<?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-11463732</id><updated>2011-10-06T20:22:42.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>682</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-8057306382612807043</id><published>2007-07-08T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:27:17.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'Wiv all the trouble I went to get 'em?' said Mundungus, his saggy, bloodshot eyes stretching even wider. 'I'm sorry, lads, but I'm not taking a Knut under twenty.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Dung likes his little joke,' Fred said to Harry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Yeah, his best one so far has been six Sickles for a bag of Knarl quills,' said George.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching First Look on Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire at HBO, I'm even more looking forward watching the movie. But why is the movie showing only on 12th july?!! So many countries are showing it on 11th july!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can expect some humorous part in the movie. Oh, and Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, just make me think of a dessert, and I feel like eating him. But don't worry, I'm not a cannibal. hahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the good times roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I did some drop scones. It turned out not really good. Erm I don't suppose drop scone should be yellow in colour right? Probably I didn't put enough plain flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wanna go complete my maths first. Cuz I wanna watch First Look on Harry Potter and the Order of Pheonix Part II at 11.30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-8057306382612807043?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8057306382612807043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8057306382612807043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/07/wiv-all-trouble-i-went-to-get-em-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-6905053784576399980</id><published>2007-07-08T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:04:04.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rihanna- Shut up and drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/DxkIABX8Rx/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/DxkIABX8Rx/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-6905053784576399980?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6905053784576399980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6905053784576399980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/07/rihanna-shut-up-and-drive.html' title='Rihanna- Shut up and drive'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-4071092062197759067</id><published>2007-07-07T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:02:43.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wore a green tee today. See, I'm so supportive of the live earth thing. lols.&lt;br /&gt;So if you do not have any green clothings. Fret not, can always wear bukit view's pants or skirts. Isn't it green in colour? Don't worry people won't laugh out loud, cuz they will know that you're so supportive of the live earth. Kkay, the most they will do is laugh at your back. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about something else.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I read Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix (keep the laughter to yourself, I know everyone has already read finish this book long time ago...)&lt;br /&gt;But that's not my main point.&lt;br /&gt;The main point is I love Fred &amp;amp;George (Ron's twin brothers). Don't you find that their characters bring humour to the story or movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example, Ron's got a letter telling him that he has been appointed to be Gryffindor's prefect. So when Mrs Weasley (his mum) knew about it, she was happy and found it unbelievable(?). Then she said &lt;em&gt;'I don't believe it. I don't believe it! Oh, Ron how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the funny part: George said &lt;em&gt;"What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I can't stop laughing or thinking about it. I could like imagine them saying this line in the movie. This brings me to a point, whenever I'm upset, I can just think about this, and I guess I'll be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop blogging for now. Suffering from idea drought :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I faithfully remind myself that ignorance is a bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-4071092062197759067?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4071092062197759067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4071092062197759067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wore-green-tee-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-7739069895024333631</id><published>2007-07-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:41:47.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/9220/untitled92348ty3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: Evil plankton stole spongebob's clothes. I couldn't find any clothes for him. So I asked him to cover his *ahem* first. Cuz I suppose people who read my blog are not 21yrs and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just changed my blogskin. Yes. It's spongebob again. I support spongebob, because me &amp;amp;spongebob are friends. We both have something in common, we have the &lt;em&gt;legendary&lt;/em&gt; 'bugs bunny teeth' =B *inserts zillions of hearts here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous blogskin has some problems. I just can't see my post when I used the previous blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;As what I can see from the blogskins, there's a rise in the number of spongebob's blogskin. Not only that, there's a handful of spongebob's skin which is nice. Yay to people who love spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If nautical nonsense is something you wish.. Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-7739069895024333631?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7739069895024333631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7739069895024333631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/07/ps-evil-plankton-stole-spongebobs.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-8621742204635183078</id><published>2007-07-06T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:49:20.