Isaac kept making fun of the way I sang 'Only You...' at the ending of the song.&lt;br /&gt;Shu Yi kind of molested Benny a couple of times and Benny demonstrated to me. URGGHHH.I hope that Ricky joins. He's this sec 1 in J8. Pretty outgoing and nice sometimes.Cos I think he doesn't have riends in his class so he's hanging out with bad company.He's in the best class leh!! If he deteriorate cos of his friends then like.. v bad. Come choir got good friends one..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the whole thing, gangan and I did something bad.. Hee. Tearing paper up. Alvin, gangan and I walked to the busstop.It was raining. I shared with Ain until the school gate there then I shared with gangan and Alvin.It was us 3 sharing 1 small umbrella. lol. Funny.We decided to walk to interchange to take 18 instead cos v crowded. All 3 of us continued to share 1 umbrella to walk there..I got tired of trying to get the shade so I took out my umbrella.I was like,"Aiyah! I just lazy to take out my umbrella only lah!" Guess what? GANGAN ALSO!!! HAHAHAHAWe both too lazy to take out so we shared Alvin's one. HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;Took 18 home. So tired sia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-6819879261185740879?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/6819879261185740879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=6819879261185740879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/6819879261185740879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/6819879261185740879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2007/01/during-chem-nicholas-asked-me-to-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-381793215378984489</id><published>2007-01-05T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:20:04.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the first day of school, xin yi so bad!! She asked me to come early, at 6.30, then she came at 7!! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;So I was fuming at her. We went to our new classes. Damn. I really don't like 3e6. =(There are so many people I know but I JUST don't seem to feel comfortable with them.On the first day of school, I was dismissed from lessons at 12. Thank God. Cos the lessons were bloody boring.Went off early, ate lunch and did SL stuff with Wen Qiang.We got Jaguar 8. Practically everyone had a soft voice. 007 is SUCH A LAME GAME!!!! I was like saying to J8, Do you wanna continue playing this lame game until time's up or do you wanna just sit here and stone?Guess what? They chose to stone. LOL.I left when they started playing whacko cos it was 2.15. I had to leave for choir. hee.&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day of school, ONCE AGAIN, xin yi came LATE even though she told me to come early. So bad. This time, I left the class at 11.05. WAHAHAHA.Went to choir, changed and went on stage, sang, danced then went back to choir room.Si Jie, gangan, Camillie, Anna and I were changing in the storeroom when the door came down. lol. It was already falling apart anyway.At that time, only I hadn't changed finish cos I was looking out into the choir room to chase Weslie away. LOL!! He wanted to go into the room WHILE we were changing.Everyone went out and Wei Yin and I went in and changed finish.After that when everyone went back to class, I went to canteen and did the SL thing.Learnt 'A Lonely September'. It's a nice song la.We were supposed to sing this for the Night Gala on friday.It was kind of sian la. We learnt the song. Then Wen Qiang and I took J8. They had to create a costume using only stacks of newspaper, a black rubbish bag, a pair of scissors, some rafia, and tissue.&lt;br /&gt;For my group, a malay guy called Nestar(sp?) was the model.Ricky and.. a short and bossy chinese guy took charge. In the end the costume was.. not bad.And when Nestar posed, it was SO CUTE!! lol. sort of gay-ish. But still, really cute.I WISH I BROUGHT MY CAM!! =(I helped them to clean up then I went to go talk to Wei Yin.Hup Song took a pic of her and he was threatening to put it in the yearbook.I was laughing away. After awhile, I was just sort of standing there, half stoning half talking to weiyin.STUPID!!! Hup Song took my pic. GRR.OO. I remember that Wei Quan said that Garret learnt Forbidden Love from a girl!gangan, dont be too jealous! =D&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we had PE. You know what happened?Something CATASTROPHIC happened.TIFF TORE MY SCORE!! Damn.Anyway, the CO ppl were released @ 10. After recess, we had Chem.Guess what? Our bloody chem teacher went to watch the CO performance and din come to lesson. WTH.Anyway, it was me, tiff n devina all sian until like what.Devina and tiff played tic tac toe while I read my personality book.Then dev did the personality quiz in my book while I sat there and read my notes on something.SOO SIAN.After school, blahblablahblah.Stuff happened. I was like running around @ about 2 cos I wanted to go choir but I wasn't sure if I could.YAY! I got out of performing at the Night Gala. HEH.I asked Ms Chia if we choir ppl could go to choir. She said can!!I went up to choir with Alvin, gangan n Ain.GOSH MAN!! We did the SUPER HIGH part of 'Everyone Sang' today.And Benson and Benny could reach the highest notes better than us girls.I partnered with them during the group-by-group singing and gave me confidence cos I knew that they could reach the note. End up I also could reach the note! =))And OMG la. It was damn bloody funny.Shu Yi, Melissa(the sec 2) and sometimes Jana KEPT ON FLIRTING WITH BENSON!HAHAHHAA. Bloody funny. I was like laughing at him and sort of helping him to escape their 'clutches'. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;Benny and I ran downstairs to buy stuff. we were running like siao.I can run faster than benny leh! HEEHEE.I bought coke, he bought some bread and doughnut n dunnowhat. I ran up while drinking. hee. scared that the drink will spill.OH YA OH YA! The sec 5s came back to choir!! and all the sec 5s r in mezzo. yayy!&lt;br /&gt;With this new, eeee class, thank god I still can be happy in choir. haiiii.After everyone left, I went to return the choir keys with Wei yin, weslie, firdaus, yan jie and de hong.So fun =)Weslie so jian!!! He has a job in PRSS and he gets like.. 1.2k every month. all he does is follow a few teachers around n help them and learn from them. SO UNFAIR!!ANYWAY..While Mrs Chua had a VERY VERY long talking session with Wei Yin and Weslie in the staffroom, Firdaus, Dehong and I talked.Yan Jie didnt really talk la. But got little bit.We talked about the SL camp, seniors, choir, syf, and many many other things. Its just so fun to talk to dehong n firdaus.wah lao. Firdaus keep scaring me and like.. I'm talking then he will put his face v near. lol. then i will say," OI. Dun come so near!" lol.After they were FINALLY done, we walked to the mrt. De hong, yan jie and weslie too the MRT.Firdaus took 69 and wei yin n i took 17.nice la. we talked SOSOSO much.And you know what!!!!! I'm like sooo excited!!!! I know where my pri sch is liao!!!!! Cos its along the 17 route. I saw the sch and suddenly CLUTCHED weiyin's arm.lol. she got a HUGE shock. and her classmates behind us were laughing at me cos i was so excited. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I went home and watched the 9 oclock show.Then i was chatting to heidi and wei yin.Heidi told me abt the many stuff tt we have to do for debate. siann.wei yin n i were chatting abt stuff too. then I went into my room to try on some clothes.I was chatting to fabian n wei yin at tt time. fun la. Chatted until 11plus then i went to sleep after replying a VERY VERY long email that wei yin sent me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-381793215378984489?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/381793215378984489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=381793215378984489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/381793215378984489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/381793215378984489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-first-day-of-school-xin-yi-so-bad_24.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-1986118353844168590</id><published>2006-12-31T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:19:11.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for dinner at this cool place which cooks food on hot rocks.I ordered spicy chicken and just KILLED my self imposed diet of: no spicy food, no chocs, no fried food.My mum and dad went to watch the fireworks while my sis and I went home.My sis and I walked like.. 6 or 7 bus stops down before taking 59 home.We went home and I used the comp while my sis packed her shelf.At about 11.30, I switched on the tv and just continued to use the comp.I sent wei yin the list of suggestions. YAY!I was discussing with gangan the debate hw. Man. The motions are so cheem la.We're so dead..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-1986118353844168590?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1986118353844168590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=1986118353844168590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1986118353844168590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1986118353844168590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-for-dinner-at-this-cool-place.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-5551255373334180882</id><published>2006-12-30T18:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:12:50.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I arranged to meet Garret at the Tanah Merah MRT platform at 11.15.DAMMIT. Stupid idiot turned up at 11.45. a FULL HALF AN HOUR late. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;*I was standing at the platform listening to my music n reading my book until SOOO sian.Idiot garret!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when he came, we took the MRT to bugis and waited.URGHH. The seniors were late as well.I saw Fiona come from the MRT turnstile and she went off to the S.A.M. machine. I went to rest against the wall and Garret and I were talking when suddenly, Fiona came and stood next to me.Garret and I were like so shocked, cos Fiona didn't even notice us.Garret said hi to her and she was like, Oh! I didn't know that it was you. I thought you were someone else. -.-&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, Heidi arrived.Fiona and Garret bought KFC then we went to the library.Called Hong Xiang to come down (He, Shazlin and Timothy were studying @ the library).All 3 of them came down.When they came down, Shazlin and Hongxiang told us something really funny and gross that happened to Timothy.When they were gng down the escalotor @ the MRT, a caucasian man was standing next to him said Hi.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm Jon.""Hi, uh. I'm Timothy."They shook hands. THEN the caucasian man like.. scratched the inside of Timothy's hand.Supposedly, it means 'I wanna have sex with you." LMAO!!!!The Caucasian guy asked him how old he was. Timothy said '15." The guy, who looked FORTY said that he was 20. Then he said," I wanna fuck you." !!!!!Timothy was SO freaked out that he ran away. lol!!Shazlin and HongXiang said it was because Timothy was wearing these super short pair of shorts that, as Heidi said, looked like his boxer shorts. LOL!Anyway, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Heidi told us that we're gonna spar. damn.2 people in each team. 1 person was be 1st and 3rd speaker, the other person was 2nd and reply speaker.&lt;br /&gt;I was in prop with Hong Xiang and Garret was in Opp with Fiona.The motion was : THW abolish the mandatory  (LOL! Garret dunno how to spell mandatory) study of MT in secondary schools.It was damn funny.Hong Xiang and I forgot how to debate. So we asked Heidi lor.We were given TEN mins to prep before debating. Anyway, she gave us a lot more time than 10 mins.. -.-Fiona and Hong Xiang were like, Eh! Let's give her a totally crap debate!And a totally crap debate we gave Heidi.&lt;br /&gt;During the debate, each speaker was given 6 minutes and the reply speech was 3 minutes.None of us gave speeches longer than 3 and a half minutes!! And Garret's one was the longest cos the POI that I gave him was SUPER long. hee.When I finished POI-ing him Hong Xiang told me that my POI was soo long, it might as well have been a substantive. LOL.And when I POI-ed, I didn't wait for him to accept but I just started saying. AH!!!We didn't have the reply speech.. Maybe we sucked too much?&lt;br /&gt;During the debrief, Heidi was like," You guys totally SUCKED. This debrief is gonna be REALLY vulgar."Then she started with 1st speaker prop, Hong Xiang. Then 1st speaker opp, Garret, then me, 2nd speaker prop, then 2nd speaker opp, Fiona then the two 3rd speakers.Garret was like severely whacked by Heidi's scolding. Seriously, she kept on scolding him.And she kept using the phrase 'screw you upside down'. lol.&lt;br /&gt;When we were let off, Garret and I walked to the Bugis MRT station.He was gonna meet Wei Quan but he also wanted me to teach him Canon in D.I made him choose la. Cos I wanted to go home if I didn't go and teach him Canon immediately.He wanted me to wait for him to wait for him to meet Wei Quan first.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we went to take the green line to his house. Yay! I win! lol. But waste my bus fare..While waiting for the train, we met Shazlin, Timothy and Hong Xiang.They were like, Wah, you 2 dating ah?Then Shazlin was like," I thought that you with.. Wei Zhou one?"WTH!!!Then I was like, NO!! Then.. heehee. I said, Garret with xiao xuan one! woops. =D&lt;br /&gt;In the MRT, it was really crowded so the 2 guys (HX n T) nearly couldn't get in, so they started pushing. OH GOSH man..They pushed really really hard and I felt so SQUISHED.Shazlin and Garret were holding the wall cos there wasn't a pole nearby for them to hold.T n HX were trapped underneath their armpits. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;During the train ride, we were all talking away. blahblahblahblah.When we reached the Tanah Merah stop, I said bye to them and said tt i was gonna teach him something (canon in d). They were all like, Better safe than sorry, must be careful, must use protection etc. ...wth!!!!ANYWAY. Garret was hungry cos I was eating my curry naan from Breadtalk in front of him - the PIG.I didnt eat lunch so I ate that. He ate KFC alrdy still wanna eat.So we went to buy food first.He bought rice lah. piggy piggy pig!Anyway, I taught him awhile. I met his brother when we went into the house. I taught Garret a bit and while he was playing the keyboard, I wanted to read Archie Comics so I went snooping around the house. teeheehee.But when I was halfway snooping through his room, his dad n mum came back.Oh ya oh ya!! He has a friggin PINK COMB on his dresser!!! LOL!!!And he has the 'Electric Tales of Pikachu' or something like tt. GOSH. How mature.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I left his house with him @ 5.20.He was gonna meet Wei Quan.I went to my grandma's house.LALALAAA. After that I went to the library and borrowed books with my sis. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-5551255373334180882?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5551255373334180882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=5551255373334180882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5551255373334180882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5551255373334180882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-arranged-to-meet-garret-at-tanah_7124.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-7879000956614603148</id><published>2006-12-29T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:11:28.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to school for choir and Ms Lye made us sing 'Everyone Sang'.When we were singing it, I was thinking how the standard of our singing was compared to the one at the conducting workshop.Man, we suck.Nvm, we barely practised. Hopefully we can improve a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;We sang that, did the Zipadeedoodah dance and THEN. Ms Lye wanted to hear our acapella group sing.And, MAGGIE DIDN'T COME! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;We went and started singing.I was like SO nervous!! Then when we were singing, my voice keep trembling and I couldn't hold the note. AHH!!Then when we reached the part where the guys always have the wrong timing, it happened AGAIN!!!They were wrong and Wan Leng, Qiu Mei and gangan looked confused so I waited for the guys to get back on track and we continued to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Qiu Mei, gangan, Wei Yin and some other MEAN people kept on saying Wei Zhou's name to me, cos I had to sing 'Only You' at the end of the song.And Ms Lye told me to have more expression.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went down to the hall and went on stage.We arranged ourselves for the Disney dance and then went offstage. Ms Lye said that the acapella should perform first.So we went onstage with Qiu Mei and gangan still furiously muttering 'Wei Zhou Wei Zhou Wei Zhou' to me. -.-Firdaus heard them and he was like 'Wei Zhou?' at me. URGHHHH.We sang Only You and this time I wasn't as nervous as the first time in the Choir Room.But when it came to the last part, when I was supposed to sing'Only You', Qiu Mei and gangan started saying Wei Zhou's name again. DAMN. I laughed. lol. Then the effect was spoilt. Cos when we sang 'And all I ever knew..' the harmony was soooo nice!!Then I laughed and spoilt the effect.lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, I walked to the MRT with Benny, Anna, Si Jie and Wei Yin.While crossing the road, Wei Yin was tying her hair and she asked me 'if got any hair drop out anot?' So I was like," Oh no!! Your wig dropped! Where is it!" lol. Cos she asked if her hair 'dropped out'.Then, she borrowed my comp and BROKE IT!!!GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;All 5 of us took the MRT and I met Xue Wei at the Bedok MRT.Anna, Wei Yin and I dropped at Tampines.Wei Yin and I went to TM's Popular.On the way there, we met Xin Yi and Wan Leng, Elaine and Jasmine and when we went into Popular, we met YingYing and Ka Ching.After we had eaten, we went downstairs and went through Isetan. Kelvin Ong was working there, selling something REALLY REALLY manly.Umbrellas. ROTFL!Wei Yin and I went over and she said hi to him, then we went to the Macs near the interchange,There, we met Siok Wen and 3 of her friends. I recognised the guy who was there.. He's from our sch..Anyway, we bought drinks and she helped me with my maths for.. 20 mins. -.- So I did my maths from.. 2 plus to about 5. I completed it except for the.. inverse n direct proportion part.&lt;br /&gt;I came home, put down my bag, washed up and went out again. lol.I went to the library to return my books. Then I came back and slacked the whole night. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-7879000956614603148?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7879000956614603148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=7879000956614603148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/7879000956614603148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/7879000956614603148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-i-went-to-school-for-choir-and-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-644977563817976042</id><published>2006-12-28T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:10:55.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was awoken by my dad at about 10 plus. He said that his friend was coming and we had to get up.URGH. Damn.I spent the morning slacking around the house using internet.Right after my lunch at about 12 plus, gangan called and told me that my name was on the list to go for the SL/SC thingy.They went to confirm if I had to go while I took a bath.Then I called Wee Ting's phoneGangan told me tt after Wee Ting answered, she passed the phone to gangan and she din noe what to say so she passed it on.Pass pass pass until the phone reached Shukrie.He started talking and stuff. Then he swore into the phone. I was so pissed off that I hung up.At that time I didn't know that it was Shukrie but I was pissed off anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Gangan called me on my hp and asked why I hung up. Then she told me that I could come if I wanted.I couldn't wait to get out of the house so I immediately changed and went out.Took 67 to school and saw this guy with a really cool hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped off at school and went in.I saw Jaron, Leslie, Syafi'ie and.. n one more guy but I forgot who.I went into the MPH and Shazlin told me where I had to sit.My partner was Wen Qiang.It was quite sian. Shazlin and Fiona talked a bit then there was a sort of break,then suddenly, they were announcing that we were dismissed.-.-waste my time sia.I went to the canteen, called Tiff and got her to come out and meet me and help me with maths. hee.Walked out of the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the library, chose a book and went to the kids section to wait for Tiff.2 guys approached me and talked to me about something.HAHA. Tiff, I won't say what. It's 'private'. LOL.heehee. purposely don't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the 2 guys were called Jian Hao and Steven and they were from some Poly.The Steven looked really cool, like Hawk from SickStep (whoever watches So You Think You Can Dance should know).Anyway, they were talking to me for like.. 10 mins when Tiff came so she waited around for them to finish.Then we went to sit at some pathetically small table and chair thingy.We both squished ourselves in. lol.&lt;br /&gt;We did work (actually, it was only me. cos I can concentrate while talking but Tiff can't) so I was chattering away and doing my maths while Tiff had her Bio book out and was watching me. lol.We decided to go downstairs to the cafe to study instead.We both tried to get out of the tiny seat at the same time and we both whacked into the table. LOL.We were laughing like siao and the lady nearby was looking at us.WHAT! Kan shen me kan? Mei kan guo shuai ge ah!?lol.We went to the cafe and I bought a Strawberry Italian Cooler. AHHH. Bliss.I can't rmb what Tiff bought. It was some chocolate thingy.Anyway we started doing work.LALAL. Do until.. about 5.30 then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;On the bus ride home, some old man came to sit next to me so I let him sit inside.BLOODY HELL.He wasn't FAT but he took up about three bloody quarters of the whole seat.I was reduced to asking him to MOVE HIS DAMN BUTT. (politely, of course)"Excuse me, can you move there a bit?""Huh?"*repeats twice*He finally moved his butt over but his leg was still taking up 3/4 of the space. DAMMIT.I wanted to punch his damn face.Old man then can take up so much ah!? I had a good mind to do something really embarassing to him like asking really loudly:"Excuse me, could you move over? You're taking up TOO MUCH SPACE." If I said it really loudly, he might get so embarassed that he'll move his butt over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-644977563817976042?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/644977563817976042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=644977563817976042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/644977563817976042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/644977563817976042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-awoken-by-my-dad-at-about-10-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-103291088998571709</id><published>2006-12-23T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:43:46.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to TM today.&lt;br /&gt;Met my 2 aunts and 3 cousins.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go the the Family International Buffet, once known as Pariss.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. lol. soo full sia.&lt;br /&gt;I  ate like 3 servings of the salad. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sacrificed my appetite and ate the raw oyster and salmon!&lt;br /&gt;The salmon didn't make me feel like puking (yet) but the oyster was a little bit bitter and soft and squishy and smelly and COLD.&lt;br /&gt;The thin slice of lemon didn't help at all. WHY SO BUDGET?? I need a bigger slice of lemon!&lt;br /&gt;The ubi tempura was really nice but they didn't refill the plate after all were taken.&lt;br /&gt;My aunts said that the sushi sucked though, cos the rice was too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My primary 6 cousin was like a bottomless pit! He ate like FIVE or SIX fishes and LOADS of the steaks.&lt;br /&gt;I shared a chicken steak with another cousin and ate other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Let's see if I can remember what I ate. lol.&lt;br /&gt;2 ubi tempura.&lt;br /&gt;4 salads.&lt;br /&gt;1 oyster.&lt;br /&gt;1 mussel&lt;br /&gt;2 scallops&lt;br /&gt;1 nugget&lt;br /&gt;1 seafood ring (something like onion ring)&lt;br /&gt;1 honey chicken drumstick&lt;br /&gt;yam and mint choc ice cream&lt;br /&gt;2 siew mai&lt;br /&gt;1 curry samosa&lt;br /&gt;1 spring roll thingy&lt;br /&gt;1 mini char siew pao&lt;br /&gt;1 chawanmushi&lt;br /&gt;1/3 chicken steak&lt;br /&gt;1 fish&lt;br /&gt;oh god. this looks humongous.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember anything else. it think still got though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to some shops and bought some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Went to popular.&lt;br /&gt;Four of us (my 3 cousins and i) bought SIXTY BUCKS worth of stationary. lol. so pro.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel sorry for my aunts.&lt;br /&gt;After spending about 10 more bucks on us, we all left.&lt;br /&gt;My PIG of a cousin wantedto go home and sleep. LOL. piggypiggypigg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. My '10 Things I Hate About You' download finish liao!!&lt;br /&gt;The movie's like really really sweet, nice, funny and heartwarming..&lt;br /&gt;=)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I can open my present (note that its SINGULAR. only one present. =( but THANKS corr for passing my present to xw=)))  ) and my 2 cousins are coming to my house with loads of movies and games and my computer pro cousin will help me to get the internet working on my comp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDL7Wy4JT0w/RY5Xa5akidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P_0bdRHoOUs/s1600-h/Marco1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDL7Wy4JT0w/RY5Xa5akidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P_0bdRHoOUs/s400/Marco1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012039554910423506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MANY KISSES!! lol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-103291088998571709?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/103291088998571709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=103291088998571709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/103291088998571709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/103291088998571709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-tm-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDL7Wy4JT0w/RY5Xa5akidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P_0bdRHoOUs/s72-c/Marco1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23978957.post-2410088633038076431</id><published>2006-12-23T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T05:59:19.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning...&lt;br /&gt;duh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around the house downloading movies and playing games etc.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the new episode of naruto and talked crap with Jaron and Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;I shall try out a new laugh: teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;awww. so delicate! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally decided to move at about 3 plus so I went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;While my hair was drying, I lay in bed to read and... dozed off. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up every 5 minutes and finally, at about 4, I finally got my butt off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;I changed and  packed my bag. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to TM. CRAP sia.&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo bloody  crowded man...&lt;br /&gt;I saw Wan Leng queuing up with her mum and sis to buy some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I was acting spaz so I pretended not to see her. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went walk around TM looking for presents.&lt;br /&gt;The whole place was sooo crowded so I went to the basement instead.&lt;br /&gt;I bought some kind of christmas present thingy for all the 7 xian nu + ah ball and ah gun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO nice!!&lt;br /&gt;But.. I dunno what gift to give each person.&lt;br /&gt;And the gifts are just different types of snacks - mostly chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to give each snack a number and let each person choose a number.&lt;br /&gt;Then the person will get the snack that has the same number.&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Great way to solve my problem cos if you choose something that you don't really want, it's  none of my business. YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to CS when I saw Marcus, his younger bro and his mum.&lt;br /&gt;ONCE AGAIN, I pretended to scratch my face and looked away.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was in the basement of CS, I saw MRS LEE!!! o.O&lt;br /&gt;I walked SUPER fast to get away from her even though it's unlikely that she'll recognise me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought somemore stuff at CS and walked home.&lt;br /&gt;Put my stuff down and left to go to my grandmother's house.&lt;br /&gt;WAHH. 3 copies of 8 Days for me to read. HEHH.&lt;br /&gt;I ate like, FOUR ferrero rochers. =X&lt;br /&gt;And I tried some of the rendang. AHH!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sticking to my rule of NO SPICY FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;lol. and chocs are heaty and bad for the voice too.&lt;br /&gt;AI YAH. I go and kill myself la.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE POINT OF LIVING?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, played dai di the whoole night.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my 2 aunts are gonna treat me and my 3 cousins to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. Hope I can do some shopping with them. Maybe I can get a pencil box and wallet.&lt;br /&gt;AHH. I kind of feel guilty already.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My christmas wish: I wish that *e **** *e***e ***e&lt;br /&gt;hangman! guess what my christmas wish is!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. it isnt wishing that jeff will be mine cos.. he already is!! =)))) lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-2410088633038076431?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/2410088633038076431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=2410088633038076431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/2410088633038076431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/2410088633038076431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/woke-up-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-852891253227480762</id><published>2006-12-22T05:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T05:57:22.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school for choir today.&lt;br /&gt;There was a HUGE jam at the bus stop so I thought that I'd be late.&lt;br /&gt;End up choir started half an hour late. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, hung up the banner.&lt;br /&gt;So many people wanted to see my braces. lol. Commenting on how cute it is. urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was done like half an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;The future sec 1s were going into the classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was primary 6-going-on- sec 1, and we went into the classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;We were given time to walk around the school and I thought that we could go home already so I just left. LOL. So 'stulud'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went into the choir room, did warmups, zipadeedoodah and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ball and I taught Yan Ting and gangan how to dance it while yingying and wei yin taught the rest of the altos.&lt;br /&gt;At about 11.20, Ms Seow came in and dismissed us.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Dismissed us FORTY MINUTES EARLY. wth.&lt;br /&gt;And Siok Wen looked so shocked. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Today was alumni day!&lt;br /&gt;Siok Wen and (the one who's FOREVER free) Weslie and Lee Lian (with her dyed hair) and Bao Hui (looking the same! my lao gong!) and Magdalene (with her new fringe) ALL came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was dismissed, our acapella group practised with our new member, Yan Jie!&lt;br /&gt;He's like SUPER pro la. WHAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;He got the whole SUPER hard bass part without even practising it.&lt;br /&gt;He just has to look at the score.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO jealous. If only I could be as pro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys had to go into the room to practise their acapella piece 'Let's Get It Started'.&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHA. Crapped sooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;Wan Leng, Mag and I went downstairs to the canteen. Met gangan and ah ball.&lt;br /&gt;I asked them to go down with us and they came..&lt;br /&gt;HEEHE. Gangan gave me a nugget and qiu mei sacrificed her nugget(that she was gonna take from gangan). hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate that and bought a peach tea.&lt;br /&gt;Went upstairs with gangan and ah ball.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Yin GRABBED me and asked me to sing Let It Shine with the sec3's acapella grp consisting of Pearlyn(sp?), Xin Min, Yan Ting, Y2 and Wei Yin.&lt;br /&gt;I sang with them. lalalalalaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Called WL and Mag to come too cos the S2 n S1 needed help.&lt;br /&gt;The sec 3s seemed to think that we would JOIN their acapella group just cos we came to help. @#$%&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about it. Call my secretary in about 3 days time and I'll get back to you. lol.&lt;br /&gt;While YanTing and the other sec 3s went off, Bao Hui and I sat on the piano bench while I was playing the piano and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;AHA! Miss my lao gong! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Wei Yin, Ah Ball, GanGan and I went outside.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Wei Yin and gangan 'pon-ed' the SC debrief.&lt;br /&gt;And Wei Yin wanted to noe what was going on so I embarassed myself for her.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the SC room and rested against the wall there and tried to look in and find Si Jie.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;SOO many counsellors saw me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Zhou saw me so I was trying to signal to him that I wanted to find Si Jie but after looking at me for a few seconds, he just looked away. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after letting Glen Siow, Yan Ting, Wei Zhou, Shazlin, Luqman, Ding Yang, Jason and a few other counsellors see me, I FINALLY managed to see Si Jie.&lt;br /&gt;I DRAGGED Wei Yin from her hiding place and made her see Si Jie.&lt;br /&gt;After they talked finish, all 4 of us stood there trying to eavesdrop in what Mrs Willman and Ms Chia were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Fun sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sort of going back to the choir room when Mrs Chua came up.&lt;br /&gt;She listened to the boys' acapella.&lt;br /&gt;No offence but I really didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;De Hong's personality suits the solo but not his voice.&lt;br /&gt;The background is too loud n too sian.&lt;br /&gt;The song doesn't blend together..&lt;br /&gt;I wish they chose another song that would sound good with soo many guys in it.&lt;br /&gt;ALL the guys in choir are in the song except for benny and shukrie. and i think Alvin too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was our turn.&lt;br /&gt;Sang it and Mrs Chua said that the solo was too soft.&lt;br /&gt;Mag and I tried to sing together. Y2 said it was better. So did gangan and ah ball.&lt;br /&gt;We were gonna try somemore but Firdaus had to go for his Friday prayers.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the library cos Mdm Yue wanted to listen to us.&lt;br /&gt;There, we sang somemore.&lt;br /&gt;End up now I will sing my original part and Mag goes back to Sop for the song.&lt;br /&gt;I have to 'sing the song with EXPRESSION!' and sing with a firmer voice. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Expression. URGHH. the thing I'm worst at when it comes to singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember during the preparation for the KL trip.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lye kept asking me to put a smile on my face cos I looked like I was being tortured. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all left except for the 2 guys cos Mdm Yue wanted to see them.&lt;br /&gt;So it's confirmed. We will perform on stage. For the sec 1 orientation I think.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to have a mic to myself. AH. I have mic-o-phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the canteen with ah ball n gangan.&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed gangan's phone to call corr.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up they weren't going to bugis so.. forgeddit.&lt;br /&gt;I took 28 home with gangan.&lt;br /&gt;She was like sooo high!&lt;br /&gt;Kept on 'duh-ing' away and pretending that Wei Zhou was Moose from archie comics. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;DUH, I miss you! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Edi that I thought he looked pretty w/o his glasses cos he took 28 with us. lol.&lt;br /&gt;PREETY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and to my JOY, NO ONE WAS HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;I switched on the computer and started dancing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't DANCE but I sang.&lt;br /&gt;I was like looking in the cupboards for what to eat for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that I wasn't hungry at all so I just learnt from Garret.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat cos I wasn't hungry!&lt;br /&gt;lol. Instead, I watched youtube and chatted and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I only got hungry at about 6 plus. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I ate a banana for breakfast? cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jaron went CRAZY! SOOO lame!!&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DID THE REAL JARON GO?&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's  9.50pm right now and I've been using the comp for... about SEVEN whole hours.