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Btw, blogger stink. In order to make the post *points below* to appear in unfab.blogspot.com. I did many things to blogger. Plus I was in a bad mood. Almost smash my laptop. Okay. Don't worry, I won't be so stupid to smash the laptop over trivial matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Needa go for english tuition. Hope that they can play that bomb game. I promise if they play the bomb game. I will be change my frown face to a smiley face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-8621742204635183078?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8621742204635183078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8621742204635183078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/07/btw-blogger-stink.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-1178632004301183365</id><published>2007-07-06T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:42:04.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay them. We got into the final for 4x100m. The reason why I said yay them instead of yay us, cuz like I ran quite wols. Okay, so you can say that my stamina has dropped in quite an alarming rate, since this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me you may not like to read the below post cuz it will be one of my not crappiest post ever. Unless 1) you love to read sad stuff, 2) you're a sadist, and you're reading it so that you can laugh at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay. Of course, school is good cuz I've bestfriends around me. One reason which makes me want to come to school. Second, for the sake of O level. Remember O's is a stepping stone to our future.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afternoon was the sport heat. I was really quite quiet throughout, though the stadium was like noisy. It makes me think about many stuff, which I don't normally have though about it. I swear I was thinking about decent stuff, not about lovey dovey stuff. I guess my life gonna change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then I realise smth which I don't know to believe it or not. Shan't write, as it may cause an outrage?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I seriously don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when going off with siu yun. There's this girl who like bang onto my hand. The first thing she did was like turned with this hey-it's-your-fault-quick-say-sorry-to-me face. Like what the fuck, 1) my mood is really bad, don't expect me to say the word which start with a S and end with a Y. 2) It maybe partly my fault, because I had a terrible half day, and due to my terrible day. I had this bad luck, and walked in the same path as you, just that I'm in your opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm not really in the right state of mind now. I'm feeling sad or moody *insert any negative adjective**insert negative mood icons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh dear, Angel has mood swing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-1178632004301183365?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/1178632004301183365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/1178632004301183365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/07/yay-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-7004298329534697814</id><published>2007-07-05T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:31:02.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes! No science tuition today. So happy! Kkay, I know I shouldn't even feel happy, when the teacher is busy and can't give me tuition, as O's is coming.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm so tired now. I hate thursday, not only the school hour is quite long, but I got 2 tuitions after school. Which seriously sucks. Nevermind, I shall practice the school value 'perserverence'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on I had chem practical. At least, I sort of succeeded today, as I managed to complete the whole experiment. After that, I went to library with my co. Kinda had fun in the library, but we didn't talk loudly. And I almost fell in the library. &lt;em&gt;Thanks &lt;/em&gt;ah leon brobro, such a &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;bro. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to cook pancake this coming weekend. Who wants to be my guinea pig and try my pancake. *see noone raising their hand* I'll provide you with medical fee, if you suffer food poisoning after eating my pancake. *still see no hands raised up*. Oh well, I shall eat my own pancakes then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back, I watch 'Still Standing' at AXN. Omg. So funny please. Stupid adults being so childish.., but hey it's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-7004298329534697814?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7004298329534697814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7004298329534697814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-yes-no-science-tuition-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-9029389805907820187</id><published>2007-07-03T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:45:46.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who steal the cookie from the cookie jar?</title><content type='html'>Today the school helped us to celebrate Youth Day. There were teachers dancing, singing and acting. I must say the drama was awesome. Everyone of us were laughing our ass off. Who ever knew Mrs Sia was in the drama too, acting one of the bad students. Lol. At first, I thought who was under the black hooded jacket. Though it look a bit like the death eater *oh crap, I shall stop talking about harry potter*&lt;br /&gt;Talking about harry potter it links me to this morning, when me, lucas and celeste were talking about harry potter. Okay, err not really talking about harry potter, but it has got something to do with the harry potter, then Lucas and I were made to stand. Luckily, Yah Hoon provided me with one idea. Thanks loads bestie :D&lt;br /&gt;Yah Hoon just saved my day. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Shall continue about the Youth Day Celebration. Ms Ang acted as the teacher in the drama, her scoldings of those 'students' in the drama, just made me think back of those days in sec 1 &amp;2. haha. Overall, the drama was really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;... (lazy to continue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids is so heavy now. I wanna sleep. *yawn* But up in my mind, I want to play piano and my flute. Sadly, my flute needs to be sent to the 'hospital' as one of screw is lose. I miss playing flute x100000000000000.&lt;br /&gt;When my flute is repaired, the first song I want to play is the Harry Potter theme song. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go to the dental. Dentists are scary. In my Angel's theory: dentist=bad people=evil mammal=should be lock up in somewhere. At least, my dad changed my dental appointment to 21st july, actually it was suppose to be this saturday. I gave lots of excuses like 'no time, got O level &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;'. Whenever, I keep opposing me of going to the dental appointment, he will start threatening me that if I don't go dental, I will end up with decay tooth and bla bla bla. Sick of that threaten. Furthermore, it's not even scary. Because I brush my teeth daily *flashes my teeth*&lt;br /&gt;I hope on that day when I am in the dental clinic, my powerpuff girls will go and rescue me from those torturous treatment.&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I don't want go to the dental appointment *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you steal my cookie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-9029389805907820187?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/9029389805907820187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/9029389805907820187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-steal-cookie-from-cookie-jar.html' title='Who steal the cookie from the cookie jar?'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-6835094576400834171</id><published>2007-07-02T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:07:57.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn. It's so frustrating that I can't break my whole chunks of post into paragraphs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-6835094576400834171?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6835094576400834171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6835094576400834171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-6089765741622148242</id><published>2007-07-01T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:06:27.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy learners get results</title><content type='html'>Yes yes yes! Happy learners get results :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RofTXZq-JpI/AAAAAAAAADw/_IbvLLX7Hbg/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082263103492466322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RofTXZq-JpI/AAAAAAAAADw/_IbvLLX7Hbg/s320/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out my new British Council's file. Gee. It's like x1000000 better than the previous one, which has nothing but line, line and more lines.&lt;br /&gt;Actually this file *points to the above pic* (if I'm not wrong) is for lower primary kids. haha. Fyi, I wasn't the only person who took this file okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion: We're a kid at heart :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After tuition, I went home. At first, I wanted to catch a movie at 3 plus. But I was too tired to like even walk for a metre. The first thing I went home was go to my bed straight and slept till around 4 plus. After I woke up, dad brought me to vivo to catch "nancy drew" as there's no school tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, the movie has created tension, which makes the viewers get all excited/nervous. And there's bits of funny parts. I don't want to be a spoiler, so I won't go on much about the movie. I'll rate the movie 7 or 8 out of 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ps. This is totally my own views towards the movie, so do not come blaming me if you think the movie is ain't worth your money)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RofTBZq-JoI/AAAAAAAAADo/T3Ws-DWzNvk/s1600-h/nancydrewposter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082262725535344258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RofTBZq-JoI/AAAAAAAAADo/T3Ws-DWzNvk/s320/nancydrewposter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgzz. After watching the movie, I'm so inspired to be a detective/spy. Not kidding. Anyway, my size is an advantage to being a spy/detective. When you're small, you will not be seen easily by people =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this isn't the first time I'm inspired to be a detective/spy. The first time was when I was in primary 4. After watching 'Harriet the Spy'. There's book on 'Harriet the Spy', but I didn't have the chance to read it, cuz I didn't have any luck finding that book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nvm. So I bought this book *points down* when I was in pri 4, thinking that from that book I can learn how to be a spy(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RofPNpq-JnI/AAAAAAAAADg/cy24XXJti9U/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082258537942230642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RofPNpq-JnI/AAAAAAAAADg/cy24XXJti9U/s320/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, real life is different from movie. That means I won't take into consideration of being a detective/spy as my future career. You see, I will be so totally freak out if I see a real corpse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my all time wish is to be able to set up booby traps to scare the crooks, like those in 'home alone'. It's so hilarious, to see the crooks which IQ seems to be zero, cuz they fall for every traps which the kid had sets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh gosh. There's three more movies that I wanna watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Evan Almighty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Liscense to Wed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Rush Hour 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I pray and wish badly that 12th july will comeby soon, cuz I can't wait to watch 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, I have an interesting idea up in my mind *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RofPNpq-JnI/AAAAAAAAADg/cy24XXJti9U/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-6089765741622148242?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6089765741622148242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6089765741622148242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-learners-get-results.html' title='Happy learners get results'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RofTXZq-JpI/AAAAAAAAADw/_IbvLLX7Hbg/s72-c/DSC00412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-4518171810965070759</id><published>2007-06-29T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:12:23.