&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH. My eyesight is gonna get worse.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised what a LOOOONG post I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo tired. Gonna go read my book and listen to music before sleeping. ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-852891253227480762?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/852891253227480762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=852891253227480762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/852891253227480762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/852891253227480762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-school-for-choir-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-818622353991182066</id><published>2006-12-21T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T05:06:48.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to school to do the banner stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ball, Ah Gun and I reached on time and went to look for Mrs Chua.&lt;br /&gt;She gave us the keys to open the choir room.&lt;br /&gt;Went in, started painting.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie came @ 10.&lt;br /&gt;Then, a guy stuck his head into the choir room and Maggie was like,"Hi!" in this ultra-friendly voice and I said,"Huan ying guang ling!"&lt;br /&gt;We thought that it was wan leng!!&lt;br /&gt;pai seh man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We painted n stuff, shifted into the storeroom to paint cos Mrs Chua was afraid that we'd paint the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad! The floor already kena before she told us to shift in. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we shifted in, I started slacking a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Helped mag to hold the cloth while she painted then I used my comp.&lt;br /&gt;Showed ah ball(qiumei) my pics and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then I showed Mag n Wan Leng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for lunch at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a man who was wearing high heels. wth??&lt;br /&gt;creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had acapella.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Firdaus didn't turn up.&lt;br /&gt;The prac was quite good though.&lt;br /&gt;lol. It was fun torturing Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;While everyone else was practising, I made him sing "Mary had a little lamb" loudly. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Who asked him to sing sooo softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, did some banner again and left school @ 5.&lt;br /&gt;I was 15 mins late meeting my 'lover'. -.-&lt;br /&gt;We went to this place selling steaks and chicken n fish and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;I had teriyaki chicken, potato salad and onion rings.&lt;br /&gt;MAN! My potato salad was the BEST man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, mum and sis went to PP while my bro took 31 to TM and I took 15 home.&lt;br /&gt;SOOO crowded sia..&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, bathed and went to use my bro's comp but the internet had probs agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and I watched '10 Things I Hate About You'.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!! The movie is so sweet man. And sarcastic humour suits me! =))&lt;br /&gt;The guy smile until sooo cute! And the school cousellor is so... horny? lol!&lt;br /&gt;While watching, I ate fruits and we ate chocs tt my mum passed to us. nicenice. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught my sis some of the forbidden love and then I dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up, used the comp and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, my mum, sis and I had a conference.&lt;br /&gt;We spent 45 MINS deciding where to go! !@#$%&lt;br /&gt;End up, we went to Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a few stuff, window shopped and then went home. lol&lt;br /&gt;So sian&lt;br /&gt;Came home, used the comp more.&lt;br /&gt;I CHANGED MY BS!! =))&lt;br /&gt;And the song kind of sucks.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, let everyone hear la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that I can get my new pencil box b4 sch reopens!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-818622353991182066?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/818622353991182066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=818622353991182066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/818622353991182066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/818622353991182066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-went-to-school-to-do-banner.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-3730279877187222105</id><published>2006-12-19T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T03:10:52.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school early at about 9..&lt;br /&gt;Met Anna, Si Jie, Ka Ching,  Shu Yi  and  Ke Xin.&lt;br /&gt;When Wan Leng and Wee Ting came, we started brainstorming for ideas.&lt;br /&gt;I asked the UNHELPFUL seniors for help..&lt;br /&gt;They told me to contact 'Daddy'.&lt;br /&gt;I asked who 'Daddy' was and they told me to ask 'Jie jie'.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? 'Jie Jie' is WEI QUAN and 'Daddy' is MIN SAN. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of stuff happened.&lt;br /&gt;So tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-3730279877187222105?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3730279877187222105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=3730279877187222105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3730279877187222105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3730279877187222105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-school-early-at-about-9.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-5436288240730399543</id><published>2006-12-17T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T05:58:52.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>debate camp post.&lt;br /&gt;15thdec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the 67 to Nanyang girls'.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that... THAT'S WHERE THEY HAVE THE CHOIR SYF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;The past  few days, I've been obsessing about.. JEFF and M-PACT!!&lt;br /&gt;We were like soo blur about the whole debate thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were split into 2 groups.&lt;br /&gt;Group A - Heidi, Garret, I&lt;br /&gt;Group B - Gangan n Tiffany (e6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was a blur lah.&lt;br /&gt;My group ah.. there was this indian girl who was TOTALLY bossy and irritating.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;I disliked the food for the 1st day too.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. The food was better on the 1st than on the 2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD I predicted that the food would suck on the 2nd day.. so I brought a muesli bar to eat instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED the exibition debate.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY that uber cool guy.. the 1st speaker. sam something. lol.&lt;br /&gt;He's the oneworking in the army. WAYYY COOL.&lt;br /&gt;He's calm and composed yet witty and connects with the audience. *faints in adoration* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home on the first day, there was this guy who kept looking back at us.&lt;br /&gt;Garret, gangan n I were sitting @ the last row and tlaking about the camp and stuff and he kept looking at us..&lt;br /&gt;(WHAT?! Never see shuai ge b4 ah?!) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like.. VERY long, he came to sit next to garret. omg.&lt;br /&gt;he talked to him and garret acted macho..&lt;br /&gt;He 'clenched his fists and frowned hard', trying to intimidate the guy.&lt;br /&gt;lol. to be honest, when he demo-ed for me to see, it looked like he had constipation or had a facial tic. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garret 'nobly, selflessly' decided to 'send us home' on the first on account tt he wanted to 'season' his new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16thdec&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BDAY TIFF!!&lt;br /&gt;We took 67 agn.. Supposed to meet garret on the bus but the bloody bugger was still @ home when we boarded the bus. too bad. he missed it.&lt;br /&gt;Met him @ the NYGH bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;2nd day was loads more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a workshop on POIs first.&lt;br /&gt;That REALLY made me interested!!&lt;br /&gt;that was SOOOO nice to watch man..&lt;br /&gt;The arguments back and forth were wayyy cool.&lt;br /&gt;The nicholas was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;Vishal (sp?) kept mixing his name up.. One moment calling him benjamin, one moment calling his christopher. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. We went to the dance studio thingy and played big booty.&lt;br /&gt;That involved shaking yr butt to the beat and saying some numbers..&lt;br /&gt;then they made us walk around the room making eye contact. urrgh.&lt;br /&gt;then the 'eww' part. we stood in a circle and turned to the right and massaged the person infront of us.&lt;br /&gt;In my case, it was garret.&lt;br /&gt;i TORTURED him by massaging the really pain one.&lt;br /&gt;then the damn guy told us to massgae the forearms to the fingertips. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;i of course didnt do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. oh shit sia.&lt;br /&gt;the guy told us to turn to our left and massage the person in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;For garret, it was payback time.&lt;br /&gt;ouch ouch OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;but not as pain as i expected la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we did the whole drama thing..&lt;br /&gt;it was really cute but too tedious to type out.. if u wanna noe wat happened, which i doubt, then u can ask me. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a debate. each person HAD to debate at least once.&lt;br /&gt;mine was scary and.. demoralising.&lt;br /&gt;soo many POIs r scary! and i spoke for... 2 mins plus. omg so paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;the limit given was 6 mins, n i spoke for 2 mins. god.&lt;br /&gt;mortifying!!!&lt;br /&gt;Our adjudicator was jonathan pflug.&lt;br /&gt;COOL surname.&lt;br /&gt;He looked eurasian.. hes really nice and during the debate debrief, he didnt scold us at all.&lt;br /&gt;also.. a plus point is tt he's the national debate team's coach and easy on the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;omg. i DID NOT just say tt. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to the auditorium and there was another exhibition debate on our motion tt THW place age restrictions on violent cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;lol! powerpuff girls were named! yay me! ( i suggested using the PPG as a positive example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, my fave debator ( the cool cool army guy) was 1st speaker.&lt;br /&gt;nicenice.&lt;br /&gt;i took SOOOO many pics of the alumni team. shuai ma. lol.&lt;br /&gt;they're just too cool la. LURVE their debating skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the bus home after tt.&lt;br /&gt;We left like 7 plus. wth!&lt;br /&gt;reached home 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;SOOO tired but nt hungry at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day&lt;br /&gt;17thdec&lt;br /&gt;Woke up @ 7. left the house early to go to garret's.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. He was a bloody half an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HIM!! idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for 50 mins.. cos i came 20 mins early. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went his house, learnt some forbidden love, taught him canon in D.&lt;br /&gt;i managed to sort out my songs!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;garret's toilet is SOOO sucky!!!&lt;br /&gt;they dont have toilet rolls. they use tissues from the small small packets. WTH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lurveeee m pact.&lt;br /&gt;jeff is MINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after v v long, gangan arrived.&lt;br /&gt;gangan n i sang and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;irritated garret by singing. hee.&lt;br /&gt;garret's sis bought us lunch. SOO peppery.&lt;br /&gt;i ate finish first so i went to use the comp some more.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left @ 1plus.&lt;br /&gt;walked 1 bus stop to tanah merah mrt and took mrt to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;went to the library and met some debate camp ppl there.&lt;br /&gt;i wished some of them luck when gangan n i went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;lallaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;the debate was nice la.&lt;br /&gt;i would've chosen the opp as the winners of the debate. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;lol. the unprotected sex part..&lt;br /&gt;the motion was.. THBT the time has come to ban smoking.&lt;br /&gt;so the 3rd speaker for opp said tt there're many unhealthy things tt the govt allows. such as fast food..&lt;br /&gt;then he strated syaing, why nt ban all these?&lt;br /&gt;ban fast food, ban unprotected sex. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took mrt back home. once again gangan n garet were embarassing me.&lt;br /&gt;omg. acting like small kids sia.&lt;br /&gt;so i pretended tt i din noe them.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llaaala. dead tired after waking up so early the past few days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-5436288240730399543?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5436288240730399543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=5436288240730399543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5436288240730399543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5436288240730399543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/debate-camp-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-5211685334398154083</id><published>2006-12-14T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T03:54:42.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to volunteer today.&lt;br /&gt;lol. Xue Wei was waiting at the MRT station while I waited in the volunteer lounge.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I asked Tiff to help me call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sorted and folded one bag then went off.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Firdaus.. So act dao.&lt;br /&gt;I met him and told him about the acapella n he like dun care dun care so I just ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Xue Wei's house.&lt;br /&gt;She ah! Buy SOOO much.&lt;br /&gt;I scolded her. lol.&lt;br /&gt;She bought 2 bars of kit kat, the big big kind.&lt;br /&gt;Then she wanted to buy some rice.&lt;br /&gt;I dragged her off before she could buy.&lt;br /&gt;Then she wanted to buy french fries from Macs.&lt;br /&gt;I scolded her and din allow her to buy so instead she bought the vanilla ice cream cone.&lt;br /&gt;THEN. We took the MRT to Tampines. I told her about Step Up cos she couldn't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Q Bread shop near the interchange and she bought a waffle.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Old Chang Kee where she bought a stick of sotong head onstick, one sotong nugget thingy and ... one more thing. but I forgot what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to her house and sat there watching tv and talking.&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;But she kept saying tt I very 'ke qi'. Like.. she offered me a drink and I din want.. So I said no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;And she was like," No need to be so ke qi la!"&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to 7 Eleven and she bought chips while I bought Tao Kae Noi.&lt;br /&gt;lala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-5211685334398154083?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5211685334398154083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=5211685334398154083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5211685334398154083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5211685334398154083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-volunteer-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-3144314745201425171</id><published>2006-12-13T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T04:22:03.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to ECP to celebrate Tiff's bday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie, Wan Leng, Xin Yi and Wee Ting were late by HALF AN HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corr, Tiff and I waited at Macs for them sooooo patiently. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Si Tian sitting there with a bunch of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;Also saw a few child stars. Probably filming some show.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY they arrived and bought some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a bike shop.&lt;br /&gt;The bikes were going at $6 for 1 hour - with 1 hour thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;Tiff, Corr n I wanted those bikes but the others din have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;The guy cut it to $5 for us so in the end they gave in and we saved a dollar each! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us cycled till we couldn't see the 4 of them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to the beach and play there while waiting for them to come.&lt;br /&gt;We jumped in the sea, took pics and.. spazzed. fun la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 4.25, dark clouds started to gather so we cycled back.&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG-ED like siao and made it back to the bike shop JUST in time.&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO tired. My leg muscles are DYING man..&lt;br /&gt;Bought drinks @ 7 Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;Wan Leng, Xin Yi, Mag n Wee Ting went home while Corr, Tiff and I went to sit at the rocks near the beach.&lt;br /&gt;We drank our drinks, talked, took pics and listened to music through my mp3 and speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 6, we decided to go back cos it started drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;Took 15 back.&lt;br /&gt;I sat with Corr and I let her listen to some M-PACT songs.&lt;br /&gt;SOOO nice! I was TOTALLY acting crazy, hee.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, ate my dinner and went to Popular to buy books.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bunch of volleyball ppl in Popular and in TM.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for the stock taking thing.&lt;br /&gt;I did the scores with Anna, Mag(but she ran away) and Suryana.&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun - i think.&lt;br /&gt;There were like, MOUNTAINS of scores and books of scores.&lt;br /&gt;It was really dusty though and Anna had a runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was acting spastic cos they were playing some music on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;I spazzed with Anna a bit. lol. fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then when Firdaus came to ask me something, the song 'White Houses' by Vanessa Carlton came on. Immediately, Anna, Suryana and I were like 'de de de de de de de-ing' to the starting music of the song and Firdaus got this really shocked look on his face which made us all laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ about 12, I told Mrs Chua tt we were going for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the coffeeshop near sch.&lt;br /&gt;We jay walked but gangan didnt DARE to. Saying tt shes a 'good citizen' lol.&lt;br /&gt;Bought FIVE packets of chicken rice and 2 drinks and went back to sch.&lt;br /&gt;I bought so many cos I was da bao-ing for Weslie, Yan Jie, Mrs Chua and Gangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the choir room but Mrs Chua said that we weren't allowed to eat in the choir room.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie and Wan Leng pang seh-ed us and went down.&lt;br /&gt;Gangan and I sat at the staircase to eat. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished eating, I saw Qiu Mei walking towards the choir room.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the toilet and when she came to find me... I hid. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We practised...&lt;br /&gt;It was NICE.&lt;br /&gt;Except... for ME!&lt;br /&gt;I said that the thing was too high for me to pronounce the words properly so...&lt;br /&gt;Maggie is gonna take over me for the verses. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;AND I think it sounded quite nice!!&lt;br /&gt;I sort of know how to sing the sop part for the verses alrdy. YAYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Yan Jie and Weslie helped a lot!&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly rmb Weslie..&lt;br /&gt;I asked himif he knew how to sing the song.&lt;br /&gt;He said tt he dunno.. then he started singing the song. LOL! LAMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the canteen to practise a few more times.&lt;br /&gt;NICEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;I like it! =))&lt;br /&gt;I fele excited now. YEAHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-3144314745201425171?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3144314745201425171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=3144314745201425171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3144314745201425171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3144314745201425171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-ecp-to-celebrate-tiffs-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-1395506460261809483</id><published>2006-12-10T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T05:58:16.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAALAA.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my Tekka Mall on Sat and sat around VERY long while my aunt and her sis-in-law were doing god-knows-what. Then, we went somewhere and I bought a set of batteries and earphones.&lt;br /&gt;Then, my aunt and I went to Toa Payoh. OMFG sia. She topped mup my card for me. 20 bucks. THEN she blew 35 bucks on 2 pairs of flip flops that I wanted. WOO. nice man.&lt;br /&gt;Altogether she spent abt 60 bucks on me. in ONE day. not counting food. If you count food.. it would be about 70 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my grandma's house and spent the whole night at my aunt's house (she lives next door to my grandma) watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I vegged out the WHOLE day.&lt;br /&gt;I played the piano @ my aunt's house.. I taught my cousin to play some songs and used the comp (for abt 10 mins. lol.). I brought only ONE book to my grandma's house and I finished it before I even reached Tekka Mall. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;I read the book 2 times during the 2 days I spent there. ARGH. SO tired and sian on the 2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, I went to the 'conducting workshop' with gangan, yingying and yanting. We took 31 and... got lost. Ended up taking 31 allll the way to whampoa. Which is.. in the middle of nowhere. ARGH. Called Ms Lye and she made us take a cab to TKSS. crapp.&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was sooo sian. The only good thing was tt I smuggled some scores out (even though they said tt we cant. woops. =))  ). Some of the songs were seriously very nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY!!! EVERYONE MUST READ THIS PART!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still obsessed with m-pact. especially the member named jeff. =))&lt;br /&gt;AHH. Not my fault he's so cute right??&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, anyone who sees wei yin online must tell her to REMEMBER  to go for acapella this coming wednesday. THANKS =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-1395506460261809483?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1395506460261809483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=1395506460261809483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1395506460261809483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1395506460261809483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/laalaa.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-5190940014543101912</id><published>2006-12-08T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T05:38:54.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>btw,&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone going on Tuesday,  if you want to meet at Tampines cos u don't know how to go etc, call me on Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;If not, meet at the MacDonald's at Marine Cove at 1pm, AFTER you have finished your lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ying Ying: If there's acapella on Monday, call me LATE sunday night.. like.. 10 plus. no later, but no earlier. Cos I'll be home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Anyone wanna go watch Happy Feet? I'm so deprived but I still wanna watch cos I likethe soundtrack. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. GARRET! (Someone go tell him to see my blog!) Go organise a bb session!! It's time for the guys to do it instead of us girls. GO GO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gangan: If Heidi tells you anything about the debate camp or the sessions BEFORE the debate camp, email me the details or.. call me on Sunday night, @ 10 plus. THANKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-5190940014543101912?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5190940014543101912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=5190940014543101912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5190940014543101912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5190940014543101912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/btw-1.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-1455072382006729156</id><published>2006-12-08T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T05:22:52.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>URGH. The 'conducting workshop' was a waste of time!!&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog another day. Im too sleeppyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-1455072382006729156?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1455072382006729156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=1455072382006729156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1455072382006729156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1455072382006729156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-3493825060909164894</id><published>2006-12-06T03:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T04:04:22.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4thdec post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the dentist early this morning. Reached there about 10am.&lt;br /&gt;I had to wait about half an hour before I was called into the room.&lt;br /&gt;THe dentist did a couple of stuff to my teeth before he started putting the braces onto my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, it did hurt-a little.&lt;br /&gt;The dentist told me to go out and wait for him to call me in to put wire on.&lt;br /&gt;After the dentist put the wire on, I expected it to start hurting.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't! But after going down the escalator to the first level, it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. My teeth are being WRENCHED from their positions and forced into a supposedly more orderly position. DUH it has to hurt..&lt;br /&gt;My poor poor teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took bus 33 to bedok and along the ride, the bus was very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I read my book, used my laptop as a mirror and listened to music.&lt;br /&gt;Once, the bus was empty except for me and another woman sitting in front, I decided to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. thank God no one caught me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached school.&lt;br /&gt;Met Yingying, Farhana and Suryana in the canteen and saw Yan Jie, Firdaus, De Hong and Weslie at the new piano.&lt;br /&gt;I met Yan Ting and Xin Min too but they were preparing to leave when I came.&lt;br /&gt;All the girls were like super shocked about my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I sat down in the canteen and read my book while waiting for them to complete their 'Don't Know Why' practice.&lt;br /&gt;Met Wei Zhou and Leslie too. They came to school to buy books.&lt;br /&gt;o.O Braces people. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then gangan arrived..&lt;br /&gt;I took out my laptop to play while they were combining 'Don't Know Why'.&lt;br /&gt;De Hong kept trying to play. He wanted to play Super Mario. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus kept saying that I brought my 'Haser' laptop. lol. It's HASEE! As in hussy. =))&lt;br /&gt;Yingying got so fed up that she asked me to switch it off. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY we could have prac for 'It's You'.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have no idea if we can pull this song off.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed kinda easy during Camp A Capella but today it seemed loads harder.&lt;br /&gt;Yingying and I requested that Yan Jie help us write the notes for Bass and Tenor. Lol. I seriously pity him.&lt;br /&gt;My part and Yingying's part sort of clashed. And gangan's part was high. lol&lt;br /&gt;After veryverryyyy long, I  suggested that we don't do Bass and just have SAT instead of SATB.&lt;br /&gt;Yingying tried the Sop part and together... It sounded like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time Mr Goh walked up to us and I got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. he was attracted to the sounds of melodious singing. =)&lt;br /&gt;We gave up at about 2.40. Just 1 hour of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged gangan to Macs.&lt;br /&gt;We both ate some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bad dream, something bad happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;Last time, my McFlurry fell onto the floor. This time, my sundae spilt onto my tray. oops.&lt;br /&gt;Gangan and I just used our fries to wipe the fudge off. =D&lt;br /&gt;How gross is THAT? lol.&lt;br /&gt;We ate, then I showed her the noteworthy thing.&lt;br /&gt;She was so blur! After I explained, she said that it was really hard and confusing. lol.. CHEWY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we ran for the bus 17.&lt;br /&gt;I was holding a cup of cold water from Macs and while running... some of the water spilt.&lt;br /&gt;I pity the woman in front of me. Some of the water spilt onto her and she was looking around, trying to figure where the water came from. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ulcers are alrdy coming out after the braces rubbed against my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;One big news for 'Only You' acapella ppl:&lt;br /&gt;BENJAMIN IS JOINING!&lt;br /&gt;I feel mean though. Cos Firdaus helped me to call benjamin (or as benson calls him, Benja) and when he asked who was in the acapella group, I said all of the ppl PLUS de hong. even though hes not in.&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus la! He told me to lie. I feel mean. And EVIL. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-3493825060909164894?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3493825060909164894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=3493825060909164894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3493825060909164894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3493825060909164894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/4thdec-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-3938090678500201337</id><published>2006-12-06T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T03:55:11.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH. BLOODY braces.&lt;br /&gt;SOO many ulcers now. ouch ouch ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now we had acapella!!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan wasn't in school! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;No choice. Had to make do with the lousy keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;The library lady had to go for lunch so we used the pianos @ the canteen first.&lt;br /&gt;CRAP! None of us knew how to read bass cleft(sp?) so wwe had a hard time getting the guys to know their part.&lt;br /&gt;btw... BENJAMIN IS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; NEW MEMBER. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so super. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't sound good. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we finally could go to the library, everyone was pretty sian already.&lt;br /&gt;We started singing other songs like Gao Shan Qing, Dancing Song, Let It Shine, Da Hil Saiyo, Siyahamba, Libertango, Uber and... er. cant rmb anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun la.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to singing Only You.&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus canNOT sing using falsetto. It will crack us up SOO much that we can't sing. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And Bemjamin isn't THAT quiet online. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Mag n I were crapping away and he didn't seem so introvert-y.&lt;br /&gt;I helped himmake a blog. hee. im so helpful.&lt;br /&gt;No la. actually, I kind of twisted his arm to make him agree to make a blog so that I could help him cos I was bored shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. This coming Tues, we're celebrating tiff's bday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna come? Gng ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangan, If ur gng to the conducting camp, call me k? i NEED to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH ya. I forgot. TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;Wan Leng! Help me wish my alter ego(Jaron) HAPPY BIRTHDAY cos its his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Even though he told me that he cant have ANYTHING to do with birthdays. poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love m-pact so much. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible tt im obsessing SOOO much about them even though they're probably back in the US already?&lt;br /&gt;They're just TOO perfect. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-3938090678500201337?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3938090678500201337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=3938090678500201337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3938090678500201337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3938090678500201337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-3231464754812016139</id><published>2006-12-03T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T05:27:32.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE my new mp3.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS M-pact so much.&lt;br /&gt;tell u morenext time. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-3231464754812016139?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3231464754812016139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=3231464754812016139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3231464754812016139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3231464754812016139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-my-new-mp3.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-1314614797615713147</id><published>2006-12-01T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T04:32:37.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(nt sure if the order of events are wrong. hee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to school for the choir leadership workshop thing.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't what I expected.. I thought it would be a total bore.&lt;br /&gt;We had ice breakers. Had the 'animal game' and the kfc game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the breakfast which was just hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Firdaus to eat mine cos I didnt feel hungry anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Told lame jokes at the table.&lt;br /&gt;Went to give the form to heidi.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the music room and had the DISC evaluation thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Im a high I! IDCS.&lt;br /&gt;Means that I'm enthusiastic, optimistic, talkative n emotional. lol.  so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also given eggs. &lt;br /&gt;Before the end of the day, many MANY people cracked their eggs by accident.&lt;br /&gt;there was one point where the sec 3s sang let it shine.&lt;br /&gt;Alto 1 sounded pathetic. could only hear wei yin. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team building games were kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;There was the balancing game.&lt;br /&gt;All the girls sat on chairs in a circle.&lt;br /&gt;We had our feet on the floor and had to lie on the person behind us.&lt;br /&gt;In my case, yanting(sec2) lay on me n i lay on gangan.&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao. The first time we attempted this, OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;Gangan's knees were hurting my back like siao.&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd time, it was a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;My legs were trembling andall wobbly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the bucket game.&lt;br /&gt;Each of the 4 teams were given a bucket half filled with water.&lt;br /&gt;My team had.. Me, Anna, Shukrie, Yan Jie, Wendy, Wee Ting, Jia Hwee, Ka Ching, Haswani.&lt;br /&gt;We had to sit on the floor and lift up the (bloody heavy) bucket using ONLY our feet.&lt;br /&gt;First time, only feet. But had to sing a song after lifting while the bucket is in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Second time, we had to take turns and took off our shoes and socks.&lt;br /&gt;Third time, had to put shoes back on.&lt;br /&gt;AHH. Tiring sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun too. =))&lt;br /&gt;everytime i say his name, its like its only a game&lt;br /&gt;and i need you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANGAN! is tt line correct anot!? frm only u. i wanna try memorising the lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-1314614797615713147?