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back from tuition an hour ago. During the lesson, we shared about what we had done over the holiday. Well, it was a boring holiday, cuz it's like study study study, home home home and run run run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend told us that her friend had committed suicide and died. I couldn't believe it at first. I was like was it real. Sadly, it's real. All of us were shocked. Her friend had depression and jumped down. It's hard to believe even till now. My friend cried. I will have the same reaction as her if I was in her shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That was the sad one. I shall share about what Mr G's did over the holiday. He went to china, during the 2 weeks break. He commented that the country was very &lt;em&gt;clean&lt;/em&gt;. Well, that's not the main point. The main point is his wife fell sick. So they went to a hospital, which the tour guide said was one of the best hospital in china. When they went, they were kinda shock of the &lt;em&gt;gooooooooooood &lt;/em&gt;environment. There were used medicine scattered on the floor, patients who are smoking in the hospital, that's so obvious why those ppl who smoke ended up in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Actually I haven't reach the hilarious part of the main point.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. When they were brought to the doctor, that doctor (who I suspect was crazy or what) laughed out loud at Mr G's wife. As if Mr G's wife had just came out from a freak show. So, that doctor's laughter attracted some of the patients over there. Mr G's wife was kinda furious. Well, who wouldn't be fuming under such circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my class, started talking about &lt;em&gt;Qin Shi Huang&lt;/em&gt;, a china emperor a hundred years ago. He's the emperor who wants to find eternal pill. (I'm wondering if he thought he was in some lala land or what. Hello. You're on this planet caled Earth). In the end, he died after drinking mercury. Yea. How &lt;em&gt;smart&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My friends all broke into laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-4518171810965070759?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4518171810965070759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4518171810965070759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/06/came-back-from-tuition-hour-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-4761433337420238016</id><published>2007-06-29T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:58:23.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my f-lalala. I kinda screwed my chink oral. Well, I guess the most I could get is a merit. Luckily, I wasn't too overly nervous. Sharon, metiga, that idiotic&amp;moronic donkey and I were chit chatting while waiting for our turn. And we were talking about those scv channels. Lols. The chit chatting kinda soothe my nerve a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn, my heart was racing quite fast, but not super fast. Imagine 2 teachers keep on looking at you, you can't help but feel nervous. Anyway, I was lucky that I fall into the M189 group, as the teachers there are quite lenient, according to julia. And one of my examiners kept smiling. As compared to the other group, I count myself lucky. The F1xx group teachers looked strict. They didn't like even smile at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So the topic was about would you donate money to those needy family. Omgzzz. At first, I was sort of out of point. Then another examiner, who is quite old, repeat the question again. Then I gave an example about the news few months back on the man who jumped into the mrt's track then I started to talk on something, which at least make sense. I was vomitting out all the ideas which came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. For once I found cheena difficult. I.HATE.IT.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Anyway, it's over. And I don't have to feel panicky or worried over the 3 days breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my oral, I went to west mall with julia, alina and cecilia. We bought bubble tea and sit on the pink bench, and kept on chatting with julia. Then we went home. And now I can't seem to sleep. I feel that I'm some supergirl. Cuz I slept for 2 hours plus last night. Not joking. I slept at 4am this morning, and woke up at 6 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I am going to watch the ngee ann thingy band concert. I wouldn't have agreed to go, if andrew didn't play solo. Gosh. I'm so looking forward to it. haha. Go Andrew! I'm sure that louise and samantha are looking forward on the part where andrew play solo too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for tuition later on. I hope it won't be poems again. Seriously, poems are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RoTV75q-JlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cI67xOGwtdQ/s1600-h/untitled+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081421504650815058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RoTV75q-JlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cI67xOGwtdQ/s320/untitled+3.bmp" 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/11463732-4761433337420238016?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4761433337420238016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4761433337420238016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-my-f-lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RoTV75q-JlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cI67xOGwtdQ/s72-c/untitled+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-1842058206650821672</id><published>2007-06-27T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:58:50.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RoJZ_5q-JjI/AAAAAAAAADA/jYk8tZr-Ceo/s1600-h/untitled+7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080722283975026226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RoJZ_5q-JjI/AAAAAAAAADA/jYk8tZr-Ceo/s320/untitled+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just some random icons which I found last time. My pasttime was to search for interesting icons. But I will still continue to search for interesting icons if I've the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think I made di worried today. Cuz I was quiet during lesson time and di thought I was sad or something had happened to me. Lols! Thanks for the concern. Hehs. The reason I was quiet because teachers find that I'm rather talkative in class. And when I leave the school, I don't want the teacher to remember me as the talkative girl in the class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud to say that I am quiet in class today. Paid attention during geography. Well, I hate science and geog. But dad once told me to bear with it. Once I get good grades for O level. I can choose the course I want in polytechnic, and I can bid farewell to those subjects. I am going to perservere for the next few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RoJdMZq-JkI/AAAAAAAAADI/aWuJQja3xnU/s1600-h/shrek2_donkey_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080725797258274370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RoJdMZq-JkI/AAAAAAAAADI/aWuJQja3xnU/s320/shrek2_donkey_200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK! LOOK at donkey jh with braces. Why does a donkey needs a braces? I can't understand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-1842058206650821672?