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1314614797615713147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=1314614797615713147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1314614797615713147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1314614797615713147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/12/nt-sure-if-order-of-events-are-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-694634308404838185</id><published>2006-11-30T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T02:20:22.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>28th Nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to CDC and celebrated Wan Leng's bday in advance.&lt;br /&gt;And.. They called Jaron and he wished her happy bday. LOL.&lt;br /&gt; We cut a slice of the lurvely black forest cake for Yvfynn and dug in with our forks. heh.&lt;br /&gt; We = Me, Wan Leng, Mag, Xue Wei, Xin Yi, Wee Ting&lt;br /&gt;Later on, tiff came. LATE!!&lt;br /&gt;We went to Macs and ate lunch there.&lt;br /&gt;EWWW, Tiff ate 2 packets of mayonaise. SOO much.&lt;br /&gt;Went back up.&lt;br /&gt;We finished 10 bags by 3.10+. Went to This Fashion and the others tried out clothes while tiff and i walked around.&lt;br /&gt;Rmb the ah ma scarve? HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th nov (Today lah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning went for committee meeting.&lt;br /&gt;had a bit of fun la.&lt;br /&gt;took pics of de hong n his butt, lol, and the 'prison cell' window.&lt;br /&gt;also talked a lot of crap and 'went to the toilet cos of constipation' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i accompanied gangan to the media club room for her to go get her debate camp form and heidi told me tt i was accepted too.&lt;br /&gt;i dun really wanna go though.. gangan: my future is in yr hands. lol&lt;br /&gt;crapped with the guys and qiu mei n gangan.&lt;br /&gt;talked abt a possible choir overseas trip JUST FOR FUN!! yay.&lt;br /&gt;lallallaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;saw tiff n corr n mh n other nb girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 11.30 we left the choir room.&lt;br /&gt;ate. i ate porridge. NORMAL porridge not tail porridge. grr.&lt;br /&gt;a youtiao came with the porridge. i was like so surprised. lol.&lt;br /&gt;drank lychee drink and.. threw away the lychee. lol.&lt;br /&gt;we had acapella prac. nt bad la.&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!! wei yin, firdaus and dehong/benson/the other guy better learn the song fast.&lt;br /&gt;took bus home. the end. lalaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-694634308404838185?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/694634308404838185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=694634308404838185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/694634308404838185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/694634308404838185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/28th-nov-we-all-went-to-cdc-and.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-4042856001008156025</id><published>2006-11-29T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:55:12.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Nov 2006&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In the morning, I just slacked around the house watching Full House and Death Note.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 4, I went to the library to return and borrow books.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the MRT to Clementi and reached there 45 mins later. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around awhile and then waited for Yingying to arrive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Macs and she ate her breakfast cum lunch cum dinner. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like.. WHOA. Eating SOO much. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One McSpicy, one cup corn, one large drink, one large fries, three packets of garlic chili and one whole container of curry sauce. Wow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took sooo long and I was starting to get hungry from my dinner at 3pm. Lol. So I bought a McFlurry, and guess what? I clumsily DROPPED the cup. Wah lao. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, the staff saw that I dropped my ice cream and gave me a new cup. Yay! Lurve the Macs people. &lt;o:p&gt;But soo paiseh. next time dun dare to go back. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After all the food was consumed, we went to take 96 to NUS.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw many familiar faces from the aca &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;pella&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; camp.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked there and hung around before the concert. The people wanted to change our seats but we din want. Lol. Too bad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert started at 8. Nanu opened the show. I saw Hui Min in it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min was my vocal training cher at Plaza Sing’s Yamaha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their opening wasn’t that nice though – except for the short medley at the back part. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. Came M-Pact. WOO!! LOVE ‘EM!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED Fletcher, Jeff, Matt, Marco, Britt and Trist’s solos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Matt did his solo, everyone was like cheering for him. =))&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he’s really nice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in one of the songs when he did backup, he sang so so SOOO high!! I thought it was Britt then I realized it was MATT!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew that Fletcher sang ‘Baby I Need Your Loving’!! AHHH!!! I LOVE &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that song!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jeff did his solo the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; time, there was a bunch of people shouting, “We love you, JEFF!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE!! I’m not the only one who idolizes Jeff. He SO rocks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel sorry for Trist cos he doesn’t have much time in the limelight but.. his solo was v cool. And I LOVE his bass rendition of “Love the One You’re With”. AHH. NICE!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britt, as usual, is a DIVA. Really cool guy. =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco was really cool. I still think tt he’s the best looking out of all the Mpact guys BUT he’s the least friendly. So.. I rank him last out of all the guys. Bleh. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After the concert, Yingying and I tried to go backstage but the personnel told us that it’s out of bounds. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited outside. Bought a cd each. Asked them to sign and after that, stayed to take pics. AWW. Disappointment. =((&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t take a group pic so we took smaller grp pics with some of the members. But none with Trist. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cd that I bought, he was loads younger and was quite shuai. Lol. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingying and I missed the last 96 out of campus. CRAP. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to hitchhike but no one stopped. =(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up asking for directions from an Indian man. He helped us. THANKS!! Lol. As if he will read this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took 197 ALLLL the&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;way back to Bedok and took a taxi home from there. THANKS to yingying’s mum for treating me for my ride home. I saw SOOO many cockroaches and at bedok, I even saw a rat! EWW.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO tired after that. Reachd home @ abt 1.30am. argh. Tired sia. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-4042856001008156025?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/4042856001008156025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=4042856001008156025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/4042856001008156025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/4042856001008156025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/26-th-nov-2006-in-morning-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-5867805825541756653</id><published>2006-11-25T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:38:33.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOO. I just found out.&lt;br /&gt;At tonight's concert, TTT (Tic Tac Tone) will be performing too!!! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in a dilemma. Should I eat dinner REALLY early at 3 plus and go to the library OR dont go library n eat at 4 plus? lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ai yah. i think i eat @ 3. anyway i ate brunch @ 9. so no need to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive temporarily given up on my pokemon and started on Heroes of Might and Magic. woo.&lt;br /&gt;siansiansiannn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gangaan: i do boys or girls for class post?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-5867805825541756653?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5867805825541756653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=5867805825541756653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5867805825541756653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5867805825541756653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/oooo.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-7184805451279671509</id><published>2006-11-24T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T20:03:16.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH. The choral exchange at PRCS sucked. I mean, WE sucked. EWWW.&lt;br /&gt;And the guy.. I totally didn't hear his name. lol. Anyway, he was like.. a bit niang niang qiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the bus ride to PRCS I was nice enough to agree to sit with benny but tt idiot... ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he ride back as v nice. =)) I slept a bit and could sit any way I wanted to. Hee. that means I put my legs on the chair. oops. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch with gangan. Crappy. She eat like ah ma liddat. SOOOO slow.&lt;br /&gt;I had to rush her. "Faster can?? Why you eat so slow?!" lol.&lt;br /&gt;We took MRT to sing post and I forced her to listen to m pact. hee. Im gonna put one of their songs on the blog. Once my internet starts to work agn.&lt;br /&gt;The volunteering was fun. Esp in the meeting room. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Tiff with all her stories of shit. LOL. Laugh until stomach pain.&lt;br /&gt;And Xue Wei sat there and din understand everything that we were saying. lol.&lt;br /&gt;And it was RATE not RAPE. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to use the comp and no one is online. -.- nvm gonna go out later.&lt;br /&gt;TIFF: Whos the last member in our amazing race team? call me at night anyday and tell me k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch the prestige. izzit still showing in cinemas?&lt;br /&gt;maggie: when will the next acapella prac be? wed? or mon or wat? must tell me.. Also.. we should think about replacing shukrie in the group, since he obviously has no commitment at all. maybe one of the sec 1 boys? or de hong or something. and we STILL havent thought about the acapella grp name.&lt;br /&gt;lala.&lt;br /&gt;sianSIANsianSIANsianSIANsianSIAN&lt;br /&gt;SIANsianSIANsianSIANsianSIANsian&lt;br /&gt;oo. the 'sian's look like 'asians'.&lt;br /&gt;ookay. im getting random cos im sian. ARGHH. shall I go back to play my pokemon agn? even that's getting sian.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for the library's "Drop Everything And Read!" campaign. If not I'd have rotted to death alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gangan and tiff: so how? the class post? i do who? u 2 decide can? then tell me. BUT i dun wanna do computerrrr.&lt;br /&gt;tiff:  still havent gone bowling. =( i thought u said we can go?  qi pian wo de gan qing!  ='(&lt;br /&gt;lol. jk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-7184805451279671509?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7184805451279671509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=7184805451279671509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/7184805451279671509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/7184805451279671509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-2328064057510004308</id><published>2006-11-21T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:20:11.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala. miss me? internet cant use so.. anyone who noe how to hook up laptop wireless internet call me k?&lt;br /&gt;i will LOVE you if u do tt. =D&lt;br /&gt;my number is.. 67826289. call me tonight *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im SOOOOO joking. dont act all perv.&lt;br /&gt;lala. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-2328064057510004308?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/2328064057510004308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=2328064057510004308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/2328064057510004308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/2328064057510004308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-8633005017522890946</id><published>2006-11-18T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T06:08:07.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I went to the acapella camp toda&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;y at republic poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/172164/DSCF2191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/200/910093/DSCF2191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place is sooo nice!! U wanna see can ask me to put in my dp cos im not gonna upload. heh.&lt;br /&gt;We reached there about 45 minutes early. lol. So we slacked.. Went to the toilet, 7-11 and finally, the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;They gave us a flyer thingy with a pic of the M-pact members(the old members. =((  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/389648/DSCF2193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/363943/DSCF2193.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we took a couple of pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/348129/DSCF2183.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/128453/DSCF2184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/71581/DSCF2184.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/348129/DSCF2183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/411017/DSCF2183.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/348129/DSCF2183.jpg"&gt;There was a performance by M-pact and a short briefing by Angie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had sectionals. Mag, Wan Leng and Yan Ting went to sop sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;Yingying n I went to the Alto sectionals. Our leaders were Fletcher and Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;When they gave us a short break, Ying Ying and I went to take a pic with them. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/968850/DSCF2189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/400297/DSCF2189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff's(left) beatboxing is like.. WHOA. COOL man. And Fletcher is really funny and can tap dance!! =))&lt;br /&gt;Our sectionals were fun and we were the only part, out of the sops, mezzo-sops, tenors, baritones and bass-es to complete the first song. We even managed to learn the 2nd song fully too. HAHHA. ALTOS ROCK. Ahhh. So high man.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had combined singing, it didn't sound half bad. Then there came lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I ate 2 cartons of yogurt and a big gulp. I didn't even finish half of the big gulp. lol.&lt;br /&gt;The 7-11 at republic poly is selling the Tao Kae Noi seaweed at buy 2 get 2 free!! The one sheet one.. Lalala.. I have no teeth to eat but I still got the seaweed. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we all assembled in the auditorium again.&lt;br /&gt;Took a pic with Britt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/475293/DSCF2192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/322296/DSCF2192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YingYing and I thought tt there wasn't any choice as to what workshop we had to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/216400/DSCF2325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/400/84169/DSCF2325.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See!! The arrow thingy. Copy and paste. lol. I was bored!!&lt;br /&gt;Cos the person who was taking our workshop, Dylan, had reaaaaly broad shoulders and well formed muscles. And Yingying commented.&lt;br /&gt;His workshop was called Vocal Technique and Endurance. lol. So we thought tt we had to 'ren' his boring talk. It was slightly interesting sometimes la.&lt;br /&gt;Mag, WL and YT went for this workshop called Sound Engineering with brian frm m-pact.&lt;br /&gt;At 3.30, they came back. We stayed in the auditorium for a session with Marco on small group dynamics. He had 'guest speakers': Brian, Jeff, Britt and Trist- he came in for awhile but didn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun listening to the guys' experiences and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;After tt was time to go home..&lt;br /&gt;During the day, we also took a pic withJeff (left) and Matt (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/139386/DSCF2194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/963185/DSCF2194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, I took loads of random pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/392329/DSCF2208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/200/424634/DSCF2208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time, there was a man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/29166/DSCF2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/200/448503/DSCF2209.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/376322/DSCF2210.jpg"&gt;He got married to a woman..&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/200/98184/DSCF2210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they had sex and had a family!&lt;br /&gt;The End. So lame hor? All the pics were drawn by me on the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/466138/DSCF2216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/920879/DSCF2216.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The imprint of my jeans on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/258921/DSCF2203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/706562/DSCF2203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random writings on the chair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/869051/DSCF2196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/395542/DSCF2196.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nameee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/29451/DSCF2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/941876/DSCF2206.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smiley facee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;We reached there SUPER SUPER early. Like.. 7 plus. !!!! So crazy..&lt;br /&gt;We slacked agn.. I took pics. YingYing and I went to the cd tt table and talked crap.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;LALALAAA.&lt;br /&gt;We had a revision of the song with Angie. I saw Hui Min! lol. so random.&lt;br /&gt;We went for the vocal percussion 101 with edmund. His percussion soo cool can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Ying Ying and I stayed in the auditorium. We thought tt the workshop on improvisation was held at the audi ma.. The other 3 went for a masterclass by TAS Youth Voices.&lt;br /&gt;End up we found out tt our class was held @ lvl 4. Rushed up.&lt;br /&gt;The workshop was based mostly on blues and jazz kind of music cos they usually use more improv. We had to listen to this blues-y 12 bar thing and improvise to the chords.&lt;br /&gt;We had to sing one by one. SOO scary la!! I was planning to sing something but when Trist pointed at me to sing, everything flew from my mind and I just sang. I think I did do quite well la. Sounded quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;After the lesson, Ying2 n I took a pic with Trist and Fletcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/369469/DSCF2268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/678846/DSCF2268.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAH. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;We took advanced vocal percussion with Jeff after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Then after tt, we had group rehearsals n performance. Then M-Pact performed a little for us. NICEEE. Then we took group pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/195693/DSCF2269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/598950/DSCF2269.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Marco(left), Brian (middle) and Fletcher (right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/892589/DSCF2319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/109660/DSCF2319.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who's that lucky guy over there? lol. It's.. JEFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/493471/DSCF2283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/53943/DSCF2283.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;random group pic 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/615317/DSCF2282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/370329/DSCF2282.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;random group pic 2 with ying ying's 'Y2' being SOO extra.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/242102/DSCF2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/605709/DSCF2322.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;random group pic no 3&lt;br /&gt;I bought the warm up cd and we said bye to the guys.. At the door, we saw Trist and Fletcher. I rushed there n asked them to pose agn. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/1600/373040/DSCF2323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/973/2927/320/479853/DSCF2323.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAH! SO gayy!! They're posing with the album that yingying n I bought. $25 whole buckaroos!&lt;br /&gt;We asked everyone to sign. Even those who weren't in it. SOO sad =(( Fletcher isn't in it. His voice is like so nice la. Mr Beeean. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I waited till I saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I didn't come..&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/23978957-8633005017522890946?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8633005017522890946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=8633005017522890946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8633005017522890946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8633005017522890946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-4873967488502304940</id><published>2006-11-15T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T06:15:47.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school at abt 9.30&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to leave before my dad woke up cos yesterday he went n showed me attitude. irritating.&lt;br /&gt;I left at 9am. Took 28. And saw Andrew on the bus. The sec.. 3 or 4.&lt;br /&gt;When I was approaching the sch gate, I thought I saw Mr Tony Tan. I rushed to tuck in my totally untucked-in shirt. Lol. End up it wasn't him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into school.. Tucked out my shirt agn. Acted a bit buay song to Mr Goh. Hahahh. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;THEN. I saw Mr Tan and Mr Ow talking at the detention tables. AHH!! Rushed to tuck in my shirt and pull off my earphones.&lt;br /&gt;Sat at the canteen then gangan came along. Lala.&lt;br /&gt;The rest came (except shukrie) and after a lot of delays, we went upstairs to the choir room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practised. I was like damn sian cos they asked me to get lost. Lol. My part was too easy tts y. But its DAMN HIGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I found mickey mouse hats. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/1600/DSCF2164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/200/DSCF2164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mickey mouse club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/1600/DSCF2165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/200/DSCF2165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ya. SOO random. I made them wear the hats. Them = Gangan, Wan Leng, Qiu Mei, Ying2, Mag.&lt;br /&gt;Even De Hong wore it for a short while. No one else saw except qiao feng. Cos i was slacking while the rest shoo-ed me off.&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus din wear. Humph.&lt;br /&gt;The "Bah da dah daa" is so damn high. high high high. My voice is gonna spoil.&lt;br /&gt;And Firdaus JUST can't get it right. lol. Nvm. Practise makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I had a bottle of 100 plus for lunch. Not hungry.. I 'ate' at about 4 plus. After the beat boxing lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Ying Ying and I were girls. The rest were: Yan Jie, Qiao Feng, Firdaus, De Hong, Benjamin, Benson, Alvin and Isaac. Isaac is like SOO pro.&lt;br /&gt;All the 'Pfft's and 'K's are HARD. I have NO IDEA how to blow a raspberry. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was fun. And we all confused him with the acapella groups. lol&lt;br /&gt;He tried to sing my part!! Falsetto. LOL. Funny sia.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. Benson + Alvin + Firdaus singing Gao Shan Qing = Spectacles cracking. SERIOUSLY. Its SOO bad. omg. benjamin was like next to me and the 3 of them were singing nearby and both of us burst out laughing. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Alvin and Benson. We took 28. Alvin refused to come upstairs so Benson and I came up alone. Bleh. Is Alvin scared of heights? lol.&lt;br /&gt;Talked a LOT of crap. hee. quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;We went to TM. Headed for Popular.&lt;br /&gt;Met a bunch of the malay girls.. Aisyah, Khaalisah, Sabrina, Nisa etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;Walking towards Popular and Benson was suggesting where he should buy a present for his bro.&lt;br /&gt;The he said,"Pretty in Tokyo.." and I was like laughing like mad. LOL. He din noe tt tts a neoprint shop. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Mei Shan, Carol and another girl. Asked if hes my bf. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Met Xin Hui. I'm not 100% sure of the spelling.. But this is how it sounds like anyway. Shes the Mezzo, S2 senior.  she aso asked if hes my bf. SOOOO not. puh lease. Just cos he's taller than me and is walking with me doesn't mean tt hes my bf. hes my JUNIOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lallaa. We spent SOOO much time at Popular. We both spent $9.95.&lt;br /&gt;Went home. SOOO sian now.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr gng to pri sch then.. gonna pull teeth out! I hope it isn't VERY bloody. I wanna take a pic of the tooth n put as my display pic. HAHA. im a sicko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GINSENG. yuck yuck yuck.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are so tired now. HAII. Life is soo tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-4873967488502304940?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/4873967488502304940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=4873967488502304940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/4873967488502304940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/4873967488502304940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-to-school-at-abt-9.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-8514367885521854798</id><published>2006-11-13T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T05:12:47.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOO. Now I remember.&lt;br /&gt;The guy I bumped into the other day.. looked EXACTLY like Garyn from the Melbourne Boys' Choir..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/1600/garyn%2C%20ced%20n%20baohui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/320/garyn%2C%20ced%20n%20baohui.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lala.&lt;br /&gt;This is a public request.. I hope Wei Yin reads it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;WEI YIN!! JOIN THE ACAPELLA GRP N REPLACE ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;I DUN WANNA B SOLOIST!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gangan. DON'T you dare laugh at me. If not I'll spit sweets at you again. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for the acapella camp. This Sat and Sun. 9am to 5pm. At Republic Poly.&lt;br /&gt;Which is damn bloody far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this wed.. Acapella prac. OH SHIT!! MAGGIE!! We have to photocopy the scores!! Cos only got 2 scores. The prac is most probably in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;Cos Shukrie, Firdaus and I are gng for the beat boxing workshop. YAY! Conducted by Isaac. Maybe I can be as pro as him.. LOL. Wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know how to hook up internet onto a laptop, PLEASE PLEASE tell me. I'm dying. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD I have choir to distract me during this hol.. If nt i'd rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Tmr gng to school for debate camp screening. Wth. I dun wanna go camp liao la. So ex and must still go through screening.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna pull my tooth on thrursday! Can't wait!! My stoopid sis is gng with me. eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO. Today choir was like damn weird. I AM A HORRIBLE SECTIONAL LEADER.&lt;br /&gt;Someone kill me. I'm gonna lead Mezzo into hell. Ms Lye is gonna slaughter us every week.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT YEAR when all the seniors are gone.. Alto 1 and Mezzo is gonna crash and burn. And Jana said tt she can't reach the note.. Wanna ask Ms Lye if she can go to alto. AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Mezzo's kept singing wrongly and Ms Lye didn't notice!! And whenever she scold mezzo, I felt like she was scolding me cos I'm the sectional leader. AHHH. Can't take it. Everytime she scold us.. I pointed middle finger. LOL. JK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the bus.. Sengie was like touching me here there everywhere. HAHAHA. She had a taste of my sa jiao-ing. WOOT. so fun sia. And I totally embarassed myself in front of my junior in the bus!! ai yah. im used to it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and cooked tom yam!! Opened a bottle of seltzer. Lala. And I found a Gameboy advance emulator!!! YAY! Can play games there again. LLAALAAA. And I gained a level in o2 jam. HAHA. tyco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-8514367885521854798?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8514367885521854798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=8514367885521854798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8514367885521854798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8514367885521854798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/ooo.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-8156296345009392641</id><published>2006-11-11T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:48:44.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bye 2e7 2006.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I felt kinda sad that I'd be separated from 1e3.&lt;br /&gt;When Ms Ho made us sit in a circle to play her ice-breaking games, I thought it was soo stupid, embarassing and pointless.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing each unfamilliar face around the circle only served to elevate the sense of lonliness.&lt;br /&gt;My only consolation was that I knew a few people in the class.&lt;br /&gt;My former classmates: Tiffany, Xin Yi, Aziz, Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;Tiff and Zara's friend: Corrina&lt;br /&gt;And my choir friend: Maggie&lt;br /&gt;The rest of them.. I didn't really know them.&lt;br /&gt;My thick-skinned-ness kicked in. I introduced myself and started acting dumb - as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first seating group was made up of Xue Wei, Chuan Kai and Fadli.&lt;br /&gt;Xue Wei was talking to all of us cos I didn't know any of them while she was in the same class as them the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I remembered most about this group, was our History lessons. We crapped away while doing the mindmaps and stuff on majong paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I moved to the next group - Xin Yi, George(Qing Tao), Faruq and I.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that this group was quite sian. I talked more to Faruq cos he could only speak English to me.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time when I was talking to George, I had to use Mandarin. I suck at it! So, I just didn't talk to him much. It was mostly Xin Yi talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;Both guys were like blind bats. lol. They both requested to change seats cos they couldn't &lt;s&gt;resist our feminine wiles&lt;/s&gt; see properly. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Wei Zhou and Jia Hao came along.&lt;br /&gt;They were two of the tallest guys in class. Standing in between them, I felt like a DWARF.&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yi felt alienated seated with Wei Zhou cos he never talked to her so my group switched around places.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, our group was seated like this:&lt;br /&gt;Wei Zhou, Jia Hao, Me, Xin Yi.&lt;br /&gt;This group was fun. Only bad thing - Everytime our group was given a maths quiz, chances are, I'd be the only one in my group getting less than full marks. bleh. They were bullying me.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I had my &lt;s&gt;(not-so secret)&lt;/s&gt; secret weapon. My... mouth!!&lt;br /&gt;I could talk and sing endlessly, causing my group to get irritated. HA!&lt;br /&gt;Tit for tat. Who asked you guys to bully me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hao was funny. He kept saying 'kan ni' and doing the guan yin ma hand pose. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yi tortured me by drilling her finger into my side. DAMN it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I had some &lt;s&gt;gratification&lt;/s&gt; bad feeling about seeing Xin Yi and Elaine exchange bad words and venomous glares at each other at irregular intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;DAMN it was fun!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Zhou seemed very quiet but once he was in my group then I thought otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala. This group was the 'funnest'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the 2 sisters. Ms Teo and Mrs Ng.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Teo was a pretty and good maths teacher.&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of us all insisted that she and Wan Leng looked alike and even forced them to take a bunch of pictures together before her attachment was over.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ng was bubbly, fun and loved to share anecdotes of her university life.&lt;br /&gt;Our history lessons were fun and it didn't hurt that she &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;liked to pick on one of the girls I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; She acted like a mother to us, doling out advice on everything under the sun, from school work to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, a bunch of us girls had established ourselves as a group called the "7 Heavenly Sisters" (?) aka 'qi xian nu'.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Tiff, Corr, Mag, Wan Leng, Xue Wei and Xin Yi.&lt;br /&gt;Made up of 3 CCAs. Choir (Me, Mag, Wan leng), Netball (Tiff and Corr) and CO (Xue Wei and Xin Yi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember the first class gathering at Zhan Wei's house.&lt;br /&gt;There, we played captain's ball (which was especially memorable for me. dun tell you why. =D ), tennis, dai di and barbequed the night away..&lt;br /&gt;We listened to Ms Ho's (not) scary story and barbequed marshmellows. Actually, it was mostly Wei Zhou and Yong Xiang doing the barbequeing of marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;Both 'chefs'  marshmellows turned out que marvellous! Delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second gathering, this time at Ms Chia's house, turned out slightly disappointing - but I've come to expect this from my class.&lt;br /&gt;It was held right after the Student Leader's camp, which many of us attended.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, it sucked. Except for the 2nd day and the last bit.&lt;br /&gt;The barbeque was ok I guess. Hanging around there was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;I liked that we were able to dip our legs into the water and sit by the poolside.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the marshmellow roasting as usual. Nicenice. mm.&lt;br /&gt;The attempt I made at playing tennis was successful!! =)&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that spoilt it was.. captain's ball, or should I say.. LACK of captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;MEAN GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;The walk home was kind of freaky.. with dingdong going mental on me. lol. jk.&lt;br /&gt;"I can feel the darkness overwhelming me." er. HAHAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember my art group. Syafi'ie, Yong Xiang, Xue Wei, Me, Wan Leng and Chuan Kai.&lt;br /&gt;Ours was the crappiest, noisiest and most fun group - partially because of my tendency to talk and sing. =))&lt;br /&gt;Ms Sim never managed to notice that Wan Leng and I were sitting side by side even though it was supposed to be a boy-girl-boy-girl seating arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;(Actually, everytime she came to my group, I tried to distract her by crapping with her a bit. woops. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;I remember grabbing Wan Leng and asking Jaron if he was jealous. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun times I've gone through are, sadly, comparable to the sad times.&lt;br /&gt;HA! I bet NO ONE has been able to guess what my other blog address is.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad. You won't be receiving it anytime soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're too many fun things that happened throughout the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;But. With happy things, come sad things too.&lt;br /&gt;Right before my eyes, several friendships fell apart. Close friendships which involved much laughter and joy.&lt;br /&gt;A girl who seemed like great fun, turned out unreasonable and over sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;A boy who seemed like he was very nice, turned out selfish and unfeeling.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye 2e7 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another summer day has come and gone away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-8156296345009392641?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8156296345009392641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=8156296345009392641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8156296345009392641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8156296345009392641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/bye-2e7-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-2482884917224801920</id><published>2006-11-09T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:04:17.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally cooled down enough to blog about the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;Wed was the gathering. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Met gangan first. SO shocking. She was early. Earlier than me! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 girls and 4 guys.&lt;br /&gt;Me, gangan, mag, min hui, xue wei, wan leng, xin yi and wee ting.&lt;br /&gt;Leslie, garret, wei zhou and yong xiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played arcade awhile before going in for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Grudge 2.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was.. noisy. Seriously, it wasn't that scary.&lt;br /&gt;The screaming of people, especially a certain group who was sitting next to gangan and i. ahem. guess who.&lt;br /&gt;Those girls.. screamed too loudly. Gangan and i moved down one row.&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked right and saw.. Wee Ting's foot on the arm rest....&lt;br /&gt;EW,I shall never put my arm on the arm rest ever agn. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to eat at CS the 3rd lvl food court.&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl went home : Wan Leng, Xin Yi and gangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate ban mian but.. the noodles nt v nice so i just ate a bit only.&lt;br /&gt;After tt, went to arcade awhile then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines MRT to meet gangan.&lt;br /&gt;She was abt FIFTEEN mins late.&lt;br /&gt;Before that I met sabrina n zazilah all decked out in their traditional clothes. so weird.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I couldn't recognise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, when gangan arrived, she kept apologising.&lt;br /&gt;Not angry lah.&lt;br /&gt;Reached there and waited for garret.&lt;br /&gt;He JUST wonke up when we called him. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Went upstairs first.. Did finish one bag before garret arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Gangan did sth embarassing! When opening the door for garret, she was so blur and kept holding on to the button and garret couldnt come in! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I bought from long john's, gangan bought from macs and garret bought from kfc.&lt;br /&gt;all 3 of us bought sth frm ntuc too. =) lol. all copy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garret told us how he's been coming in. He kicks the door and when someone comes to check, he'll b let in. -.-''' what the..&lt;br /&gt;We joked around a lot.. may upload some pics.. if I dont feel too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;They piled cranes around my head n took a pic. lol. so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garret forgot to take his medicine..&lt;br /&gt;He wore a jacket and thought that he was Bruce Lee. He started to do some really REALLY funny and weird actions.&lt;br /&gt;He started to fake fight me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I played a long with him and pretended to knee him. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found EIGHT cuteeee tiny cranes. HEE. When garret found a few, I acted pitiful then he gave them to me. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;So fun sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end.. lol. dun blog abt tt ba. gangan, sry la!! just jk only. our acting gd hor. =D&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/23978957-2482884917224801920?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/2482884917224801920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=2482884917224801920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/2482884917224801920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/2482884917224801920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-cooled-down-enough-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-2156140844573966474</id><published>2006-11-08T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T04:44:38.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day sort of sucked for me.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-2156140844573966474?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/2156140844573966474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=2156140844573966474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/2156140844573966474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/2156140844573966474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-sort-of-sucked-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-4835671884926350257</id><published>2006-11-07T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T05:51:38.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning went to 'jog' at Bedok Reservoir with Tiff.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was late and that Tiff would be pissed off. Turned out... SHE was later than me!!&lt;br /&gt;We slacked. After finishing one round, we waited for the see saw to be available.&lt;br /&gt;Sat the see saw. Bounced until so damn high!! Got the no stomach kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Those toot ncc boys. Look at them then they look away. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Sat the swings then after vehhhhh long time, decided to go NTUC there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala. After that, when I reached home, I bathed and almost immediately left the house.&lt;br /&gt;Took MRT there. The stoopid guy next to me was like, sitting on HALF my seat. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I elbowed him in the side cos he was taking up too much space. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sing Post. The place.. very weird. It was the first time I went there ALL by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Yvfynn was out, Firdaus wasnt there and Alvin wasn't there either. Bleh. So malu.&lt;br /&gt;So... I decided to go eat first. Went to the food court. I walked pass all the stalls about FOUR times.&lt;br /&gt;All the stall owners must've gotten SOO pissed off. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;Finally decided on ban mian. Bought then bought a drink and.. sat down with my book to read while eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back up. Used the meeting room - BY MYSELF. So sian.&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of things happen.&lt;br /&gt;"Due to limited time, I am unable to provide you with the full amount of information."&lt;br /&gt;Wah. sound so pro. HAHAH. Bhb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yi, Maggie, Xue Wei and I went into the volunteer lounge after the 'meeting'.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin was using his comp. We all started making fun of him..&lt;br /&gt;"Why you so angry?!" HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Then when his boss was in the room, I (jokingly) said," I want to speak to your manager!" HAHA. Cos he was 'abusing' us. Woo. So fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Hana Yori Dango and chatted. HEE. All those ppl I talked to, (er. i forgot what I wanted to write here. woops. heee.)&lt;br /&gt;SOOO pai seh today.. Alvin offered us the kind of tablet you put in water and it will start fizzing.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said," Date rape!" -.-&lt;br /&gt;I STUPIDLY went to say," You cannot rape the willing." Cos i heard that line somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Then he was all,"HAHHA! You mean that you're willing to have sex la!" URGHHHH. PAI SEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then he kept laughing. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Drank cocoa. lala. stupid garret put his cup at the wrong place. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The liquid started to come out and he still dumbly stood there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I scream at him then he realised then he put the cup at the right place b4 all the cocoa was wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garret and I were supposed to go off at 5. Ended up leaving at abt 5.30. -.-&lt;br /&gt;We went to cavana for the guy to buy his dinner.. I insisted on taking 28 at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;We din noe which side to take from.. Ended up taking MRT. lol. Stupid garret tried to see my ez link card pic. idiot!! so fake lor. wanna see the date. YEAH RIGHT. LOSER!! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took mrt. Garret kept calling me grandma!! The lady next to me kept looking at us. lol.  felt like diao-ing her just for fun. He dropped and I stood at the middle of the carriages, folding cranes.&lt;br /&gt;Walked home. LALALALAAAA. Feel high.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr playing bb then gng to watch movieeee. Yay. byebye. gtg liao. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-4835671884926350257?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/4835671884926350257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=4835671884926350257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/4835671884926350257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/4835671884926350257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-morning-went-to-jog-at-bedok.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-1829735046514783649</id><published>2006-11-04T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T19:21:32.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3e6 has:&lt;br /&gt;Me, Tiff, Brenda, Geraldine, Devina, Hui Fang, Sengie, Mei Shan, Nicholas, Khairul, Zhao Xuan, Galindo, Wen Bin, Carol, who else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-1829735046514783649?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1829735046514783649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=1829735046514783649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1829735046514783649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1829735046514783649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/3e6-has-me-tiff-brenda-geraldine-devina.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-4046759632225008445</id><published>2006-11-04T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T17:54:37.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHOULD I??&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn bloody confused now.&lt;br /&gt;Should I just damn my parents to hell and go along with what&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;want?&lt;br /&gt;I want to drop bio.&lt;br /&gt;I want to appeal for 3e7 or 3e5.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm stuck in the class where.. I feel that I won't be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;1. Appeal for 3e7&lt;br /&gt;2. Appeal for 3e5&lt;br /&gt;3. Stay with 3e6 and await my death and depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-4046759632225008445?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/4046759632225008445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=4046759632225008445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/4046759632225008445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/4046759632225008445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/should-i-im-damn-bloody-confused-now.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-8690781306634828450</id><published>2006-11-03T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T05:38:47.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, on thurs, I arranged to meet Tiff.&lt;br /&gt;At first, we wanted to go bowling. Called up some guys but they all were like unsure whether they wanted to go.. So we cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;Arranged to meet @ Bedok MRT PLATFORM!!!&lt;br /&gt;Both tiff n I waited for nearly ONE hour. Tiff waited at the bus interchange while I waited at the MRT platform. lol. Like broken telephone liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, by chance, we met each other.&lt;br /&gt;Took MRT to Bugis. Walk and walk.. wanted to take neos. we played scissors paper stone. I won so we were supposed to go n take. end up ... we din take. LOL. so lame.&lt;br /&gt;I ate mcflurry and tiff drank drink. then we walk somemore. abt 6 plus or 5 plus, we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;, i woke up late!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Choir start @ 9 n i woke up @ 8.30. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Rush like mad. I was late for 15 mins only.&lt;br /&gt;Practice was ok la. When wei yin was supposed to test wan leng and I, so fun! She duno how to play the whole thing then we keep crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prac, Mrs chua was talking. talk n talk n talk. for nearly ONE hour!! I arranged to meet tiff n corr @ abt 12. we were released at about 1 lor.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat @ KFC. treated lor.&lt;br /&gt;bought 3 piece chicken - all crispy, no wing or drumstick.&lt;br /&gt;3 drinks - one pepsi, one mountain dew and one root beer.&lt;br /&gt;coleslaw and mashed potato change to fries. lol. the girl taking my order v poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met xinyi, wanleng n xuewei there. we switched seats to sit w/ them.&lt;br /&gt;We went to sing post to do the volunteering. Me, Tiff, Corr n Xue Wei.&lt;br /&gt;So fun!! we took mannnyyyy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;I used the comp while folding.&lt;br /&gt;lol. Tiff and Corr started scolding someone who added me on msn. those bogus cheena ppl who anyhow add de.&lt;br /&gt; lol. damn funny. said stuff like:&lt;br /&gt; tonight at 11 pm u look out of your window&lt;br /&gt; you will see someone you know with his/her head chopped off&lt;br /&gt; i know where you live&lt;br /&gt; you better be careful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHAHA. damn funny lah.&lt;br /&gt; We drank sosooo much. Cocoa, ice lemon tea and coke. too bad no green tea - liquid spermicides? LOL.&lt;br /&gt; We tmr aso gng! YAY! They say tt firdaus aso gng tmr. YAY! cant wait.&lt;br /&gt; Just now xue wei n i walked home together. joking n laughing. lalala. so fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-8690781306634828450?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8690781306634828450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=8690781306634828450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8690781306634828450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8690781306634828450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-on-thurs-i-arranged-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-9074911073256735218</id><published>2006-11-02T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T05:05:05.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHHHH. I wrote a longlong post. I saved it as a draft. The damn thing is GONE!!! ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. try and cool down. AHHHHH!!!!!!!! =(((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't cool down. just try and blog AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We assembled in school. Bleh. Maggie and Gangan came so late.&lt;br /&gt;We sat at the MPH and were assigned into grps.&lt;br /&gt;Altogether, there were 10 groups. I was in group 1.&lt;br /&gt;My group members were:&lt;br /&gt;Me :), Sabrina, Bao Shan, Audrey, Liestina, Burhan, Yu Xiang and Luqman(leader).&lt;br /&gt;My group's SLs were Hup Song and Shi Han.&lt;br /&gt;We played some games. Very lame.&lt;br /&gt;When my group combined with Wee Ting's group, it was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;We played wacko and Sabrina, Wee Ting and Shazlin kept getting whacked. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we had to come up with team names and cheers.&lt;br /&gt;Team name: Team Gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/1600/team%20gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/400/team%20gay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team cheer:&lt;br /&gt;All right, we sweet&lt;br /&gt;We got the team, we can't be beat&lt;br /&gt;We're the best, our team's too cool&lt;br /&gt;We got the class to rock this school&lt;br /&gt;Awww yeah!&lt;br /&gt;De de de de de&lt;br /&gt;TEAM GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. this cheer is from bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;When I said the cheer, Luqman and Burhan were like "What language were you speaking just now?" LOL. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had a public speaking workshop.&lt;br /&gt;This guy who wrote 'Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus' was speaking - on a tape.&lt;br /&gt;It was something about dating la. Then I remember he was saying something about "Men focus on sex while women focus on love." lol.&lt;br /&gt;We had to break up and 2 by 2, the groups went out. My group + Garret's group went into a classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Yu Xiang had to start speaking first.&lt;br /&gt;"I think... I will talk about my CCA..... It is volleyball.... I like it because..... It is very fun...." etc. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;When it was the girls' turn, we all just skipped. lol. Then i said:" Okay.. Now it's Garret's turn!" LOL. then everyone started clapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we kena scolded by Ng. Idiot lah.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we played games.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. My group came in.. last. HAHA. BUT!!!! they cheated lor. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to get 1070 points. In the end, they didn't write correctly and we received 690 points instead. SOO guo fen. My group was pissed off man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we had to assemble a skateboard. We could use the points that we received to purchase the parts needed.&lt;br /&gt;After buying the wheels and the board, we were left with 90 points. WTH!!&lt;br /&gt;In the end.. Justin's group donated their board to us. Heh. Against the rules but.. who cares?&lt;br /&gt;We completed before dingdong's group!! And they arrived there before us. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried out the tents for camping at the ECP. My group's tent was a SIX MAN TENT! WOO. for 5 girls leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Mr Halim and Ng punished us because we had ' no sense of urgency'. Fuck your sense of urgency lah. Seriously, NO ONE was expecting physical training. No food? we can deal. Pumping? go to hell man.&lt;br /&gt;Yu Xiang was next to me during the thing and he hurt his knee during the water bomb games.&lt;br /&gt;His breathing was very labored. Very scared that he might collapse. He couldn't even rest his knee on the rocky ground. Those teachers are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ASSHOLES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to bathe in the toilets. I was second! =)) I got the toilet with the shower head. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept. woke. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sentosa amazing race!!! FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Our map ended up like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/1600/broken%20map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/400/broken%20map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group pic at the beach tram stop where we were making the kite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/1600/team%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/400/team%2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the spaz merlion. its TOTALLY deformed man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/1600/merlion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/400/merlion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was fun! Maybe I won't be too lazy to blog about it another day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we reached ECP and pitched tents. After bathing, Sab and I bought root beers and had a burping contest. HAHAHAHA. mature hor?&lt;br /&gt;THEN. we kena caught by Ng.&lt;br /&gt;End up we din get scolded. Went to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;I used everyone's bags as pillows. The next day my whole body was SORE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Supposed to have beach games. we had to run around. Phyical training part 2.&lt;br /&gt;Pumping position. then sit up position with legs up 45 degrees. then pumping position agn.&lt;br /&gt;!#$%^&lt;br /&gt;After that, each team of 4 had to builda castle 1m high in 45 min.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise! no one suceeded.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had beach games. Audrey, Wee Ting and I din go in. We waited on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was quite fun lah. We could slack after that. A whole bunch of sec 2 girls sat at the bench near the bbq pit gossiping after the games. We all started using the rubber bands to whack each other. =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we were supposed to have the one on one with our SL. Very lame lah. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then Ms Lim wanted to collect the scissors, chapteh and skipping rope. Guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;Yu Xiang misplaced the bag with the scissors and chapteh so we have to replace lor.&lt;br /&gt;When we were back in school, Mr Halim and Ng wanted to collect tents.&lt;br /&gt;They come n act angry at me sia. =P bleh. Finally when they found the tent, they din apologise.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers these days ah.. so rude!&lt;br /&gt;We got our SL tees. The previous batch's shirt was LOADS nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the camp, a whole bunch of us chiong-ed for the train. SEVEN people thundering up the elevator. lol. damn buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, bathed, drank some juice tt my mum made with the juicer, then chiong-ed out to meet dingdong.&lt;br /&gt;He ah.. late!! We missed TWO buses. We waited for the bus v long.. dingdong 'prayed' then the bus came. -.- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Met gangan@ the MRT. Chiong-ed for the train AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We met Garret, Min Hui and Chuan Kai at Tanah Merah. Took 2 there. LALAAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The gathering was quite fun la. I was sitting by the pool with my legs in the pool..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, tiff dipped her hands into the water and....&lt;br /&gt;PATTED HER FACE WITH THE WATER THAT WAS TOUCHING MY FEET. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tiff and I went to play tennis. lol. quite fun la.. i got the hang of tennis and i did quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;We went home at 10 plus cos the lights went out everywhere. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Walked home with a whole bunch of ppl. They all went to take the MRT @ simei except for me n dingdong.&lt;br /&gt;We were walking home and he was all :" I can feel the darkness overwhelming me.." LOL. scary sia. 11 plus at night on a dark road and he start talking rubbish. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I reached home 11 plus.. went to sleep @ 12 plus and woke up at 12.20. abt TWELVE HOURS OF SLEEP. piggy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-9074911073256735218?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/9074911073256735218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=9074911073256735218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/9074911073256735218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/9074911073256735218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/11/arghhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-3674201795950262880</id><published>2006-10-27T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T05:52:49.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up quite early today and used the comp awhile before leaving the house.&lt;br /&gt;I took the MRT and met my dad at the platform. I think he was going to the airport or something..&lt;br /&gt;He dropped at Tanah Merah and an old man came to sit next to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my book and he kept looking over at the book. So irritating. Old people doesn't mean can KPO hor.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped at Paya Lebar and waited at the control station there.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Maggie, Xin Yi and Wan Leng. They took the same train as me.&lt;br /&gt;We waited for quite some time. A guy asked us which direction he should walk to go to the Spore Post Centre. Maggie pointed him in the wrong direction!!&lt;br /&gt;When she realised, we tried to search for the guy but he disappeared already. uh oh..&lt;br /&gt;A woman asked me for some help to buy an ez link card but the office was closed so I told her to ask the control station.&lt;br /&gt;Wah. We arranged to meet to do charity and we started helping people before we even met Alvin! =))&lt;br /&gt;Next, Tiff and Corr arrived. Then after some time, Xue Wei came too.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin was the latest, arriving at about 10.40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought us the the SE CDC place. Niceee.&lt;br /&gt;Xue Wei jumped onto the sofa first! lol.&lt;br /&gt;We had to sign in. After that, Alvin brought us into the volunteer lounge.&lt;br /&gt;He acted like our maid. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am, what would you like? Mineral water, coffee or chocolate?" HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Us 'Qi Xian Nu' bullied him a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie, Xin Yi, Wan Leng and Xue Wei switched names. HAHAA. And Alvin and Yvlynn BELIEVED!! The other woman.. I didn't catch her name and she didn't come talk to me, so I won't mention her.&lt;br /&gt;They talked to us about some stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? FIRDAUS IS A VOLUNTEER THERE TOO! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Cool man!&lt;br /&gt;We went into the office to see the cranes. WHOA. Manymany bags of cranes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back into the lounge and used the comp.&lt;br /&gt;I watched some videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My sister got a groom; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got my own room;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I drank a cup of cocoa that my lao po helped me make. =)) Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;Wan Leng spammed my blog a bit so.. I spammed back. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;After Alvin got the minibus, we all squished in. Lol. There were bags of cranes in between our HEADS.&lt;br /&gt;And Tiffany kept doing the spastic sound so I "wah PEH-ed" in reply. =D&lt;br /&gt;We took the minibus to the girls' home. Xue Wei had to leave at about 12 so we went to the home w/o her.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the girls' home. We had a tour of the place and then we left to go eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan ton and chicken rice at the coffee shop opposite east shore hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin gave Tiff and I FOUR wan tons each while he gave Corr only 3 cos there weren't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He ate SOO much rice lor. He finished his rice and took abt 3/5 of my rice and some of Yvlynn's rice too. Rice barrel!!&lt;br /&gt;The meal was fun. Alvin commented on why we 3 kept 'touching' each other. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;We were tickling each other ma. HAHA. Wanted to try tickling him but he was giving out wan ton so we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin's laugh damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;During the meal, the 3 of us + Alvin and Yvlynn all chatted. Quite fun. I put my bag behind me because.. ahem. lol.&lt;br /&gt;The other table with Xin Yi, Mag and WanLeng was quite quiet. HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the minibus back and went to the cranes room, took a few bags of cranes and went into the opposite room to sort out the cranes.&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the sofa sorting out my own bag while the other 5 of them did the bag together.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I think we sorted out more than 6 bags of cranes.&lt;br /&gt;We were all talking and stuff. They said I was a loner just cos I did my own bag. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;We called Mario - male version of Maria (Alvin) to buy some stuff for us.&lt;br /&gt;He came back with Strepsils for XY's sore throat, keropok, crackers, Lays, green tea and mineral water.&lt;br /&gt;I hogged the keropok! lol.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno who said I looked like I was in those kind of 'huang xi'. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I drank the green tea, I said,"DIE sperms!!" Or something like that. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Because: Green tea kills sperms. Take note, all guys who want to have their own kids. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;Yesyes Tiff, I know. It's not SCIENTIFI-CLY proven. lol.&lt;br /&gt;We finally were done at about 6.07. At the last part, we all chiong-ed and finished about 1 and a half bags. =))&lt;br /&gt;You people kept throwing into the 'censored' area. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the minibus. They dropped Tiff, Corr and I close to a 15 bus stop. Took 15 home.&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the bus. lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;The guy next to me so act cool lor. After Corr and Tiff dropped, he put his legs up and went to sleep. -.-&lt;br /&gt;LALALA. Today was such a nice and fun day.&lt;br /&gt;Feel very happy now. =))))&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Monday!!!&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to start learning the acapella song on the keyboard. LALALAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;XIAO XUAN HAD AGREED TO JOIN US!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-3674201795950262880?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3674201795950262880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=3674201795950262880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3674201795950262880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3674201795950262880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/10/woke-up-quite-early-today-and-used-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-3870401529098765132</id><published>2006-10-26T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T06:20:51.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning there was the cca ceremony. So sian. Only clapped at the choir part. hee.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class. I played dai di with Zhan Wei, Jia Hao and James. lol. Jia Hao damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;After some time, we had to stop and Ms Ho made us clean up the class.&lt;br /&gt;After clearing up, I went to play dai di with Tiffany, Corrina and Min Hui.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lim gave the counsellors the student leaders form.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I got too! So cool man!&lt;br /&gt;We were dismissed at 9.45.&lt;br /&gt;So early sia.. Went to the canteen and played MORE dai di and cheat with Brenda, Zara, Tiff n Corr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the stoopid ghost thingy, we went to TM.&lt;br /&gt;Took neos. lol. All so stoopid one. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around CS n TM.&lt;br /&gt;Met Maggie, WL, XY n XW while we were sitting at the sofa. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auntie selling the chocs gave us some samples then ask us to buy lor.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. In the end, we just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around CS n went to call dingdong.&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go play bb.&lt;br /&gt;He told me tt he's at home watching a movie w/ Garret, Min San and Kok Peng.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Corrina! The zombie thingy. lol. Spaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged Tiff.. literally. lol. hope u dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corr n I waited but they din come. Zi lian-ed a bit and took a few pics. lol..&lt;br /&gt;End up we went to kfc. I bought a root beer n we sat there.&lt;br /&gt;Sms-ed dingdong. End up they were actually playing.&lt;br /&gt;Corr n I walked there. So zun, it started to rain. Idiot!&lt;br /&gt;Stood there n 'violated the guys' privacy' by taking pics of them.&lt;br /&gt;Garret kept doing the zombie thingy and he also acted angry. So qian bian!!&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Kfc. The 4 of them ate while I... sat there and tried to spoil their appetites. HEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORR!! You and Kok Peng seriously looked like a couple at the traffic light. DAMN FUNNY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-3870401529098765132?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/3870401529098765132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=3870401529098765132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3870401529098765132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/3870401529098765132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-morning-there-was-cca-ceremony.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-310126962721195473</id><published>2006-10-25T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T06:00:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid surprise.  We had to do a damn test while the rest of the class slacked. wth la.&lt;br /&gt;Horrible maths and science test. no offence to chuan kai but i think tt his sis is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;like, I was talking. wanna scold just tell me straight la. still come n hint. lowdown.&lt;br /&gt;yongxiang is a cheatood la! (CHEATOOD = CHEATER. =) )&lt;br /&gt;during the test he.. sort of cheated. lol. cheatood!!&lt;br /&gt;and that dingdong. lamer sia.&lt;br /&gt;anyway after the bloody long test which they insisted was a SURVEY, (right),   went for recess.&lt;br /&gt;the min san thing. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class. played some dai di b4 gng to the comp lab to choose subject combi.&lt;br /&gt;was in a dilemma. ended up choosing geog. argh. scared tt i will regret. =((&lt;br /&gt;went out of sch.&lt;br /&gt;ate @ macs and folded the cranes there.&lt;br /&gt;walked around. went to library.&lt;br /&gt;did the sci centre crappy stuff..&lt;br /&gt;went upstairs and got a seat&lt;br /&gt;Corr n Tiff went down to get books&lt;br /&gt;"Short while only!"  It took more than half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;a mad malay guy came and sat @ the seat next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;bloody baboon.&lt;br /&gt;asshole. he was like making faces at me. he looked at least EIGHTEEN. wow. REAL mature.&lt;br /&gt;went down for a milkshake. went home. took a nice n empty 17.&lt;br /&gt;dinner was TOO much.. i threw away a lot. woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told HIM that id b going to do charity work on fri. he forbade me. whatever. im still going.&lt;br /&gt;HEARTLESS ASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-310126962721195473?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/310126962721195473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=310126962721195473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/310126962721195473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/310126962721195473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/10/stupid-surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-2333997286575691072</id><published>2006-10-23T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:05:03.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Sunday, I met Melissa at TM to go her house to play bb.&lt;br /&gt;She changed the meeting time w/o telling me!! !@#$%^&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was late.. So no diff. lol&lt;br /&gt;Her friend, Tai Tiang came after some time..&lt;br /&gt;We went to the interchange to meet another one of her friends called Si Tian.&lt;br /&gt;She bought food and we took 65 to the bb court.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, the other guy, Kun Long was there.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa and Si Tian went across the road to buy food while I stayed w/ the guys and played ABC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they came back we were still playing..&lt;br /&gt;Sian lor. The 2 girls just stood there during the match and did practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Later Melissa come and scold me. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about.. 12 plus, we went to Melissa's house.&lt;br /&gt;Used the comp. Watched some videos.. and messed up her room. lol.&lt;br /&gt;They kept taking pics of the guys' butts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off at about 2.40 (or was it 3.40? )&lt;br /&gt;Took 65 to tampines Interchange. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the day went walking around TM n the library. borrowed SEVEN bloody heavy books.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to read! =))&lt;br /&gt;Her mum made sandwiches for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-2333997286575691072?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/2333997286575691072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=2333997286575691072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/2333997286575691072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/2333997286575691072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-sunday-i-met-melissa-at-tm-to-go-her.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-4499808013531199140</id><published>2006-10-21T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T03:06:25.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was feeling bored so just did some random stuff to the pic. lol. Borrowed Melissa's design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/1600/informal%202e72006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/400/informal%202e72006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-4499808013531199140?