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/1842058206650821672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/1842058206650821672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-some-random-icons-which-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RoJZ_5q-JjI/AAAAAAAAADA/jYk8tZr-Ceo/s72-c/untitled+7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-6433694070442891814</id><published>2007-06-24T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:45:29.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hey. I'm still around. hahaha. Okay, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna blog about the CIP I had in wm library.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I found it interesting shelving the books. Sadly, the enthu lasted for an hour only. Soon, I felt so boring shelving those books. Plus we can't &lt;em&gt;eat snake&lt;/em&gt; (yucks I hate eating snake. eeewww. Imagine eating IT. eewww). Cuz heard many people saying that those librarians are fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for us, we didn't get any scoldings at all. On the other hand, we saw people being scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Good night and good morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-6433694070442891814?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6433694070442891814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6433694070442891814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-5025697193845051301</id><published>2007-06-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:46:35.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Ohayo Naruwa Sawadika Aloha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Language madness. In the past, I had this thought of learning a third language after o's. But I don't think I'm really going to pick up another language, I guess. Even if I have the chance to pick up, I'll learn japanese language, cuz it's the only other language I'm interested in (currently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll not blog for a long time this time round. Cuz I won't be using computer that much now. Especially, after completing coursework, I won't be using the computer that often already. Apologies to people whom I never reply your sms, or replied your sms in short. Cuz I'm too lazy to sms. Not kidding. Seriously, I can live without hp. (Well, for now..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to break the saddest news ever *plays JT's cry me a river*. I contracted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/span&gt; SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANT &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astigmatism. haha (ps. laughing at my sillyness). It's some eye thingy thing. In chinese, it's called &lt;em&gt;san guang&lt;/em&gt;. That's explain why from far when I look at teeny tiny words, it would be blur.So when you read books or watch tv, don't lie down. If you don't heed my advice, you'd be like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to IMM to collect my specs. After lunch, I walked around IMM. Came across this shops which have spongebob stuff, like pen, pencil case, softtoys etc.One spongebob pencil case cost 16 buck. A spongebob pen cost around10 buckeroo. Well, is there 0.0000000374 carat diamond on that spongebob pen. It's too expensive already. And the spongebob softtoy cost 19 bucks, the size is kinda tiny. You see I paid extra 90cents I get a zillion time bigger spongebob softtoy *points down*&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Rn1NecWWrWI/AAAAAAAAACw/DNDBwkwdAvQ/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Rn1TX8WWrXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7LLwy7TZu10/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079307625545772402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Rn1TX8WWrXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7LLwy7TZu10/s320/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey sponge! You don't have to greet fella' human beings, cuz I've already greeted them in 824783024734 different languages.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this para is so extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I sign off. Do go to the youtube type "baby ally whatever". I'm too lazy to upload. Found that vid while bloghopping.It's so hilarious, just imagine a baby doing the whatever thing. Go watch it. Or else you'll regret.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jah-ne &lt;em&gt;zai jian&lt;/em&gt; byeeeeee ciao :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-5025697193845051301?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5025697193845051301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5025697193845051301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-ohayo-naruwa-sawadika-aloha.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Rn1TX8WWrXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7LLwy7TZu10/s72-c/DSC00368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-6551597877752379019</id><published>2007-06-16T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:43:35.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: Long post ahead, not for weaklings to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-6551597877752379019?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6551597877752379019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6551597877752379019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/06/warning-long-post-ahead-not-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-8913754161311782502</id><published>2007-06-16T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:50:14.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh crap. I don't know what to post. Even after playing some neopets game. Yes. I'm still playing neopets, becuz I can pet a pet at there. I feel so &lt;em&gt;not proud&lt;/em&gt; spilling out about me still playing neopets at the age of 15+ going to 16 in less than a month. *covers face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my aim tomorrow is to complete as much assignments as possible. That's why I'm not joining my study group people to kap mac. Sorry. But I find it really hard to focus outside. The only reason behind it is I get distracted too easily.