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/4499808013531199140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=4499808013531199140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/4499808013531199140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/4499808013531199140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-feeling-bored-so-just-did-some.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-7883926454600566500</id><published>2006-10-21T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T03:01:05.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had choir.. I couldn't find ALL my scores.. Maybe it's cos I only started looking 5 minutes before leaving the house. hee.&lt;br /&gt;They had a very very very very very very very sad announcement...&lt;br /&gt;We're not going to Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO SAD!!!!! =(((((((((&lt;br /&gt;I was really REALLY looking forward to it.. I was hoping that it'd be as fun as last year's KL trip.&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH* And what's more, Mrs Chua gave us a HUGE lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Choir was supposed to end @ 12. But because of the lecture, it ended at 12.4o. Yes. FORTY minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet Tiff, Corr n Melissa at TM at 12.45. I had only FIVE minutes to reach TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the end I was late. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the toilet to change. After changing, we went to the food court for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we were standing at the railing and we met Brenda and Zara.. Crapped awhile.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the arcade and played Bishi Bashi. NICENICE. Long time din play liao..&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to Popular cos Melissa requested it. After about TEN seconds she said," Okay. Can go liao." ERR??!!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;She just wanted me to see those pics of Yul. URGHHHH. *pulls hair out in agony*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Toys R Us and played with the toys and stuff.. After that, we went into Mini Toons.&lt;br /&gt;Corrina and I were forcing laughter. Damn funny. Then when the music in the shop stop and it was quite quiet, we still continued to laugh and all the people in the shop could hear us. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;We bought sweets from Mini Toons. I bought the teeth candy and put it on my teeth. HAHAH. Like dentures or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to NTUC cos Tiff n Corr were thirsty. They were rushing INSANELY cos.. they were supposed to be in school already, waiting for the bus to go to some puppet show. Sian ji pua. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa n I took some free sample of brownie+ ice cream. yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited in the queue to pay for the water while T&amp;C &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Tiff and Corr. I'm LAZY!) &lt;/span&gt;went to the toilets to change into school U. After standing around for some time, we went to the toilets to look for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;M&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Melissa and Me - Melissa. HAHA. lame.)&lt;/span&gt; went to Old Chang Kee where M bought squid thingy. After that, we went to BILLY BOMBER'S!! I LURVE that restaurant. It's SO reminscent of the olden days.. All the oldies playing and the comfy booths..&lt;br /&gt;We shared a chocolate milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Something VERY cool happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress who served MELISSA and MELISSA was called MELISSA Chen.&lt;br /&gt;Then while we were talking, MELISSA told MELISSA that the family behind us was talking about a girl called MELISSA.&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;Creepy or what?&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to take neos. lol. Damn stoopid. All same poses and nv change background.&lt;br /&gt;THEN. A horrible thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;When we JUST started to decorate, Melissa clicked some button that ended the decorating time. All we could do was choose how many neos we wanted..&lt;br /&gt;We went to Old Chang Kee after that cos Melissa wanted to buy another squid. Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;LALA. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-7883926454600566500?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/7883926454600566500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=7883926454600566500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/7883926454600566500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/7883926454600566500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-i-had-choir.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-1540767028090663538</id><published>2006-10-18T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:14:37.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school today.. We were gonna have this leadership training thing.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the choir room.&lt;br /&gt;Ying Ying and Benny put up some ugly posters!! But I liked the PRSS Chorale thingy.&lt;br /&gt;We were divided into groups.. I was in group 1 with Maggie, Jaron, James, Vui Chee, Elaine, Jocelyn and.. some other people.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we all switched around so I ended up in group 3 with Corrina, Chewy, Dingdong, Jia Wee, Glen, Glenn, Fadli and Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down for a 'tea break'. The food was.. ok I suppose.. But not very nice. The curry puff pastry was.. undercooked.&lt;br /&gt;We took a nice bus to Little India. Started playing the game after they gave us $4, a file of clues and a puzzle as the first checkpoint.&lt;br /&gt;We completed the super easy puzzle. It was stoopid lah. Make until so easy. They might as well just given us the pic right? Just wasting glue.&lt;br /&gt;There was one point where my group was looking for 35 Campbell Road(Street?). The others stood and watched while Glenn had the henna done.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 of us went to ask the shopkeepers. One of them told us to go to an information counter.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. So cute. It has an information counter in the middle of a BAZAAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we were asking, a freaky thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;An Indian guy walked pass us and I saw his hand LATCH onto our file. He held it and wouldn't let go. He and Corr were both holding the file and Corr's bottle was like gonna fall.&lt;br /&gt;After that suddenly the guy let go of the file and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;Like, HUH??&lt;br /&gt;The person that we were asking told us that the guy was a little bit off his rocker.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Corr and I had sth like an adrenaline rush. We were thinking tt we were so heng tt we didn't kena a pickpocket or sth. lol&lt;br /&gt;Damn scary lah!&lt;br /&gt;We had quite a lot of fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That (STOOPID!!!!!) Glenn, bought a drink and not only did not share it with us, he later took the free teh tarik that a shopkeeper let us have. Wah kao!&lt;br /&gt;Us girls were so thirsty lor.&lt;br /&gt;Also, there was a clue that we were supposed to find a place of worship for a certain race.&lt;br /&gt;We met one of those instructors earlier and he gave us clues for all those that we haven't done and also told us which ones that we were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;He told us that the place is a church for chinese. We went around asking but no one knew the full name of the church or didn't know at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, we should have started to head back but we thought that we had a chance to complete it so why not?&lt;br /&gt;After some fruitless inquiries, we went into a hotel and asked to borrow a street directory.&lt;br /&gt;We used it to find the name of the church.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny lah..&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving the hotel, Ms Ho called dingdong and asked him where we were cos we were the last team back..&lt;br /&gt;We chiong-ed the last part and ran back.&lt;br /&gt;LALALAAA. Quite fun la. But it was EXCRUCIATINGLY tiring. urgh. My feet still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the debrief in the hall, I had my lunch and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Was gonna go do the choir thing after that.&lt;br /&gt;Ate one quarter of the rice (MAGGIE! IS NO APPETITE!!) then one jelly.&lt;br /&gt;Went up and did fun stuff with the styrofoam and we all talked and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;It comprised of me, Wei Yin, Maggie, De Hong and Yan Jie. So fun hor?&lt;br /&gt;Did crappy stuff. Lol. Everyone else working except for Yan Jie and I.&lt;br /&gt;And what's more, we get CIP hours!! SHUANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 3 hours, we packed up and left.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the MRT toilet cos Maggie and Wei Yin wanted to use. I waited outside cos I bought a drink.&lt;br /&gt;I persuaded Wei Yin to take 17 with me. =)))))&lt;br /&gt;Maggie ran for the bus (which turned out to be another bus. not 14). Wei Yin and I got on the bus. It came very quickly.. so it was quite empty.&lt;br /&gt;We talked a lot on the bus. So fun. Talk about Shah Alam, choir, friends etc.&lt;br /&gt;Close to the Changi General Hospital, suddnely I spotted Wee Ting, Camillie and their friend (I think she's called Nadhirah too).&lt;br /&gt;They wave like very enthu. lol. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;When I alighted, I was like signalling to Wei Yin," Don't miss me too much!" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I looked back at the bus, she was looking back still so I waved. hee :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-1540767028090663538?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/1540767028090663538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=1540767028090663538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1540767028090663538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/1540767028090663538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-6230707324188391456</id><published>2006-10-13T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T04:28:02.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ya.. i forgot.. yesterday i ate 3 apples! =)))&lt;br /&gt;an apple a day keeps the doctor away.&lt;br /&gt;if the doctor's cute, screw the fruit! =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-6230707324188391456?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/6230707324188391456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=6230707324188391456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/6230707324188391456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/6230707324188391456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-8404666227511541945</id><published>2006-10-13T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T04:26:20.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A reader has demanded that I continue posting..&lt;br /&gt;So, as everyone misses me, I shall post!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. I sort of forgot what happened during the past few days.. So I shall start posting from whenever I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I ca't remember what happened today.. But I think we went to play bb again.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we play bb everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;After the listening, Tiff, Corr and I didn't know where to go.. We stood around @ the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the public phone to make calls - AS USUAL.&lt;br /&gt;After some useless calls, we went to the library to return my books.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Macs for breakfast. Tiffany was like.. INSANE la.. Kept on doing dumb things..&lt;br /&gt;I drank coffeeee! But the KFC coffee nicer..&lt;br /&gt;We met Serena and her friend and Maggie, Wan Leng, Xin Yi and Wee Ting too.&lt;br /&gt;We went out to make MORE calls. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Took 87 to Corr's.&lt;br /&gt;Went to play BB.&lt;br /&gt;Shared a half-court with a girl. After some time.. she left.&lt;br /&gt;Then.. a group of people, including 1 friend of Corr's and a friend of Tiff's, came n just used our half-court.&lt;br /&gt;I was SO pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was having a hard time scoring.. When they came, I got angry and started shooting..&lt;br /&gt;AND scoring! =))&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't tyco!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever people do stuff like that, I will get very angry and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;They stayed there for v long..&lt;br /&gt;@ 12.30, we went to 7 eleven to get drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the playground to do rubbish...&lt;br /&gt;I er.. needed to go to the toilet. =) So we went back to Corr's house.&lt;br /&gt;Did other stuff such as watching the room raiders. =)))))&lt;br /&gt;'Vaginas are WAY cool.' HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Woke up.. Cleared up my table a bit cos my mum was nagging SO much.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed then unsed the comp.&lt;br /&gt;Finished watching 'A Millionaire's First Love', starring Hyun Bin and Yeon Hee.&lt;br /&gt;SOOO nice and touching!!!&lt;br /&gt;------SPOILER ALERT------&lt;br /&gt;The girl has cancer lah.. Then the guy is this spoilt, rich brat.&lt;br /&gt;The girl is a selfless,  hardworking orphan who is adopted by the man who runs the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Then the 2 of them fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;The guy gives up his substantial inheiritance and receives only 0.01% of it in cash.&lt;br /&gt;He wants to use the money to build a house for the dying girl.&lt;br /&gt;etc. VERY sad and touching and meaningful..&lt;br /&gt;-----END OF SPOILER------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out after that to meet my chruch friends..&lt;br /&gt;We went to TM to watch Death Note but I think there was some problem or something..&lt;br /&gt;So, instead we watched World Trade Centre.&lt;br /&gt;The place was so empty that we just sat anywhere we wanted and.. threw popcorn at each other.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. So fun!!! And.. no one cared anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The show was v shocking and sad..&lt;br /&gt;Shall not include spoilers though..&lt;br /&gt;They didn't include anything about the possible plane hijack by the JI people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked around awhile..&lt;br /&gt;When almost everyone was going off, I went to the library with Claire.&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed.... SEVEN books. So shuang. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have a good time reeeeeading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my post. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/1600/th_30d0f35b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/973/2927/400/th_30d0f35b.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Results back on Monday! Good luck everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-8404666227511541945?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/8404666227511541945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=8404666227511541945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8404666227511541945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/8404666227511541945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/10/reader-has-demanded-that-i-continue.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-725483350078427626</id><published>2006-10-10T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:37:04.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lala. Miss me people? HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, after art, a bunch of people, namely:&lt;br /&gt;Corrina, Tiffany, Me, Khairul, Hanafi, Min San, Gamran(sp?), Leslie, Ding Yang, Wei Zhou and Jaron&lt;br /&gt;went to play bb.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Galindo, Elaine and Jasmine came along.. Shall explain later.&lt;br /&gt;1st we went to the Changkat CC bbcourt but those stupid springfield people were there and the other half-court was occupied.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the court very close to the CC one.&lt;br /&gt;The court sucked. Both rings were useless and the floor was eroded and stuff.. Sucked lah.&lt;br /&gt;We then walked veryveryveryyyy far to go to Khairul's house.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. "Eh! Let's go my house the bb court! Then I can go upstairs, put our bags, n I can change and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dress sexy&lt;/span&gt;!" ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;Along the longlong way there, Galindo, Elaine and Jasmine went off. Well, no loss.&lt;br /&gt;We went there, Leslie, Wei Zhou and Jaron played soccer while the rest of us played bb.&lt;br /&gt;After tt, they came to join us. Wei Zhou fell down while playing soccer and it was BLOODY man.&lt;br /&gt;We were divided into teams. I was teamed up with.... Ganmran(sp), Hanafi, Jaron and Wei Zhou.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. They all totally ignored me lor. Pissed off. Might as well not be in their team. The only time I touched the ball was when I intercepted it.&lt;br /&gt;I was thirsty and asked tiff n corr along to go buy drinks at the nearby 7 eleven.&lt;br /&gt;We went there... On the way back, I had a premonition tt something would happen at the drain.&lt;br /&gt;True enough, I fell in. wth. Damn pain lah. Whacked my SHIN. SHIN LEH!!! painpainpain!!!&lt;br /&gt;Limped back to the seat.&lt;br /&gt;Khairul, Gamran(sp), Hanafi and Min San went to khairul's house.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us went off.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Zhou crossed at the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Leslie, Tiffany n Corrina stopped at the church bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Jaron, Ding Yang and I walked on..&lt;br /&gt;We went to the gate of dingdong's estate. Jaron didn't want to go in so he only helped dingdong bring the soccer ball in until the dustbin cos dingdong's hands were occupied by some rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;I waited outside.&lt;br /&gt;Tehn, Jaron came out and we walked..&lt;br /&gt;Heh. talked to him abt wan leng and stuff. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;After tt i went for lunch and blahblahblahhhhhh. *im lazy to type. heehe.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I went to PP w/ Tiff.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the shops and. blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-725483350078427626?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/725483350078427626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=725483350078427626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/725483350078427626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/725483350078427626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/10/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-5411170016302170716</id><published>2006-10-07T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T06:46:32.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone knows why life sucks so much?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have a heavy load on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Starting this year, everyone has expected me to be the one who smiles and laughs all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Can't I drop the facade?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sosoSO tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday.. I went to PP with Corrina..&lt;br /&gt;We shopped and I saw quite a number of my pri sch classmates and friends..&lt;br /&gt;Only said hi to Amanda though.&lt;br /&gt;We went into manymany shops and mostly window-shopped.&lt;br /&gt;There's this cool shop selling cards and blank books and all those kind of decorative stuff for cards etc.&lt;br /&gt;Very nice; but VERY ex. One book for $30+! Daylight robbery maybe?&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Mos Burger. The place was vaguely familiar.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I obsessed about it for nothing. Never mind. The food was nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then I took 15 with Corrina. I dropped at the library to have a quick read before tuition..&lt;br /&gt;Saw a Dracula book! Gobbled it up in no time. I actually finished that book in.. 40 mins? Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Mr Rizal's, I realised that I was super early so I went to the nearby 7 Eleven to get a coffee.&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, I saw this pervert guy.. Staring at me. I was like, OMG!! I practically ran away. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mr. Rizal's and then went back home.&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, yet ANOTHER perv. Don't feel like elaborating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we planned to go and play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Tiff, Corr and I went to Corrina's house first..&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Tiring day lah.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to about.. three or four basketball courts.. Spent loads of money making calls on that stupid payphone.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out the guys were leaving by the time we managed to contact them.&lt;br /&gt;What a letdown.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the playground next to Corr's block.&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the top of the slide and threw the ball to them as Netball prac. Quite fun for me lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then Corr was throwing the ball at Tiff..&lt;br /&gt;I took over after that. Throw here, throw there.. Fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;We went back.. Used the comp.&lt;br /&gt;I transferred my songs to her comp. Not all though. I still have quite a number in my comp.&lt;br /&gt;She taught me how to draw the thing for art.&lt;br /&gt;Went home.. Stupid modem had problems..&lt;br /&gt;Took so long before it worked.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Corr came. Watched movies. Tiff was supposed to come but.. she overslept. -.-&lt;br /&gt;After abt.. EIGHT hours at my house, My whole family went out, and Corr had to go too.&lt;br /&gt;We took a taxi to my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;Ate the food, ate some pomelo.. Read my book while fending off my brother's tickles.&lt;br /&gt;My horrible sister managed to escape from this gathering, lucky bitch.&lt;br /&gt;We're ALWAYS subject to unwanted comments the moment we get in.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god this time, most of the comments were good ones.&lt;br /&gt;Their KPO-ness still pissed me off though.&lt;br /&gt;And wtf lah! This time it was m kpo aunts defending me and my mum putting me down.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I felt like dumping something over her head and bailing on this gathering.&lt;br /&gt;Finally escaped at about 8.&lt;br /&gt;Took a taxi back.&lt;br /&gt;Sian. All my feelings.. shall post on my other blog.. =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-5411170016302170716?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/5411170016302170716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=5411170016302170716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5411170016302170716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/5411170016302170716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/10/anyone-knows-why-life-sucks-so-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-116021042161861092</id><published>2006-10-07T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:40:21.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOO many things have happened in the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to post though. So sad hor?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the exams are over!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to bloggg.&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog another time.&lt;br /&gt;Right now.. Corrina is at the keyboard trying to learn something.&lt;br /&gt;We watched 2 movies.. Child's Play 2 and Bring It On.&lt;br /&gt;Child's Play 2 is a Chucky movie. lala. byebye. lazy to blog more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-116021042161861092?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/116021042161861092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=116021042161861092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/116021042161861092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/116021042161861092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115978094159114033</id><published>2006-10-02T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T02:22:21.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/FEDERER_NADAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/FEDERER_NADAL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially gonna start supporting TENNIS!!!! Especially Roger Federer.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! He's the guy on the left. He's the no.1 player in the world!! =))))&lt;br /&gt;The younger guy on his right is Rafael Nadal. He's near the top too.. He's the ONLY guy who beat Federer. Federer ROCKS man!! =))))&lt;br /&gt;His backhand is SOO pro. *sigh* I wish I can play like him!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded more pics of Federer with his many trophies. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/2024804238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/2024804238.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's count..&lt;br /&gt;One..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/3053347375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/3053347375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/550134243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/550134243.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/942880796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/942880796.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/167836167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/167836167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A1948974083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A1948974083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Six..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A942880869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A942880869.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A1952950190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A1952950190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A1944010773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A1944010773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A117519192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A117519192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ten..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A167836167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A167836167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eleven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A2223834374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A2223834374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twelve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A1156712025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A1156712025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thirteen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A371457738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A371457738.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fourteen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A1078079289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A1078079289.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fifteen.. (aiyoh. he looks a tad gay here. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A2245128365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A2245128365.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sixteen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A1022684800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A1022684800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seventeen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A1010955951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A1010955951.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eighteen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A339839792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A339839792.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nineteen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A2247027402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A2247027402.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twenty!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A3049104823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A3049104823.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twenty one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A2881945707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A2881945707.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twenty two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A3049124660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A3049124660.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twenty three..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A280265084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A280265084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twenty four..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/A2829181578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/320/A2829181578.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twenty five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lah. I shal spare you people.. No more pics kay? Not of Federer anyway..&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.. TONIGHT GOT SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see Victor. And Benjamin.. And Heidi. WOOO. They are SO gonna rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. I've sat down too long. My butt is NUMB.&lt;br /&gt;Serious! Heehee. I wanna go cycling.. =((&lt;br /&gt;Nearly completed the reading of 'The Historian" By Elizabeth Kostova&lt;br /&gt;Totally rocks man.. that book..&lt;br /&gt;SO nice. I'm really interested in History now.. Can't wait for next year when we'll have more History material to read. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, anyone who has autobiographies of those people who lived in the past, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE lend them to me!!&lt;br /&gt;I want them.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED them.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. I'm pretending that there's no more exams. =))&lt;br /&gt;Just slack and slack and slack. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/1600/475030_sma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7570/2482/400/475030_sma.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye for now.. HEH. The pic is great right? =))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115978094159114033?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115978094159114033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115978094159114033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115978094159114033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115978094159114033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-officially-gonna-start-supporting.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115962679922856300</id><published>2006-09-30T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T07:33:19.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we celebrated my aunt's birthday.. She also struck lottery =))&lt;br /&gt;We went to the VIP place for no signboard.&lt;br /&gt;The meal was like.. wow.&lt;br /&gt;First was this pao thingy.. Got the lotus paste inside.&lt;br /&gt;Then next was the lobster salad. Lobster + some kind of salad cream and fruits.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was sharks fin soup. I added a LOT of pepper. Regetted later. =D&lt;br /&gt;Next was ANOTHER soup. It was some weird soup lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ginseng prawn soup I think. The taste was weird and us kids didn't like it. Just ate the prawns. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Then was abalone soup. ANOTHER soup. So crazy.. We had THREE soups in total.&lt;br /&gt;The abalone tasted JUST like mushrooms..&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lettuce. Very nice :)))&lt;br /&gt;Next was fish. The flesh was very tender. yay. Very nice to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Next was scallops and soe veggie with it. There was a bit of chilli with the scallops. That spoilt it. =(&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a yam ring. Nice too!&lt;br /&gt;There was kang kong but there was chilli so I didn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;We had fishcake thingy. There were 3 varieties. One had meat, one fish and one was filled with prawns! =)&lt;br /&gt;We had noodle too. By this time, everyone was fighting for the smallest bowl of noodle. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly we had some desserts. There was soursop jelly thingy and fruits.&lt;br /&gt;The jelly was very nice but the soursop was too sweet. The fruits were great!&lt;br /&gt;The strawberries weren't sour at all and the mango was very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing was that the grapes had seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we took 67. Read 'The Historian'. SOO nice. Inspires me to go and find the book on Dracula to read. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115962679922856300?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115962679922856300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115962679922856300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115962679922856300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115962679922856300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-we-celebrated-my-aunts-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115959097344268542</id><published>2006-09-29T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:42:51.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;" &gt;How to make a Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg=""  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts friendliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts crazyiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little caring if desired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input value="How do you make a 'you'?" type="submit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115959097344268542?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115959097344268542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115959097344268542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115959097344268542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115959097344268542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-make-melissa-ingredients-3.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115952828038782915</id><published>2006-09-29T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T04:11:20.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got Lit paper back. And results. Yay. Shall not rub in some people's faces. so next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ho came in.. We all changed places and moved tables so Ms Ho scolded us and made us move back and switch back our places.&lt;br /&gt;When Ms Chia came in at the next period, everyone was subdued and gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;She gave us some good and bad news. The bad news wasn't really bad.. just that she had to completely go through all the answers by today.&lt;br /&gt;She was saying some stuff about Jaron becoming handsome after he takes off his retainer and braces. And Leslie too.&lt;br /&gt;Then someone asked," Wei zhou leh?"&lt;br /&gt;And Ms Chia was like saying that he already WAS handsome. -.-&lt;br /&gt;And everyone started saying me. BLEHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave us lollipops too =)&lt;br /&gt;Us girls took 2 or more. heh. While the guys and other girls took one. HEEHEEE&lt;br /&gt;Went for recess.. Bleh. Ended up abandoning Tiffany and Corrina.&lt;br /&gt;Stood with Wei Yin, Anna and Si Jie for the whole of recess, talking crap all the way. =)))&lt;br /&gt;When going upstairs, was REALLY hyper.&lt;br /&gt;But during recess.. everyone kept mentioning wei zhou. PLEASEEEE stop!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;Namely..Garret, Wei Yin, Jia Wee, Wan Leng (HOW COULD YOU!! You know that I'm loyal to you ;)  ), etcetcetccccc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had somemore Science. Lalalaaaa. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then Maths. Mdm Lim gave us some maths sets (sex) Ws and.... Went to 2e6 to teach. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Favortism or what?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, soon I got sian. Tiff and I started playing as usual. =))&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time Mdm Lim seemed nice though.. Saying good luck and stuff. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Corrina and I carried Min Hui and Tiffany's bags down. They went to take the cake.&lt;br /&gt;We brought the bags down, went to my locker then went around disturbing people and stuff. =)&lt;br /&gt;Sang some stuff with Xiao Xuan and Qiu Mei..&lt;br /&gt;Hit the beat with Corrina, Brenda, Xiao Xuan etc too!&lt;br /&gt;Had the cake and stuff. I took some pics but shall update them when I don't feel so lazy. =)&lt;br /&gt;We ran all the way from the school gate to the interchange. Cos of that stoopid Garret la!!&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to pull his zip down. lol. And he kept on running... By the time we reached the interchange, all four of us were panting and sweating INSANELY.&lt;br /&gt;Garret and Tiffany went home while Corr and I went to macs to study and have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;About 5 minutes later, Garret appeared. -.-&lt;br /&gt;He STOLE my fries!!! He kept waiting for me to put the packet of fries down and he'd quickly GRAB a fry. lol. Fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of us did Maths.. He helped with some questions. bloody good at maths lah! I'm JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;STOOPID idiot pretended to call Wei Zhou on Corrina's phone to say that I was too noisy and to tell me to shut up. BLEH. HE was the one hijacking OUR table and OUR food.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he faked SOOO well that I seriously thought that he'd called Wei Zhou so I kept whacking him.  =P&lt;br /&gt;Serve him right!!&lt;br /&gt;He left and Corr and I did somemore work..&lt;br /&gt;Left the place @ about 4.45&lt;br /&gt;We went to ntuc where I bought TWO boxes of strepsils and one box of voice gums. FINALLY found the bloody thing. Went to SO many 7 elevens and they all didn't have it.&lt;br /&gt;Altogether the bill was... $10.20 A lot hor? I brought about $13 today. All spent. =)) Except for 50 cents..&lt;br /&gt;Went home.. lalalaaa. watching SO many videos on BSB. =)))))&lt;br /&gt;Brian is SOOO cute. He can do the Donald Duck voice SO well. OMG. It's SO adorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;When Kevin was younger, he looked SOO handsome.lol. now not though..&lt;br /&gt;Nick is AND was cute!! =)) And he's so lame!!&lt;br /&gt;Howie D is GREAT at the macarena. LOL! He can shake his BUTT! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;AJ is COOL as usual. AHH. The coolest of the lot. His solos are SO nice too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115952828038782915?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115952828038782915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115952828038782915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115952828038782915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115952828038782915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/got-lit-paper-back.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115936038262004769</id><published>2006-09-27T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T06:05:27.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had Maths first.&lt;br /&gt;Got back my maths paper. And failed. ARGGHH!&lt;br /&gt;It's because of 2 main reasons, I was very very careless AND Mdm Lim refused to mark the last part if it was written on the back of the page.&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao. She is very guo  fen lor.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm partly to blame la. So it's ok.. Overall I still pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was ACE. We were supposed to go to the maths homeroom but Mdm Lim had everyone so worried for Maths that we all stayed late to try and complete our corrections.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ho came up in a huff. =(&lt;br /&gt;She originally wanted to give us the period to study but in the end she didn't let us study. She did ACE instead..&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Leslie!!! Idiot.. he ended up asking me at the end. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;The Indonesian students came again.&lt;br /&gt;But this time they were a different bunch of people from yesterday's. =(&lt;br /&gt;There was Christiany "But my friends call me ani"&lt;br /&gt;Francissca (I think she was the prettiest of them all ^^)&lt;br /&gt;Dean (pronounced as Day-an)&lt;br /&gt;Rachelika was the oldest looking one&lt;br /&gt;They were all the same age but were less shy as compared to yesterday's group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to recess. Went library to study Geog for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next was Science.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chia went through the hol hw for 1 period. Then Ms Fang came in.&lt;br /&gt;Did the Geog test. I HOPEHOPEHOPE I pass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was MT. blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Xin Yi, Wan Leng, Corrina, Tiffany and I went to Macs to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Saw PC on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;Suspect that she skipped school.. Cos she was in her school uniform&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Met Benny. He said that there's less than 20 people who want to go and are allowed to go malacca =((&lt;br /&gt;Went back. Fen gong he zuo. Tiff, Corr and I split the WS so that we could complete it sooner. =)&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to do D&amp;amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;Crapped a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the fighting thing with Tiffany. LOL. damn fun sia.&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Took bus with Jason and DingDong.&lt;br /&gt;They kept talking at the same time and it was so hard for me to focus!!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know who to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;So I just looked out of the window. lol.&lt;br /&gt;then dingdong thought i emo. -.- so lame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115936038262004769?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115936038262004769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115936038262004769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115936038262004769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115936038262004769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-had-maths-first.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115928122563260917</id><published>2006-09-26T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T07:33:45.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, first thing that happened was..&lt;br /&gt;the guys asking me what 'orgasm' is. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you guys DON'T need to know. tsktsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people didn't bring pe attire.&lt;br /&gt;Aziz said that he thought that it is Monday. ERR. No comment..&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lim let us play any game we wanted!!!&lt;br /&gt;We chose BB of course!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;Got into groups.. then I was acting a bit high and singing in a really nasal voice. hehee&lt;br /&gt;Stuff happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then MT. It's like, everyone wasn't listening to wu lao shi. =( poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;So I try to listen but sometimes i just can't hear what she's saying cos the group at the back are making too much noise!&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class, changed then another guy asked me what orgasm was. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library was closed so I couldn't return my book.&lt;br /&gt;We bought food and drink and sat down at jocelyn and rui xue's table.&lt;br /&gt;Talked while eating...&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany the GROSS girl spat ice out TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;Once at the table onto her hand, the second time when walking back to class.&lt;br /&gt;She spat out the ice and it bounced off Corrina's hand onto her skirt and then the floor. EWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog.. The exchange students came. At first I didn't catch their names..&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna, Mario, Yoanna and Theresia.&lt;br /&gt;All nice names!!! And they come from a christian/Catholic school. Cool man!!&lt;br /&gt;During geog.. stupid idiot lah. don't wanna talk about the idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next ACE/PW. We went to maths homeroom.&lt;br /&gt;The exchange students introduced themselves and said some stuff about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Theresia. She was really shy and uncomfortable so Ms Ho let her off..&lt;br /&gt;Theresia was assigned to the space b/w XY and mag.&lt;br /&gt;They were like talking to each other and totally ignoring her. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Corrina came and we were like teaching her some chinese words and phrases..&lt;br /&gt;She's a really fast learner and could learn the stuff quite easily =))&lt;br /&gt;So sad when we had to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Corr and I were gonna eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Met Melissa and we walked to the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;Met gangan too and we walked..&lt;br /&gt;End up Melissa din come with us to eat. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;But nvm.. we met Tiff, MH, JW, Jocelyn and RX.&lt;br /&gt;They were doing music ma..&lt;br /&gt;After some time, the whole group of them + us went to Macs.&lt;br /&gt;Corr and MH bought ice cream, Tiff bought a drink.&lt;br /&gt;They did a bit of music while we did some study and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;LALA. Shall not elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Fell asleep on the bus and no one asked me for a seat!! YAY&lt;br /&gt;The 17 was really crowded but whatever lah. None of my business..&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, bathed and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;SIAN. My stupid throat seems to be getting worse. My cold too!! ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to study for geog. Sucessful until the clock struck 9. lol.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes started getting droopy and I knew that it was TIME FOR THE COMPUTER!!&lt;br /&gt;Blog-surfed until I realised that it's already 10.10.&lt;br /&gt;Now its.. 10.30!! WOW. I took a LONG time to type this entry. But I like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now my dad asked me to go to China and teach some young kids English. AHHH&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't want. I kept saying and he like, just IGNORED me. what the..&lt;br /&gt;And he even suggested that I ask some other friends who are good in English along so that we can 'go together'. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ew. And somemore it's VOLUNTEER WORK. lol. I'm so calculative. I want MONEHHH!&lt;br /&gt;No money, No work. =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115928122563260917?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115928122563260917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115928122563260917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115928122563260917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115928122563260917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-first-thing-that-happened-was.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115926886904538721</id><published>2006-09-26T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T04:07:49.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;i'm such a horrible friend. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115926886904538721?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115926886904538721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115926886904538721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115926886904538721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115926886904538721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-such-horrible-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115926838855973737</id><published>2006-09-26T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T04:01:21.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i seriously think i'm thinking too much..&lt;br /&gt;it's not MY fault&lt;br /&gt;not ME who made it come caps some not&lt;br /&gt;i feel excited. oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;i better stop this kind of thinking before i actually start to **** **. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;AHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115926838855973737?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115926838855973737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115926838855973737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115926838855973737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115926838855973737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-seriously-think-im-thinking-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115926799246840888</id><published>2006-09-26T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T03:53:12.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is SO true. Read it. &lt;br /&gt;All those people who slit their wrists, be careful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One cut.That's it.That's all,"you told me.&lt;br /&gt;"One cut will make you feel stress-free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One cut,"I said.&lt;br /&gt;"That's all it takes.One cut is such a big mistake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One cut,"you said,&lt;br /&gt;"It won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I swear. One slit on your arm right there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you slit your arm,&lt;br /&gt;and then I did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why--I guess it&lt;br /&gt;seemed like the cool thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One little cut,"I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be just fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started cutting myself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I became addicted--I needed to cut my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A few more cuts,"I told myself,&lt;br /&gt;"Won't do any harm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day,my Mom walked in.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?Why'd you start and when?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are questions that she said,&lt;br /&gt;As all the memories rushed through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got help,&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm better.&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote you this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home,&lt;br /&gt;I asked where you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She never got help,"Mom said.&lt;br /&gt;"Something terrible happened to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One cut.That's all.That's all,"&lt;br /&gt;you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you almost wound up dead.&lt;br /&gt;I know one cut is all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;One cut is such a huge mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115926799246840888?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115926799246840888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115926799246840888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115926799246840888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115926799246840888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-so-true.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115917250645021865</id><published>2006-09-25T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T01:21:46.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendster Bulletin #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To the people who does have more than 500 friend's, are you serious? Nobody in this universe has that many friends...you're stupid. Go kill yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you're ugly stop acting like you don't know it. The captions under you picture that says "top model pose" doesn't convince anybody. at least you can work on your personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't ever post pictures and say "omg im so ugly" because if you were, you wouldn't post them.please put away the rod and reel cause your just fishin for compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nobody cares about threats over the internet. Don't try to act hard with the keyboard...that's so sad. unless you actually physically beat someone with the keyboard. then thats ironically hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If all your pictures look the same...don't post them all! Please put some variety in your pics. Nobody wants to see your face 8 different ways. I don't care if its inverted, black and white, or faded out. a face is a face is a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who really gives a rats ass if I don't accept you as a friend...MOVE ON. Don't send me another request or message asking "what's up?" I don't want you as a friend or I just don't care, that's what's up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. LITTLE 13, 14, 15, years old who have friendster and LOOK LIKE SLUTS, go somewhere else because NOBODY wants you here except pedophiles, and is that what you want. to be raped? no you don't so RUN RUN FAST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. No one is really going to die in 6 days or have bad relationships for 5 years if they don't pass or post your bulletin on. &amp;amp; Nobody really cares whether you complete a quiz on 100 questions about yourself. so &lt;b&gt;STOP posting them!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you have decided to read this, You are a true Friendster Friend. Real friends read their bulletins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It serves to eliminate people who are desperately trying to add "friends" like it's a popularity contest in high school. Good riddance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendster Bulletin #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: - Inspired- Inspired by Samuel/Jun Hao&lt;br /&gt;who wrote a very true article.&lt;br /&gt;- Hope this article will be passed down to those who realise it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, people in friendster are like NUTS, Guys and Girls, no offence but, girls especially. You guys use the word me as miee, you as euu. 'diao' so damn frequently like using your grandma's lawn. Do yous guys know the meaning?&lt;br /&gt;Guys too, listen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diao - meaning a male's genital or rather, manhood strong and powerful, robust and sturdy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys use it as if it's some -_- statement. Acting cute while you are at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOHHH!!! I didn't know what diao means!! now i know.. lol. cool man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Samuel said, Friendster profiles are chewed up and spit out like bad bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next point.&lt;br /&gt;I know for you youngster reading this at the age of 10-13. uP aNd DoWn is WaYyYY cOoL. ReAlLY uBeR aNd 1337. No, if you grow up, you'll find it real lame.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you have a nickname which was like this till now. Try completing a resume&lt;br /&gt;using aLtErNaTe cAps. I bet the person reading it will laugh his lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;It's wayyyy gh3y. YES, GH3Y, pronounce it and it becomes GAY. Notes to add :&lt;br /&gt;GH3Y is in h4ck3r's language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the first half, take a break.&lt;br /&gt;Drink some coffee. Done? Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75% of the girls always have this or something similiar in their profiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dUnCh MeSsAgE miie iN fWeNsTeR tWoo aDd eUu. yOU aDd miEe oNlY.&lt;br /&gt;dUnCh aDd miIe JusT beCuZ eUu wAnT mOrE fRiEnS.&lt;br /&gt;OH COME ON. I've seen many girls advertise on irc like this.. example. no offence now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's from the channel #teens&lt;br /&gt;[02:57] add miee in fwenster . . &lt;privacy&gt;@hotmail.com asap pls. .! thx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her profile which i went to, had the message.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; if u msg muee to add muee in2 ur acct, sowie. im NOT interested.&lt;br /&gt;just dun eva try ta add muee jus bcus u wan more fwens or u wan feel popular in fwenster. i dunch entertain to this kinda lame shiet. &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the irony? Anyways. Many people just add to raise some social status.&lt;br /&gt;Especially those with 400-500 friends and need another account.&lt;br /&gt;Since you have SOOOOO many so called 'friends'. How many actually talk to&lt;br /&gt;u? do you all talk to each other?&lt;br /&gt;All 500 of them? even msn messenger cannot hold 500 contacts.&lt;br /&gt;There are sure to be people with 2 account or more, let's take 500 as 400 then.&lt;br /&gt;Still, MSN MESSENGER can only hold 150 contacts, unless you're a premium member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i'm not inflicting any pain to you if you are one of those like stated above, it's just the painful truth that shows how retarded and imbecile singaporeans can&lt;br /&gt;be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girls, stop euuu-ing and miieee-ing and pwease, ish bery irritating to shee tat.&lt;br /&gt;Such english, go rot in hell ^^. And it isn't cute at all. People would laugh at your stupidity instead. We would love to minimize the spellings in a word, like&lt;br /&gt;reducing you to u. Which retarded would wanna type u as euu? Either you're childish or just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why Singapore isn't very much improving cause of US,&lt;br /&gt;we singaporeans have become laughing stock of society actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you actually read here, I'm glad you did.&lt;/privacy&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115917250645021865?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115917250645021865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115917250645021865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115917250645021865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115917250645021865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/friendster-bulletin-1-1.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115910705287513478</id><published>2006-09-24T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:51:30.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Fun Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/fun-friend.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're the one who keeps your group laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And you've always got an idea for something fun to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The party's not complete without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And you wouldn't miss it for the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Christmas Stocking Will Be Filled With a Puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73eaa0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatwillbeinyourchristmasstockingquiz/puppy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - one cute, soft, cuddly puppy...&lt;br /&gt;And a very soiled Christmas stocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "First Kiss"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/first-kiss.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're a true romantic who brings an innocent hope to each new relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You see the good in every person you date, and you relish each step of falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a romantic dinner your sweetie cooks for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your flirting style: friendly and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What turns you off: cynics who don't believe in romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why you're hot: you always keep the romance alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(235, 242, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardian (SJ)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are sensible, down to earth, and goal oriented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bottom line, you are good at playing by the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You tend to be dominant - and you are a natural leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are interested in rules and order. Morals are important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A hard worker, you give your all at whatever you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're very serious, and people often tell you to lighten up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In love, you tend to take things carefully and slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At work, you are suited to almost any career - but you excel in leadership positions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With others, you tend to be polite and formal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As far as looks go, you are traditionally attractive. You take good care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;On weekends, you tend to like to do organized activities. In fact, you often organize them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Popular Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/popular.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In high school, everyone knew your name - even if you didn't know theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In fact, your still skating by on your looks and charm. Nothing wrong with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Coffee Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/coffee.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energetic and lively, you are always on the go.&lt;br /&gt;You're doing a million things at once and doing them well.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to motivate others and raise spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with chocolate ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 73% Virgo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howvirgoareyouquiz/virgo.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Natural Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/natural-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Believe it or not, you're a really effective flirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And you're so good, you hardly notice that you're flirting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your attitude and confidence make you a natural flirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And the fact that you don't know it is just that more attractive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/music.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Adult Alternative: Highest Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;R&amp;B: Highest Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;90's Alternative: High Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Country: High Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;80's R&amp;B: Medium Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 52% Bipolar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoubipolarquiz/bipolar-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit moody, and at times, your moods can be a bit extreme.&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you to decide if you're simply dramatic... or slightly bipolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your risk of cheating is high. You can't resist desire and lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life Is Worth...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchisyourlifeworthquiz/slave.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1,239,500&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchisyourlifeworthquiz/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 25% Left Brained, 75% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115910705287513478?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115910705287513478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115910705287513478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115910705287513478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115910705287513478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-are-fun-friend-youre-one-who-keeps.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115908431845115202</id><published>2006-09-24T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:51:58.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;There are 18 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 18 letters total to 93&lt;br /&gt;There are  7 vowels and 11 consonants in your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your number is:&lt;/b&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The characteristics of #3 are: &lt;/b&gt;Expression, verbalization, socialization, the arts, the joy of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The expression or destiny for #3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Expression of 3 produces a quest for destiny with words along a variety of lines that may include writing, speaking, singing, acting or teaching; our entertainers, writers, litigators, teachers, salesmen, and composers. You also have the destiny to sell yourself or sell just about any product that comes along. You are imaginative in your presentation, and you may have creative talents in the arts, although these are more likely to be latent. You are an optimistic person that seems ever enthusiastic about life and living. You are friendly, loving and social, and people like you because you are charming and such a good conversationalist. Your ability to communicate may often inspire others. It is your role in life to inspire and motivate; to raise the spirits of those around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The negative side of number 3 Expression is superficiality. You may tend to scatter your forces and simply be too easygoing. It is advisable for the negative 3 to avoid dwelling on trivial matters, especially gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Soul Urge number is:&lt;/b&gt; 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Soul Urge number of 11 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the 11 Soul Urge, much of your thinking and interests relate to the abstract, the spiritual, and utopian dreams. You are motivated toward idealistic concepts, and the sharing of your ideas and concepts with humanity. This number is not one that is giving in a material or a practical sense, but rather one who desires to help mankind with a more abstract commodity such as religion, spiritualism, occult studies, or even psychic abilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;If you possess the positive 11 Soul Urge traits, you have a dream of the perfect world; you are highly idealistic and inspirational. Your inner strength and devotion to your beliefs are extremely strong. You have a very good mind that is especially well equipped to handle the higher, more abstract forms of thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;If there is an excess of 11 energy in your makeup, you may possess some the negative 11 traits. There is a tendency for the 11 to produce considerable amounts of nervous tension which is bought on by a very high level of awareness. You may be too sensitive and overly emotional. In some cases, these sensitivities and emotions are quite repressed, and this tends to add even more to the sense of nervousness in the makeup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The strong 11 is not a very practical person because of the extreme idealism; often, there is a degree of self-deception present. There is usually a rather fixed idea of right and wrong held by those showing strong 11 traits, and with this very often is a resulting attitude of inflexibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Dream number is:&lt;/b&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Inner Dream number of 1 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream of being a leader and one who is in charge. You want to be known for your courage, daring, and original ideas. You seek unconquered heights. People may get a first impression that you are very aggressive and sure of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115908431845115202?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115908431845115202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115908431845115202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115908431845115202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115908431845115202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-are-18-letters-in-your-name.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115908409187133097</id><published>2006-09-24T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:48:11.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;16 September 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;  Your date of conception was on or about 25 December 1991 which was a Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;(Christmas Day!!! =)))  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;You were born on a Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;under the astrological sign Virgo.&lt;br /&gt; Your Life path number is &lt;a href="http://www.astrology-numerology.com/num-lifepath.html#1"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life Path Compatibility:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 5 &amp; 7.&lt;br /&gt;You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 3 &amp;amp; 9.&lt;br /&gt;You may or may not get along well with those with the Life Path number 8.&lt;br /&gt;You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 4, 6, 11 &amp; 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Julian calendar date of your birth is  2448881.5.&lt;br /&gt;The  &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="javascript:popUp('bddefs.htm')"&gt;golden&lt;/a&gt; number for 1992 is 17.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="javascript:popUp('bddefs.htm')"&gt;epact&lt;/a&gt; number for 1992 is 25.&lt;br /&gt;The year 1992 was a leap year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/4/1992 and ending 1/22/1993.&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the &lt;a href="javascript:popitup5('/CSigns/Monkey.gif','Chinese Zodiac Sign', 125, 122,'white')"&gt;Chinese year of the Monkey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Native American Zodiac sign is Bear; your plant is Violets.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 9/24/2006 3:34:33 AM EDT&lt;br /&gt;You are 14 years  old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 168 months  old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 732 weeks  old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 5,121 days old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 122,907 hours old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 7,374,454 minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 442,467,273 seconds old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Celebrities who share your birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Madeline Zima (1985)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alexis Bledel (1982)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tina Barrett (1976)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marc Anthony (1968)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jennifer Tilly (1961)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David Copperfield (1956)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mickey Rourke (1956)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Robin Yount (1955)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ed Begley, Jr. (1949)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peter Falk (1927)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;B.B. King (1925)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lauren Bacall (1924)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Allen Funt (1914)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthstone is Sapphire &lt;!--&lt;img align="absmiddle" src="showpicture.asp?PhotoId=8_stone.gif" /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mystical properties of Sapphire&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Though not meant to replace traditional medical treatment, Sapphire is used for clear thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Agate, Moonstone, Lapis Lazuli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth tree is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lime Tree, the Doubt &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Accepts what life dishes out in a composed way, hates fighting, stress and labour, tends to laziness and idleness, soft and relenting, makes sacrifices for friends, many talents but not tenacious enough to make them blossom, often wailing and complaining, very jealous, loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 92 days till Christmas 2006!&lt;br /&gt;     There are 105 days till Orthodox Christmas!&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/23978957-115908409187133097?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115908409187133097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115908409187133097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115908409187133097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115908409187133097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/16-september-1992-your-date-of.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115901151303559926</id><published>2006-09-23T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T04:38:33.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE SEASON 2 IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;RYAN CONFERIDO IS IN SINGAPORE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG. This morning when I saw the advertisement on channel5, I started jumping up and down and making a lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;I was just TOO HAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAYY!!!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMG *hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;Just that.. the first episode is on the date of the SECOND exam.&lt;br /&gt;But my mum told me that I can watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;"It's only one hour or something like that what right?" said she.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH! After she said that I continued jumping. and jumping. and JUMPINGGGG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can pass chinese. What topics are tested? I wanted to start on my chinese revision today but I wasn't sure what topics would be tested.&lt;br /&gt;If you know, please tell me via my tagboard!!&lt;br /&gt;While doing my revision, I was half-thinking of ryan and SYTYCD. I had this sicko smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I just love ryan TOO MUCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO obsessing over the guy.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. And just now my sis and I were watching this video of ryan and victor from sickstep and I showed her this video of ryan playing the piano.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was liek smiling away at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;my sis asked me," Are you in love with him?"&lt;br /&gt;"No.."&lt;br /&gt;"Good! Cos I am!" ROTFL!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVELOVELOVELOVE RYANNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;Actually.. It's more like idol worship. LALALALALAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115901151303559926?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115901151303559926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115901151303559926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115901151303559926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115901151303559926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-you-think-you-can-dance-season-2-is.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115893407201074706</id><published>2006-09-22T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T07:07:52.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghh.&lt;br /&gt;There were a LOT of stupid stupid announcements today and I thought that we wouldn't have out Lit test today..&lt;br /&gt;So sad. the test only 1 period so we still had it in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ho was like so SUPER free to help everyone make those cards for achievements..&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it took a lot of effort.. =))&lt;br /&gt;So.. THANKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Science, we watched the video on those aborted babies and everything.&lt;br /&gt;I felt quite sad after that cos I think the babies were very pitiful..&lt;br /&gt;BUT I have to say something..&lt;br /&gt;Those babies' body parts mixed with the pus-like stuff looked like.. spaghetti. LOL&lt;br /&gt;And.. Tiff n I kept doing lame stuff.. ARH. I embarassed myself as usual. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths.. Argh. Crappy as usual. I moved the table so that i sat side by side with Tiff.&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying in this really opera-ish voice: "ni zhe ge si lam pa!" ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Tiff n Corr went to pass up the chinese compo that Tiff forgot to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited.. In the end, I just went ahead and bought my own lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Corrina appeared and told me that they were gonna do the D&amp;T at the workshop RIGHT AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;So they went to do the D&amp;amp;T first while I ate with Qiu Mei and Qiu Ying sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the D&amp;T thing.&lt;br /&gt;We did quite a lot lah.&lt;br /&gt;I really feel that Xi Da changed a lot. So sad lor.&lt;br /&gt;He was more lao ah pek last year. But he was also NICER last year. Now so act dao.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. We started on both reflections..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TIFF AND CORR!!! I KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS WERE THINKING!!!&lt;br /&gt;idiots.&lt;br /&gt;AND TIFF!! You keep saying Corrina and I. What about YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Did quite a lot with dingdong.&lt;br /&gt;At the 2nd level classroom, it was dingdong and me.&lt;br /&gt;I helped that dingdong buy food cos he didn't have time to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;He ate a fish sandwich and I bought a fish patty.&lt;br /&gt;While eating we talk lah.. Hmm. So what are those problems?? &lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim came after a VERY LONG TIME. FINALLY. AT LAST!&lt;br /&gt;Then while we were waiting for the glue in the glue gun to heat up, Mr Lim had a talk with us.&lt;br /&gt;He asked us about the foreign students and especially about Pei Chun.&lt;br /&gt;Very hard to talk about her lor. Just very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;We did the glueing thing. I forced Jia Hao to wait for us.&lt;br /&gt;End up he didn't even go home with us. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus interchange, we waited for the bus for SOOOO long.&lt;br /&gt;The bus came at about 7. what the..&lt;br /&gt;It was very very full.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Wan Leng sent him an SMS. funny.&lt;br /&gt;MANGKOK!! =D&lt;br /&gt;And Corrina, you really curse him ah? lol. so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115893407201074706?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115893407201074706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115893407201074706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115893407201074706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115893407201074706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/arghh_22.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115884314298982789</id><published>2006-09-21T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T05:52:23.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired..&lt;br /&gt;Tired of life!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Can I just go to sleep until I reach 80?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll be dead by then.  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep on the bus. I was just SOO tired..&lt;br /&gt;Overshot my stop..&lt;br /&gt;Ai yah.. I don't know why I feel so sad and tired of everything..&lt;br /&gt;I shall just blog in my quizzes blog.&lt;br /&gt;Leave all comments at the part for.. comments. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Its located at the end of each entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115884314298982789?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115884314298982789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115884314298982789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115884314298982789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115884314298982789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115875948944093464</id><published>2006-09-20T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T06:38:09.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn the people who completed&lt;br /&gt;I am one of them&lt;br /&gt;So I am damned&lt;br /&gt;(sung to the tune of deck the halls)&lt;br /&gt;In this short para, im talking about the maths test.&lt;br /&gt;that was CRAP. so many people couldn't complete lor.&lt;br /&gt;I completed but those that i didn't know, I just did any old way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS THE DAY OF THE HOME EC TEST!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous. It's all Corrina's fault la.&lt;br /&gt;She talk to me about the thing until i get more and more worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai yoh. im too lazy to blog. too lazy to use proper punctuation and spelling and capital letters.&lt;br /&gt;byebye. i up dated @ my quizzes blog too! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID PEOPLE WHO DONT REPLY WHEN I TALK TO THEM: DIE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115875948944093464?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115875948944093464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115875948944093464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115875948944093464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115875948944093464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn-people-who-completed-i-am-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115858986110676442</id><published>2006-09-18T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T07:31:01.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that on Saturday, on the way to my grandmother's house, my sis and I were walking along a void deck.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we saw a man and a woman. The woman was chattering away.&lt;br /&gt;Then we heard what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;"EH! You know ah, the other day, I told her that her fart stinks and she got angry at me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I burst out laughing. And the guy with that woman kept looking at us while she was talking, looking REALLY embarassed. HEEHEEE. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now recap of the day.. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing was art!&lt;br /&gt;ARTY FARTY ARTY FART!&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually high for art. This time was no exception..&lt;br /&gt;I kept slinging my arm around Wan Leng and asking Jaron," EI! Jealous anot?"&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;End of art.. Gangan gave me my birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;It was a cute piglet! AND.. I confess!!&lt;br /&gt;My curiosity nearly consumed me and I was FORCED to open my present.&lt;br /&gt;(In other words, I was too KPO and couldn't stand the suspense. =-)) )&lt;br /&gt;Maggie, Tiff, Corr n.. can't remember who.. all nearly SQUEALED over that present.&lt;br /&gt;And my reaction was like: ER... NO comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that.. MT!&lt;br /&gt;lalalalaaa. crapped through it.&lt;br /&gt;THEN. recess.&lt;br /&gt;The library was filled with those NLB books so the seats were out of bounds..-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog next.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Fang's voice is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;And she turned her laptop so that the people in my group could see the screen on her laptop cos it was clearer. She is so nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;er. I think that Ms Ho is so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;She said:" Don't think that I am picking on you.." or other variations of this statement at least THREE times. In 10 minutes. So pro sia.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to the library and looked through those NLB books.&lt;br /&gt;PC kept following us. Then when we were sitting at those chairs at the computers, one by one Corrina and Tiffany slunk away. SO BAD!!&lt;br /&gt;End up I sat in between Leslie andGarret. I was making nonsensical noises to everything that Garret was saying. HEE. It was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Lim is REALLY unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;And.. SILENCE PREVAILS. ROTFL!&lt;br /&gt;She made us complete that WS in such a short period of time!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I managed to complete. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool. I went to the locker to return Maggie's paints.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the ramp, saw Maggie, Wan Leng and Wee Ting.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. They gave me a present. And Wan Leng was like pretending like she wanted to hug me.&lt;br /&gt;Then she remembered that I'm Jaron. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Jia Qi also popped up and they all wished me a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my birthday is over already.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, all my fans out there, (lol) Melissa STILL accepts presents.&lt;br /&gt;(And Leslie!! I don't care. You owe me one!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked out to the main part of Bedok with Xin Yi.&lt;br /&gt;Waved to Yong Xiang but he didn't wave back. IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yi tried to make me wait with her.. TOO BAD!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Bedok Giant to buy those fruits needed.&lt;br /&gt;After completing my purchases, I went to Bedok library.. to use the toilet. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Met Leslie in the library..&lt;br /&gt;He told me that those books borrowed in school would beep when passing the sensors at the Bedok library.&lt;br /&gt;True enough, that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Maybe I didnt notice that it beeped because my music was too loud? lol&lt;br /&gt;Went to talk 87. Tried to convince Leslie to take but the lazy guy didnt want. =P&lt;br /&gt;Reached Corrina's house and waited outside for.. TWENTY MINUTES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A maid kept looking at me like I looked really suspicious. =)&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. Corrina arrived and we assembled the supplies.&lt;br /&gt;We needed to go buy custard cream so we went to the bamboo shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Tiffany wasn't there, I had to do most of the kneading and sifting.&lt;br /&gt;my neck and back and hands were SOOSSOSOO tired and sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some times, Corrina told me to go do my art while she arranged the stuff on the pastry before baking.&lt;br /&gt;Bernard followed me into the study room and we kept talking and talking.. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cooking was done. It was about 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;I was pooped. The kitchen looked like a tornado had swept through it.&lt;br /&gt;So tired. I took 59 home and we kept acting spastic at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;I was lame.. saying stuff like,"Goong zii, jin lai ah.. Hen pian yi de.." LOL&lt;br /&gt;On the bus home, fell asleep, AS USUAL.&lt;br /&gt;LALALALA. The end.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go off now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me too much.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. Don't bluff yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You're in denial. My favourite phrases =))) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115858986110676442?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115858986110676442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115858986110676442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115858986110676442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115858986110676442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/heeheehee.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115841326102386933</id><published>2006-09-16T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T06:27:41.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ADRIANO WAS NOT AT THE TEMASEK CHORALE THINGY.&lt;br /&gt;just in case. cos i forgot who asked me to look out for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH. just remembered that i still have geography homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;besides the OBSCENE amount of homework that mdm lim set.&lt;br /&gt;FOUR specimen papers from the maths tb. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up @ 9 plus n spent almost the WHOLE day doing the stupid maths..&lt;br /&gt;end up did only about 2 papers..&lt;br /&gt;hai yahhh. then tmr still gt maths tuition..&lt;br /&gt;where can i find the time to complete my homework???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to lunch at mos tomorrow. Cos BLEH Maggie didnt want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;That lazy girl wants her dad to send her home. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointment. arghh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115841326102386933?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115841326102386933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115841326102386933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115841326102386933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115841326102386933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/adriano-was-not-at-temasek-chorale.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115842070660313788</id><published>2006-09-16T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T08:31:46.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalalaa. just remembered yesterday @ the concert thingy&lt;br /&gt; i kept commenting on the performance n some of the ppl in the choir to wei yin&lt;br /&gt;n on the way back to the bugis station, we sing n sing n sing n embarass ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;n firdaus suddenly talk so much to me :)&lt;br /&gt;something like the shah alam trip like that..&lt;br /&gt;but not so much..&lt;br /&gt;i miss shah alam!!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss firdaus' imitation of ms lye and ms foo =))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115842070660313788?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115842070660313788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115842070660313788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115842070660313788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115842070660313788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/lalalaa.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115833429424780928</id><published>2006-09-15T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T08:43:34.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's lit, jia hao so funny! kept on saying about the A-B-A-B thing&lt;br /&gt;then science.. so crap sia..&lt;br /&gt;tiff, xin yi and i all banging the table to affect the reading of the ammeter or sth&lt;br /&gt;then we go to jason tt table when we switched.&lt;br /&gt;tiff did that stupid spoilt machine thingy. LOL&lt;br /&gt;so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then eng we learnt the stupid thing for newspaper reports..&lt;br /&gt;tiff n corr so OVER enthu lor.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school.. go choir.. blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to bugis..&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go to delifrance n eat&lt;br /&gt;but as i was with benny gangan n alvin, they din really want to go there..&lt;br /&gt;end up we decided to go to the food court&lt;br /&gt;we went there n i found a seat&lt;br /&gt;we looked up and saw.. YINGYING&lt;br /&gt;the rest were eating there so we immediately decided not to eat @ the food court.&lt;br /&gt;alvin wanted yoshinoya but i wanted delifrance so we 'scissors-paper-stone'ed&lt;br /&gt;i won!! so we went to delifrance lor.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted the potato gratin but they said that they were out of stock.. =(&lt;br /&gt;so end up i ate a setmeal with cheese n ham n tomato n lettuce n croissant n soup of the day n ice lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;i paid abt $9.40.. so ex&lt;br /&gt;ate.. benny n gangan kept laughing, saying that alvin's potato thingy looked like shit -.-&lt;br /&gt;reached the fountain where we were meeting everyone JUST in time..&lt;br /&gt;walked all the way to the NAFA  and talked a lot on the way&lt;br /&gt;i butt-bumped maggie @ the traffic light n shebanged into wee ting..&lt;br /&gt;then i was laughing away and walked a few steps backward, right into firdaus. lol&lt;br /&gt;then maggie laughed @ me n walked a few steps backward n pretended tt there was someone there n she bumped into tt person.&lt;br /&gt;true enough, she DID bump into a person!&lt;br /&gt;laughed like siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the performance.. i kept making comments.. =))&lt;br /&gt;so fun. some of the songs were v nice.. but the middle part mostly sucked i think.&lt;br /&gt;how can they be a gold choir??&lt;br /&gt;took mrt home with EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;talked to gangan n benny..&lt;br /&gt;dropped @ tampines.. went to walk a bit @ the pasar malam =))&lt;br /&gt;even though yingying told me not to.. dun care her.&lt;br /&gt;SO many ppl lor.. 10 plus liao they still shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sososo tired. haiyah. it din turn out well. tsk. nth i can do..&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/23978957-115833429424780928?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115833429424780928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115833429424780928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115833429424780928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115833429424780928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/todays-lit-jia-hao-so-funny-kept-on.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115824388137590527</id><published>2006-09-14T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T07:24:41.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today.. quite a bad day.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home ec/D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;jason n dingdong asked us to send 1 girl to join them to help out with the D&amp;amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;all 3 of us dunno who should go..&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we oh-ya-peh-ya-som. tiff was the odd one out so she was supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;but corrina n i felt so guilty! so end up all 3 of us didnt go to help out with their D&amp;T. lol&lt;br /&gt;we went to the computer lab 3.&lt;br /&gt;arghh. tiff keep on wanting to add fruits n kept asking me whether we should add this fruit or that fruit..&lt;br /&gt;In the end I told her not to ask me anything. so she went to ask corr&lt;br /&gt;but after awhile corr started to say "dunno" n "anything"&lt;br /&gt;Each time she wanted to add a new ingredient, I had to compute ALL the data AGAIN and everything. so i was v frustrated..&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY when i was done, I was like going in circles on the wheelie chair.&lt;br /&gt;jaron and zhan wei were like looking @ me..&lt;br /&gt;cos i was spinning around with a stupid look on my face. lol&lt;br /&gt;then i started being high..&lt;br /&gt;doing the cheerleading thing:&lt;br /&gt;"Go team, go team, go team, GO!"&lt;br /&gt;and doing the marriage thing with corrina. im the husband n corr is the wife&lt;br /&gt;"Here comes the bride with the BIG BACKSIDE!" lol. jk lah.&lt;br /&gt;and just doing lame stuff =))&lt;br /&gt;then music..&lt;br /&gt;our one sounded not bad..&lt;br /&gt;but xue wei whacked the tamborine so hard that mr ng scolded us lol&lt;br /&gt;and i used that stick to whack the thing and the ball kept flying off the stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. after recess.. lit&lt;br /&gt;okok lah..&lt;br /&gt;lol. IRON LION&lt;br /&gt;and MINI DISNEY. so gong =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then science then maths then eng.&lt;br /&gt;the 4 of them kena.. ai yoh.&lt;br /&gt;but i think they're sort of ok now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch.. just b4 gng mr rizal's, maggie went to buy peach tea.&lt;br /&gt;BIG MISTAKE&lt;br /&gt;the auntie asked them wat happened etc.. n talked for more than NINE minutes..&lt;br /&gt;lol. u noe how i know? cos i was TIMING it. =))&lt;br /&gt;i knew tt the auntie was gonna b v luo shuo.. so i timed her lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt mag n i go mr rizal's while wl went home&lt;br /&gt;keep on doing stupid stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;mag says something stupid&lt;br /&gt;i whack her&lt;br /&gt;she whacks me back&lt;br /&gt;she accidentally whacks her hand.&lt;br /&gt;i laugh at her&lt;br /&gt;i accidentally whack her hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame hor?&lt;br /&gt;n we kept saying tt we need to go toilet..&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt went to caltex.&lt;br /&gt;used the nice toilet there then went to buy a smoothie (moodie!)&lt;br /&gt;i actually had a craving for coffee. dunno why  ended up buying a smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! on the way to mr rizal's, i met heidi!! heidi foo frm kcp. rmb all my kindergarten days with her.&lt;br /&gt;then on the bus home, i saw su fern! but she duno me n i duno her. lol&lt;br /&gt;reached home quite late&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner n bathed n left immediately&lt;br /&gt;@ tuition tt jiong hao like crazy liddat..&lt;br /&gt;duno why today so guai. lol. usually keep giving the teacher problems..&lt;br /&gt;n he go n pull my hair. -.-&lt;br /&gt;QUIT MOLESTING MY HAIR!!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;went to buy coffee after tuition. n 8days as a bday treat. lol. actually i swore off buying magazines cos they're a waste of moneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home in time to see jasmine singing.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;JASMINE SINGING= JASMINE OUT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaa. cant wait to rub it in wz's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! tmr gng to see concert. dun even noe how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;later tmr alvin, gangan, benny n i all got lost.. then we miss the whole concert. lol&lt;br /&gt;blogblogblog. my dad wanna scold liao.. i gtg now.. dun miss me too much! HEEHEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115824388137590527?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115824388137590527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115824388137590527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115824388137590527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115824388137590527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/today.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115815417089735727</id><published>2006-09-13T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T07:25:03.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>family treeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daughters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda - oldest (AH MA!!) daughter&lt;br /&gt;zara - 2nd&lt;br /&gt;Tiff- 3rd&lt;br /&gt;mag &amp; khaalisah?? - 4th n 5th&lt;br /&gt;gangan - 6th&lt;br /&gt;melissa - 7th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LILY!! lol. leslie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;father's bro, uncle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason (i duno him n he duno me. -.-. dunno y i wrote here..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;corrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Granddaughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan leng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min san&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er. dunno who else. tell me who to add! i will add anyone who i left out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115815417089735727?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115815417089735727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115815417089735727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115815417089735727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115815417089735727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/family-treeeee-me.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115815305108955070</id><published>2006-09-13T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T06:10:51.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala.&lt;br /&gt;so bored. shal write some random stuff down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEI GE-EEEEER.&lt;br /&gt;heeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH GARRET!! NEVER ZIP UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;=))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganGAAAAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er.. what else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMDUM DIDIDI DUMDUM DIDIDIDI DUMDUM DIDIDI DUM DI DUM DI DUM DI DUM..&lt;br /&gt;RYAN ROCKS!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;MUST WATCH NEXT SEASON OF SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE!!&lt;br /&gt;jonathan should win!! NOT JASMINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala. nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ D&amp;amp;T it was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;haha. i did practically nothing :))&lt;br /&gt;just stand there n entertain myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the buffing machine&lt;br /&gt;dingdong's clay/wax thingy.. kept making the 'zzzzt!' sound =D&lt;br /&gt;and tiffany's SUPER LOUD shouts. TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;once was when she was calling jason. n then min san. HAHAA. so embarassing man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth to blog about. so siannnnn.&lt;br /&gt;did maths ws just now. for tuition. so GUAI!&lt;br /&gt;while watching tv. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;animal planet.&lt;br /&gt;the dogs were SO CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;siansiansian. sooo sian!!!! ARH&lt;br /&gt;shall go n watch bleach and naruto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115815305108955070?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115815305108955070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115815305108955070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115815305108955070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115815305108955070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115806633144785751</id><published>2006-09-12T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:05:31.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh&lt;br /&gt;for pe we had to gymnastics..&lt;br /&gt;luckily for me.. i could bank on my back muscle problem..&lt;br /&gt;so i was the only girl who didnt have to do&lt;br /&gt;the guys so pro lor..&lt;br /&gt;so many din do..&lt;br /&gt;wei zhou then hanafi then garret. one by one told ms lim&lt;br /&gt;but.. wz n hanafi had to go pick litter!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;i just sat there giving support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt, MT..&lt;br /&gt;i was actually just doing my zhong qiu he ca during the whole thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then recess.&lt;br /&gt;then geog...&lt;br /&gt;woo. nicenice.&lt;br /&gt;watched parts of the day after tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i watched it @ home n the effects were so nice.&lt;br /&gt;n ms fang's apple comp is sooo nice!&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i love those apple thingies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. during eng, PULL MY HAIR OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;so frustrated..&lt;br /&gt;my compo din flow, xw n xy kept asking me questions.&lt;br /&gt;end up i just decided to answer them..&lt;br /&gt;then.. we started talking abt the 'ge's&lt;br /&gt;so ah fa = fa ge = f**ker&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;then ah sa = sa ge = sucker&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;ah wei = wei ge = viagra = JIA WEE!!&lt;br /&gt;heheeehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths peer tutoring..&lt;br /&gt;i was like running around being lame cos corr n tiff were chasing each other around lol&lt;br /&gt;keep calling jia wee wei ge.&lt;br /&gt;THEN. suddenly xue wei GRABBED me.&lt;br /&gt;wah lao. =D&lt;br /&gt;so pain! then i was like trying to escape&lt;br /&gt;n she wanted to RAPE ME!! lol&lt;br /&gt;no lah she just had a DEATH grip on my shirt&lt;br /&gt;i finally managed to escape.&lt;br /&gt;n galindo or min san or sth was like :" GANG RAPE!" when corrina appeared to help xw.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;then.. i was so jian during maths peer tutoring&lt;br /&gt;i did all except for the graph&lt;br /&gt;then mdm lim asked me y dun have&lt;br /&gt;n i just said tt i did grp work with mag n our graph was with her&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pasir ris interchange to make my card&lt;br /&gt;dragged wan leng along, making all those jaron jokes. heehee&lt;br /&gt;then went to macs to get a drink cos i was DYING.&lt;br /&gt;on the way out, i saw xin yue.&lt;br /&gt;wave wave wave until so enthu =)))&lt;br /&gt;took 21 home n slept in the nice wheelchair accessible bus with nice new seats. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115806633144785751?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115806633144785751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115806633144785751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115806633144785751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115806633144785751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/argh-for-pe-we-had-to-gymnastics.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115781235781389635</id><published>2006-09-09T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T02:29:06.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a horrible english remedial..&lt;br /&gt;Tiff, Corr and I went to KFC for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;After eating, Corrina went to meet her mum while Tiff n I went to PP&lt;br /&gt;lol. We forgot that it was a Saturday.. got shuttle bus&lt;br /&gt;so we took 197 there.&lt;br /&gt;when dropping, I saw someone who resembled PC. lucky it wasnt her..&lt;br /&gt;Tiff n i went to MPH.. then to all those normal shops..&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the Giant tt level, i suggested that we go watch a movie @ princess.&lt;br /&gt;I treat lah.. seeing tt im so nice (lol)..&lt;br /&gt;So tiffany was like "OK!"&lt;br /&gt;so we took the elevator down&lt;br /&gt;then she said tt she bu hao yi si cos she would be spending my monehhh&lt;br /&gt;so she say dun want..&lt;br /&gt;then we took the elevator up.&lt;br /&gt;then i said that its ok.. so...&lt;br /&gt;we took the elevator down..&lt;br /&gt;lol. duno how many times we did that&lt;br /&gt;end up, we waited @ the queue for the shuttle bus.&lt;br /&gt;talktalktalk... end up..&lt;br /&gt;we went back into PP..&lt;br /&gt;bought old chang kee&lt;br /&gt;went to watsons..&lt;br /&gt;after awhile we had to go&lt;br /&gt;took 15 back..&lt;br /&gt;tiffany nearly shouted "BLOODY PAD!" in the bus&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;n there was a small boy n his mum sitting in front of us!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115781235781389635?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115781235781389635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115781235781389635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115781235781389635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115781235781389635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-horrible-english-remedial.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115770967561563141</id><published>2006-09-08T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T03:01:15.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>siannnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored. so i come n blog.&lt;br /&gt;so bo liao...&lt;br /&gt;maybe go n watch some more my lovely samsoon.&lt;br /&gt;gonna finish watching liao.. last few episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i read finish the memoirs of a geisha. so niceeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;tmr gt eng remedial.&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna go watch movie after tt??&lt;br /&gt;devil wears prada. PRADAAAAAAA. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after choir, camilie, gangan, alvin n i were like quarreling..&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to take 17. alvin wanted to take 28&lt;br /&gt;then camilie actually wanted to take 17 too. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;then end up we took 28. diao.&lt;br /&gt;quarrel so long for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gangan. i think nvm. i wear pe tmr. not choir tee.  but if u want then just tell me lor.&lt;br /&gt;call or msn or sth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what they need are jingling spiurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;booTs of crimson leather (BOOTS, sengie..  not BOOBS!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brooches set with pearls and gems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;caps with egret feather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that befits a MAGGGG YARRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115770967561563141?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115770967561563141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115770967561563141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115770967561563141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115770967561563141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/siannnnnn-im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115764249159523000</id><published>2006-09-07T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T08:21:31.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghh. i have a blog specially for quizzes. its in my links. as 'quizzes'&lt;br /&gt;but. i post 1 post then blogger send me an email saying tt they think its a spam blog. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so i haf to wait for them to approve tt its not a spammer's blog b4 i can post more quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. i went to mr rizal's tuition.&lt;br /&gt;after tt went to bedok interchange macs to get my lunch b4 making my way to sch.&lt;br /&gt;@ the bedok macs, i saw a guy.&lt;br /&gt;i just glanced @ tt guy. then i realised tt he looked like someone i knew.&lt;br /&gt;THEN. i realised tt he looked like one of those korean guys who lived in my house last time.&lt;br /&gt;i kept on looking @ tt guy.&lt;br /&gt;then i think he noticed me looking @ him or sth.&lt;br /&gt;so pai seh!!&lt;br /&gt;my mum told me tt those korean guys who lived with us migrated to australia.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it wasnt him. lol. PAI SEH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next.. went to workshop..&lt;br /&gt;ding dong wasnt there..&lt;br /&gt;ate my lunch in the workshop&lt;br /&gt;then went downstairs to see if he was in the first workshop&lt;br /&gt;he wasnt.. i asked gangan to borrow her phone.&lt;br /&gt;called ding dong. he said tt he was grounded n couldnt come out to do D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;wth. end up i was the only one frm my grp there.&lt;br /&gt;min hui said tt tiff actually wanted to come or sth..&lt;br /&gt;n corr n dingdong gt grounded.&lt;br /&gt;n jason gt competition.&lt;br /&gt;siansianSIAN.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to get materials n stuff&lt;br /&gt;the other day mr lim told me tt he was gonna close the workshop @ 5&lt;br /&gt;then today he say he closing @ 3.&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAOOOOo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only had abt half an hr to do the dnt stuff&lt;br /&gt;end up gangan help me to cut the stuff using scroll saw.&lt;br /&gt;AHEM. announcement. i have a new daughter : GANGAN&lt;br /&gt;n i shall forsake DADDEEE n stand on GANGAN's side when we're quarreling online. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. if leslie wants to try n entice me over to his side.. im open to betraying gangan n going over to the 'gangan n garret' group.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;THAT is called pure evil.&lt;br /&gt;so i deserve the most evil person award. NOT gangan.&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. @ the workhop left garret (ahem ahem) lol, leslie, jaron (with the retainer thing stuck in his mouth lol), wei zhou n... gt one more right? i forgot who.&lt;br /&gt;left them n us 3 girls gangan min hui and MEE&lt;br /&gt;the cleaning woman made us clean the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;like wth?? we din even dirty the place lor..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when we were leaving, the woman go n say to mrlim&lt;br /&gt;"you see those 3 girls, so good.. They help to clean up. not like those boys.. just sit there.."&lt;br /&gt;blahblah&lt;br /&gt;if she treasured our help so much, she should haf given us CIP hours man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with gangan on 28&lt;br /&gt;after tt i tried to switch on my comp n use but the stupid modem got prob..&lt;br /&gt;so i was trying n trying for abt one and a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;argghh.&lt;br /&gt;i was so despo for a use of the comp..&lt;br /&gt;withdrawal symptoms.. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost read finish the memoirs of a geisha.&lt;br /&gt;got 1 RA pt on sex. but on the whole, the book is SOSOSOSOOO nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to read memoirs. YAY!! gimme moremoremore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some phrases in ah lian english:&lt;br /&gt;euu habb laorrenchiidaiizhen aarrh? whiiee euu neeba buaii miie a prezzentt?&lt;br /&gt;you haf lao ren chi dai zhen ah? why you never buy me a present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii lurrbe euu shho much dahhliing. muaaxxx&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much darling. muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whiiee euu isshh taalkkiin liiddattx derrh? shho aact guaaii&lt;br /&gt;why are you talking like that? so act guai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;euu berri kawaiii lehhxx.&lt;br /&gt;you very act cute leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;euuu isshh verrii derr funnii worrhx (lol. tiff dun scold me)&lt;br /&gt;you are very funny. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miie todaee MUAX wibb miie boifwenzz&lt;br /&gt;i kissed my bf today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;euu isshh berrii derrhx wott lorhx&lt;br /&gt;you are very what lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ish sho handsum. pring ish so kawaaiii. iilorbehhym.&lt;br /&gt;he is so handsome. pring(a guy) is so cute. i love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;euu all dun00 hw to readd ouRr kinDda engliiSh nehhx. maybe. iis n0rtt u all dunCh understaNdd whRr ur la0huayan de sPectacles aRggs? ohh u g0rtt la0renchiidaiizhen. sadd f0r euu&lt;br /&gt;you all duno how to read our english ah? maybe its not that you dont understand but that u need to wear specs? ohh. you haf short term memory. sad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heysh gurrl ii wan twuu dribt awaey wiib euu&lt;br /&gt;hey girl, i want to drift away with you. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hEyHeYx~! doo urr homew0rk ferxt b4 euu g0 0ut kkayss?&lt;br /&gt;heyhey! do yr hw 1st b4 u go out k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haii yah i n0oes la euus g0 wabbish dwamp gett derhh h0rhs. hen ha0s ehhs, can teach pipos derh way euus save.&lt;br /&gt;hai yah. i noe la. u went to rubbish dump to get it. v gd leh. it can teach ppl how to save.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115764249159523000?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115764249159523000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115764249159523000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115764249159523000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115764249159523000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115755452573586471</id><published>2006-09-06T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T07:55:25.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people have all the time in the world to spam other people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;why i never kena?&lt;br /&gt;i want! i like to argue=))&lt;br /&gt;ok. i prefer flooding to spamming though.&lt;br /&gt;reading spamming is interesting. n entertaining. =)&lt;br /&gt;private joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched my lovely samsoon.&lt;br /&gt;now until episode 15&lt;br /&gt;the 7 things samshik had to do with samsoon was so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;i loved the dancing and singing part!&lt;br /&gt;i gave gangan the urls to watch&lt;br /&gt;n she (nearly) got hooked onto the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memoirs of a geisha is a book that i would recommend.&lt;br /&gt;nicenice. i havent even read till half the book but from what i read, its a very interesting n descriptive book.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could have watched the show.&lt;br /&gt;only that it was a bloody NC16!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch the devil wears prada too!&lt;br /&gt;i want to spend spend spend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone knows ting xie what lessons?&lt;br /&gt;n can help me print some pics ?=D&lt;br /&gt;n how to write 'zhong qiu jie kuai le' ?&lt;br /&gt;i know how to write jie kuai le only. zhong qiu.. im nt v sure. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i think i've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;shall try not to lose my temper n patience so easily..&lt;br /&gt;lalalaaa&lt;br /&gt;but its not a good thing to suppress yourself so much.&lt;br /&gt;or change yrself so much.&lt;br /&gt;should just let nature run its course. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sian now.&lt;br /&gt;finally decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;im bored shitless. arghh&lt;br /&gt;i have diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;i drank SOOO much water today.&lt;br /&gt;n my mum told me tt thats a sign of diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;woo! yay.&lt;br /&gt;i may have to amputate!&lt;br /&gt;im so excited. wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis went to get braces.&lt;br /&gt;she looks like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;n she STILL acts like a bloody bitch&lt;br /&gt;stupid lor. i wanna watch tv n chat online @ the same time&lt;br /&gt;n shes like:" melissa, you choose. tv or computer. don't use both at once."&lt;br /&gt;n i call her a bitch n shes like:" say that again! if pa hears tt he will whack you ah!"&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck lor.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if she was a guy, i would not only haf slapped her lor.&lt;br /&gt;i would haf punched her.&lt;br /&gt;idiot. freak. asshole. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;she just wants to save electricity.&lt;br /&gt;save electricity my shit ah.&lt;br /&gt;always use comp until 2 am liddat. save wat shit electricity?&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH. i must stop this. stop swearing!!&lt;br /&gt;i shall act gentle:&lt;br /&gt;that dumb girl is so hateful&lt;br /&gt;i feel sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;her anger is destroying her.&lt;br /&gt;let us help her to become a better person by..&lt;br /&gt;telling her to go for anger management classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO SIAN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115755452573586471?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115755452573586471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115755452573586471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115755452573586471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115755452573586471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-people-have-all-time-in-world-to.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115753103324055743</id><published>2006-09-06T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T01:25:31.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my lovely sam soon is sososooo touching!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;ahh!! so nice man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memoirs of a geisha is SO nice to read!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;im a bit siao today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE! PLEASE flood my tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a lonely old woman!! or should i say lonely old man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;Now i know my ABCs&lt;br /&gt;next time won't you sing with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baa baa black sheep have you any wool?&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir, yes sir 3 bags full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder what you are&lt;br /&gt;Up above the world so wide&lt;br /&gt;Like a diamond in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH. im BORED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115753103324055743?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115753103324055743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115753103324055743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115753103324055743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115753103324055743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-lovely-sam-soon-is-sososooo.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115738154707173716</id><published>2006-09-04T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T07:52:27.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up to do stomp @ macs.&lt;br /&gt;reach 10 mins early.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was late..&lt;br /&gt;walked around the interchange once. just to while away the time&lt;br /&gt;lame hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai yah.. fast foward to now lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDEEEE (lol. its leslie), gan gan n i are crapping away.&lt;br /&gt;made my bad mood disappear.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. thank god for the 2 of them&lt;br /&gt;being lamelamelamelamelamelamelame!!!&lt;br /&gt;garret and xuan xuan&lt;br /&gt;LOL. jk lah&lt;br /&gt;leslie and... (i think he should remain single. for MY sake =)) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115738154707173716?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115738154707173716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115738154707173716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115738154707173716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115738154707173716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/woke-up-to-do-stomp-macs.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115737925274527918</id><published>2006-09-04T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T07:14:14.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This entry is dedicated to melissa KUNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, to start off, i want to say that ming dao IS goodlooking. He is goodlooking n u are JEALOUS. HAHAH. And ming dao is AC BUT i think he succeeds @ being cool.&lt;br /&gt;{And by the way, he can't sing.}  --- i gt no comment. nv heard him sing.&lt;br /&gt;None of the 183 club members can sing, dance and act. ---- i honestly DONT care&lt;br /&gt;And neither of them looks shuai. They are ugly. --- he IS gdlooking&lt;br /&gt;{Although i'm uglier.} ---- i wont disagree la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, DURIAN SUCKS. It is smelly AND squishy AND gross AND smells like FART. YUCK. And if you buy those ice-cream like type, it is EVEN more gross. EW. it is soft, squishy, gross, smelly, smells like fart and even worse, like COLD fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, you ARE zi lian. you LOVE yourself to the core. Although not as much as i love choir and ME. But i KNOW you love yourself. And those pictures you took wassnt to see if the camera is good enought to withstand your ugliness. it was to see if they made u look as good as u think u are!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I WANT TO GET BRACES. YOU WANT TO GET BRACES. BOTH OF US WANTS TO GET BRACES. Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{no comment. so lamelamelame}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. Melissa KUNG, if you read this, you better b satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;lol. i just copied the entry n edited it.&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/23978957-115737925274527918?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115737925274527918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115737925274527918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115737925274527918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115737925274527918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-entry-is-dedicated-to-melissa.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115737542823751264</id><published>2006-09-04T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T06:10:28.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE--&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'M BORED, YOU'RE BORED, HERE ARE SOME RANDOM QUESTIONS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ARE YOU CURRENTLY GROUNDED?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU SNORE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes. my sleep apnea lor. make me cannot breathe when sleeping &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;halfhalf &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF "REALITY" TV?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;its not REAL &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YESSSS &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WERE YOU A CUTE BABY?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i think yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yeaa &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;black &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;IS BARBIE SEXY?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no wayyyy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no. but i WANT to &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;singing? duno lah talking crap lor &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;europe &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;IS JAY LENO FUNNY?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;okok la &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;CAN YOU SWIM?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ya &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVE "DONNIE DARKO"?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ARE YOU A VIRGIN?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no lol. jk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE OZONE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOSTIE POP?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;howd i noe? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON AN AIRPLANE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ARE YOU AN ONLY CHILD?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU PREFER ELECTRIC OR MANUAL PENCIL SHARPENERS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;electric. im LAZY &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;whatever. it doesnt concern me &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nth &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID "I LOVE YOU"?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;longlong ago &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;IS TUPAC STILL ALIVE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU CRY AT WEDDINGS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;scrambled, poached or halfboiled &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ARE BLONDES DUMB?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;howd i noe? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT TIME IS IT?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;9 on the dot &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;IS MCDONALD'S DISGUSTING?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHO'S YOUR HERO?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;HIM! =)))) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ARE YOU IN LOVE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sort of &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;longlongago &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;baths &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;IS SANTA CLAUSE REAL?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR NECK KISSED?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ew. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;duno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;CRUNCHY PEANUT BUTTER OR REGULAR?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;regular. i dun like crunchy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;twice &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;HOW LOUD DO YOU SNEEZE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;almost no sound &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR BEST FRIEND'S NAME?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;duno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHO'S BETTER: STONE COLD OR THE ROCK?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;stone cold!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ARE YOU PSYCHIC?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a teeny weeny bit lol &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;HAVE YOU READ "CATCHER IN THE RYE"?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no. heard of it though &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;CAN YOU SKATEBOARD?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER STOLEN ANYTHING?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU LIKE CAMPING?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ARE YOU HORNY?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU SNORT WHEN YOU LAUGH?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ARE DOGS A MAN'S BEST FRIEND?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSEPAD?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no mouse pad. mouse pads are for LOSERS!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no. I WANT!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ARE YOU A RACIST?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;IS IT COLD OUTSIDE TODAY?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DOES SIZE MATTER?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;salmon &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU WEAR NAIL POLISH?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN KISSED?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WHAT'S THE MOST ANNOYING TV COMMERCIAL?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;duno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S17647/I" html="" title="I'M BORED, YOU'RE BORED, HERE ARE SOME RANDOM QUESTIONS."&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!--END BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115737542823751264?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115737542823751264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115737542823751264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115737542823751264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115737542823751264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-bored-youre-bored-here-are-some.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115737460147657502</id><published>2006-09-04T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T05:56:41.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Birthday: 16 september. 2 weeks later.-hint-&lt;br /&gt;*Eyes: dark&lt;br /&gt;*Hair: Dark&lt;br /&gt;*Height: 160++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;*Flown on a plane: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;*Ever been so drunk you black out: nah&lt;br /&gt;*Told a guy/girl that you liked them: erm.&lt;br /&gt;*Put a body part on fire for amusement: no, in my dream maybe&lt;br /&gt;*Had a crush on a friend's boyfriend/girlfriend: nope.&lt;br /&gt;*Been hurt emotionally: haha. nope.&lt;br /&gt;*Had an imaginary friend: i don't think so. *hi! this is fred, my friend. u can see him? oh too bad. hahah. hes just a figment of my imagination*&lt;br /&gt;*Wanted to hook up with a friend: ahem?!&lt;br /&gt;*Ever thought an animated character was hot: YEH! conan the barbarian! nolah. they're all so NOT HOT.&lt;br /&gt;*Been on stage: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;*Cut your hair on your own: yes&lt;br /&gt;*Had a crush on a teacher: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISH EACH SENTENCE&lt;br /&gt;*Let's walk in the: beach&lt;br /&gt;*Let's run through: our lives&lt;br /&gt;*Let's look at the: asshole who's sticking his fat ass into my face&lt;br /&gt;*What a nice: house.&lt;br /&gt;*Why can't you: understand me.&lt;br /&gt;*Silly little: papa. (leslie) HAHAHHAAA&lt;br /&gt;*Show me some: mooning!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;*Tell me: why, ain;t nothing but a heartache... (its a SONG by BSB!!!)&lt;br /&gt;*Hide me: UNDERNEATH YOUR CLOTHES.. (lol. the shakira song)&lt;br /&gt;*Love me, he loves me not *plucks flower leaf*&lt;br /&gt;*He has not: brushed his teeth! the smelly guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;*Run away: contemplated, yes. done the act, no.&lt;br /&gt;*Skipped school: no.. i v GUAI&lt;br /&gt;*Broken someone's heart: Only if they deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;*Been in love: mmm.&lt;br /&gt;*Cried when someone died: no one close died yet, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;*Wanted someone you knew you couldn't have: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER&lt;br /&gt;*Scruff or clean shaven: clean.&lt;br /&gt;*Blondes or Brunettes: doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;*Tall or short: tall..&lt;br /&gt;*Pants or shorts: shorts.&lt;br /&gt;*Night or day: Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO:&lt;br /&gt;*Makes you laugh the most: aha alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;*Makes you smile: (: alot of people too. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;*Has a crush on you: dunno. you know? would you like to tell meee...&lt;br /&gt;*Do you have a crush on: nah.&lt;br /&gt;*Who has it easier? Guys or Girls: guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON&lt;br /&gt;*You talked to: leslie&lt;br /&gt;*You hugged: my bro&lt;br /&gt;*You kissed: long long ago. aha.&lt;br /&gt;*You yelled at: cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;*You thought about: skip.&lt;br /&gt;*Who broke your heart: skip. can we not talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;*Who told you they loved you: hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;*Color your hair: nope.&lt;br /&gt;*Have tattoos: no, never.&lt;br /&gt;*Have piercings: nope&lt;br /&gt;*Have a Bf/Gf: no.&lt;br /&gt;*Own a web Cam: no.&lt;br /&gt;*Own a thong: no.&lt;br /&gt;*Sprechen Sie Deutsch: no. i dont speak german. haha! YEAH! i understood tt sentence.&lt;br /&gt;*Speak spanish: nah.&lt;br /&gt;*Parle francaise: no. i dont understand frenc either. HAHAHAA i can tell wat language it is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF&lt;br /&gt;*This quiz: as all quizzes, lame. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115737460147657502?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115737460147657502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115737460147657502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115737460147657502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115737460147657502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthday-16-september.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115737388228630717</id><published>2006-09-04T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T05:44:42.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A - Age : 13 going on 14 (2 more weeks!)&lt;br /&gt;B - Band listening to right now : no idea.&lt;br /&gt;C - Career in future: entertainment thingies...&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's name: henry&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest person to talk to: hmm.&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite band at the moment: DONT KNOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: Worms.&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: singapore, red hill&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments: recorder [lol], piano/keyboard, drum set, a bit of the flute, my throat!&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: twins! adopted.&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest car ride ever: to KL&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name: LC. TLC. tender loving care! lol&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of siblings: 2. older sis n bro.&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobia[s]: zilch&lt;br /&gt;Q - Favorite Quote from a song: "you love me but you don't know who i am.."&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile: manymany. but also 'manymany' reasons to cry.&lt;br /&gt;S - Song you sang last: feeling good&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you woke up: today? 7.30&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about me: urgh. im not gonna say&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: bitter gourd. n carrot&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit: aha. i've got alot of bad habits leh&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: 1 or 2. mostly for my back..&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food: maany.&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign: monkehhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115737388228630717?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115737388228630717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115737388228630717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115737388228630717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115737388228630717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/age-13-going-on-14-2-more-weeks-b-band.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115737329754302724</id><published>2006-09-04T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T05:34:57.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Would you prefer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1)a simple life or a complicated one? simple, but i'm leading a  complicated life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)wealth or health? health! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)having lots of acquaintances or just 1 true friend? haha, both can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)the skies or the sea? both =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)leaving ur happiness to fate or fight for it? FIGHT FOR IT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)popularity or wealth? popularity with abit of wealth     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)sun or rain? rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)guys or gals? half half lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)black or brighter colours like red? dark colours to match my dark moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)dogs or cats? dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)a GF or many crush-s? i want a HOT gf. afterall, i AM a guy. LOL. no lah. a bf puhlease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) getting married or single? single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) happy or sad? now's kinda sad-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) tall or short? tall! yay i love tall people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) gaming or socialising? socialising, as the doc put it, msn. hahah x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)day or night? night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) shoe or slippers/sandals? slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Tv or computer? computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) tan or fair? tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) chocolates or candies? choc. im nt tt hot abt candy anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) chilli or kechup? ew. i hate condiments. cept tartar sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) to be someone else or urself? depends on who the someone else is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) mags or newspaper? most prob mags. cos im a gossipy girl! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) be a nerd or dork? nerd. i read somewhere tt even though both definitions r around the same, a nerd is smart while a dork is.. dorky! like .. toot lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) hang yourself or jump off building? jump off building!! its my fantasy to experience travelling @ high speeds w/o anything stopping me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) have bad fame or just ordinary? ordinary is best =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) noodles or rice?  depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) cancelled question: ooookkkaaaayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) klutz or clumsy? clumsy. its seriously better man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) own a car or a house?a bit of both! i want a CARAVAN! oooo!!!! lol. i sound ditzy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) living a long, sad life or living a not-so-short happy life? not-so-short happy life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) apples or grapes? sometimes the former. sometimes the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) 24 hours or 1 day? 1 day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) talk or msn? halfhalf lah. i like both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) laughing or crying ? halfhalfffffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) boys or mixed sch? mixed. tts y i din go KC!! cos PRSS is mixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) perfect or inperfect? imperfect. its too much to expect anyone to b perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) having fun or slogging at a part time job? FUNFUNFUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) being chatty or quiet?  depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) surprises or being delighted? surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) yes or ok? er.. yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; part2.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Where am i now? home.(:&lt;br /&gt;2) Who you want to see now? himhimhim&lt;br /&gt;3) What am i doing now? blogging la duh. and chatting.&lt;br /&gt;4) What am i wearing? chijkcp choir tee n indescript shorts.&lt;br /&gt;5) What i want to do? i duno. i just feel stressed n tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6) Do i like my class? hmm. some parts of the class. not the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;wad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7) CCA? choir rocks. :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8) I feeling like drinking? wine. i wanna drink myself silly n get a hangover&lt;br /&gt;9) I feel like eating? cookie dough. something really comforting. duno y i feel so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;10) Last time i really enjoyed myself? duno. it seems light years away..&lt;br /&gt;11) How many best friends do i have now? haha. define best friends..&lt;br /&gt;12) want more friends? yesyesyes&lt;br /&gt;13) what moivie do i feel like watching now? DEVIL WEARS PRADA&lt;br /&gt;14) like horror shows? yes. love to try scaring myself.&lt;br /&gt;15) What am i scared of most? dunno&lt;br /&gt;16) any phobias? no idea&lt;br /&gt;17) View of life? it sucks @ times n sometimes.. it just rocks. right now, it just sucks..&lt;br /&gt;18)  I have plans for my future? yehhh. loads of stuff. duno if i haf the motivation to do them&lt;br /&gt;19) Aspiration? something in the entertainment industry&lt;br /&gt;20) What i hate most? i duno. i abhor so many stuff its an unending list&lt;br /&gt;21) Best good quality in me? hmm. too many. =)&lt;br /&gt;22) The worst habit i have? i dont know. n many of u wont hesitate to tell me right? maybe my worst quality is my pessimism.&lt;br /&gt;23) Believe in Horoscope? YESYES! heehee. duno y. but i liek to read mine. n it usually is true. creepy huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u have 3 wishs, what will u wish for?&lt;br /&gt;1. be happy&lt;br /&gt;2. feel contented with my lot in life&lt;br /&gt;3. have everything going for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ur BF and mother both dropped into the sea, who will u save?&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahahaahaha i like my friend's ans. "my mum can swim so.."&lt;br /&gt;MY mum can swim too(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurve:&lt;br /&gt;1) Have a crush now? yea&lt;br /&gt;2) have hw many Ex-s? t.w.o.&lt;br /&gt;3) liked someone older? ya. technically he IS older..&lt;br /&gt;4) do i want to get married? no&lt;br /&gt;5) Maximum age gap? 6&lt;br /&gt;6) Will marry someone older? can lor&lt;br /&gt;7) Will i lie to the one i love? try not to&lt;br /&gt;8) Am i romantic? i think so.&lt;br /&gt;9) Someone had a crush on me? how would i noe?&lt;br /&gt;10) How many crushs do i have now? argh. 2.&lt;br /&gt;11) Think that someone have a crush on me now? nah.&lt;br /&gt;12) Can love turn me upside down? yes. very much upside down.&lt;br /&gt;13) Want a gf now? YES *proposes to tiffany. will u marry me!* lol.&lt;br /&gt;15) What's my Point of view of love? whatever. too tired to think of sappy stuff&lt;br /&gt;16) If a guy asks for ur number on the streets, what will i do? give him my email..&lt;br /&gt;17) If a normal fren of mine  suddenly got interested in me, i will.. tt'd be WEIRD.. too impossible.&lt;br /&gt;18) What do i dislike most about gals? gossipy-ness. i hate it but i love it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115737329754302724?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115737329754302724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115737329754302724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115737329754302724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115737329754302724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/would-you-prefer.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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-23978957.post-115737158697474739</id><published>2006-09-04T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T05:06:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FEAR OF:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the dark&lt;br /&gt;[ ] staying single&lt;br /&gt;[x] getting married&lt;br /&gt;[x] being a parent&lt;br /&gt;[x] giving birth&lt;br /&gt;[x] being myself in front of others&lt;br /&gt;[ ] open spaces&lt;br /&gt;[ ] closed spaces&lt;br /&gt;[ ] heights&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dogs&lt;br /&gt;[x(crows lahh) ] birds&lt;br /&gt;[x] spiders and/or other insects&lt;br /&gt;[ ] driving or being in cars&lt;br /&gt;[ ] flying&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being put to sleep (anesthesia)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] flowers or other plants&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being touched [depends on what type of touch..]&lt;br /&gt;[x] fire&lt;br /&gt;[ ] water&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the ocean&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pools&lt;br /&gt;[x ] failure&lt;br /&gt;[ ] success&lt;br /&gt;[ ] germs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] thunder/lightning&lt;br /&gt;[ ] frogs/toads&lt;br /&gt;[x] mice/rats&lt;br /&gt;[x] jumping from high places&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snow&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rain&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wind&lt;br /&gt;[x] cemeteries&lt;br /&gt;[ ] clowns&lt;br /&gt;[ ] large crowds&lt;br /&gt;[x] demons or evil&lt;br /&gt;[ ] crossing bridges&lt;br /&gt;[x] death&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hell&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Heaven&lt;br /&gt;[x] being robbed&lt;br /&gt;[x] being sexually assaulted&lt;br /&gt;[ ] men&lt;br /&gt;[ ] women&lt;br /&gt;[ ] having great responsibility&lt;br /&gt;[ ] doctors, including dentists&lt;br /&gt;[x] tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;[x] hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being punished&lt;br /&gt;[x] diseases, including cancer and STD's&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snakes&lt;br /&gt;[x] sharks&lt;br /&gt;[x] dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;[ ] poverty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ghosts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Halloween&lt;br /&gt;[ ] school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] trains or railroads&lt;br /&gt;[x] fear&lt;br /&gt;[x] being alone&lt;br /&gt;[x] losing my friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] being blind to things&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being deaf&lt;br /&gt;[ ] growing up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being murdered in my sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23978957.post-115737138694681514</id><published>2006-09-04T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T05:03:06.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chocolate or strawberry&lt;br /&gt;choc!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;single or taken&lt;br /&gt;single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you love your life now&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u have feelings for someone&lt;br /&gt;sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you prefer reality or fantasy&lt;br /&gt;hurrr. i prefer a mix of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you rather be a princess with money all or be a slave with someone who loves you&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. a bit of both can? a princess with monehhh n someone who loves me. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats ur name.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, isnt this abit late. MELISSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whens ur birthday.&lt;br /&gt;160992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the most u scared of.&lt;br /&gt;no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do you miss now.&lt;br /&gt;my lips are sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hawthorne heights or a7x.&lt;br /&gt;a7x. i duno wat it is but a7x sounds muchmuch cooler. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panic! at the disco or matchbook romance with your date.&lt;br /&gt;panic @ the disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punkrock or goth.&lt;br /&gt;punk rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyeliners or lipstick&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeee. i hate both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u rather kiss a frog or die.&lt;br /&gt;kiss a frog. i LOVE frogs!!! hahahaa. no lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u love jiwang songs.&lt;br /&gt;er. jiwang? =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what song u hearing now.&lt;br /&gt;feeling good. by michael buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why u hear tht song.&lt;br /&gt;cos its:&lt;br /&gt;1. nice&lt;br /&gt;2. benny recommended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo or hiphop.&lt;br /&gt;hiphop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black or pink.&lt;br /&gt;black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather suffer or kill by someone u love.&lt;br /&gt;killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you still hearing the song.&lt;br /&gt;yes. tts a dumb question u noe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23978957-115737138694681514?l=scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/feeds/115737138694681514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23978957&amp;postID=115737138694681514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115737138694681514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23978957/posts/default/115737138694681514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scars-and-scabs.blogspot.com/2006/09/chocolate-or-strawberry-choc-single-or.html' title=''/><author><name>*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506552325320524314</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>