&lt;br /&gt;I can actually be really concentrate on my work to the extent that I forget that I'm listening to music. Unfortunately, I don't know why I can't do it outside.&lt;br /&gt;Most probably I fall in Ann Chee's category. It's difficult for us to concentrate when doing our work outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm watching Channel [V] Le Party Concert. And Wilbur Pan is singing cum rapping now. He's so dashing *swooooooon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool would that be if s'pore has outdoor mega concert or a movie premiere with stars walking down the red carpet? Whenever I look at other countries, Taiwan and USA holding such events. It makes me feel boring here. Ah yes. S'pore do hold outdoor event only on special event such as New Year Countdown. But I can understand, s'pore actor, actress or singer hardly make it really big. I mean to the extent of being well-known in other countries too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I shall stop ranting.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch TV in peace. Oh, I forget to mention that I really regret not watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S in the past when they show it on ch5, every monday. Nevermind, I can catch it on that ch18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, I want to rant about. I hate the fact that GST is increasing to 7%. The price will start rising at the start of july. Even my tuition fee!&lt;br /&gt;About the GST, it links me to something funny which happened today:&lt;br /&gt;During my a. math tuition, ms angie announce that there'll be a raise in tuition fee starting effect from 1st july. So I don't know why instead of doing a. math, Chicken Sausage(pastamania) started appearing in my mind, so I counted how much a plate of Chicken Sausage will cost after the rise of GST. Well, around $7.40 plus. After tuition, Ann Chee suggested that we go to pastamania to have our lunch, before the rise of GST on 1st july.&lt;br /&gt;So, while eating, I told Ann Chee that during a. math class I calculated how much a plate of pasta will cost after 1st july.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what she replied?&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know, stay tune! 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Crap!&lt;br /&gt;Okay &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. I shall continue ''The rise of GST story''..&lt;br /&gt;Ann Chee told me that she did the same thing as I did during a. math lesson. She counted how much a plate of pasta will cost after 1st july. I couldn't help but laugh. See, she's so attentive during a. math lesson, I never thought she will do the same thing as what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll seriously stop typing now.&lt;br /&gt;BYE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-8913754161311782502?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8913754161311782502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8913754161311782502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-5548323196357488344</id><published>2007-06-14T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:38:58.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll try to blog briefly, cuz I'm going for tuition soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last tuesday, I went to sakura buffet with my uncle, aunty and 4 other cousins. Don't know why, but i felt a tinge of warmness when eating with them. Probably becuz it's a sit-together-and-eat-together thing. Though it's buffet. Surprisingly, I went for quite a number of rounds. I feel so proud of myself *give myself a tap on my back*. haha.&lt;br /&gt;They had free flow of drinks, so i mixed my drinks coke+sprite+f&amp;n groovy grape (idea stolen from teng jin). At first, I thought I was the only one mixing the drinks secretly. Nah, I was wrong. That 4 cousins of mine went to mix too, they even mixed all the drinks at there, except for plain water. hahs. I wonder what was the taste like?&lt;br /&gt;After the buffet, my stomach was bloated. I sure gain some pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went back to school just to collect our 4 dishes' photo. I felt okay with the pic, cuz it's not always I could whipped up 4 dishes, and all of them looked &lt;em&gt;erm&lt;/em&gt; appealing. But my friends and dad said my fried rice was delicious! &lt;em&gt;Proud number 2.&lt;/em&gt; LOL!&lt;br /&gt;After that, we(di, hoon, siu yun, sylvia, leon bro, nuliew, hakim, yu yang bro and I) went to the mac (near to my house) to eat and do our holiday assignment. And I only did like 3 questions only for e. math. Conclusion: Not that fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I wanna thanks yu yang bro to give me his shaker fries. Yes! Shaker fries for free. You know why? Cuz he hope to use the shaker fries to shut me up. haha. Like paying me $2.50 to shut me up. Funny. But I was quiet when eating the shaker fries.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to playground. I suggested blind mice. But nobody wants to play *cries and look for mummy* =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went running again. I couldn't run, cuz my muscle was aching from monday till now. Yes now! Pffft! So we didn't really push ourselves that much. After that, we went mac to eat and went west mall to get stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's all about it.&lt;br /&gt;Gtg for science tuition then math tuition. I'm a super&lt;s&gt;woman&lt;/s&gt;girl :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-5548323196357488344?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5548323196357488344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5548323196357488344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-try-to-blog-briefly-cuz-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-3588058120846637714</id><published>2007-06-11T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:58:38.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! Later i'm going for chem tuition! yay! I'm so excited. (nose grew longer by 83755 inch) If one day, if I really mean that I love chemistry this subject. Call the ambulance immediately okay. Geez. I'm totally rubbish in chemistry. I can't seem to really know about mole concepts and that sorts of stuff. And usually they say girls are better in chemistry, while boys are good &lt;s&gt;in neither chemistry nor&lt;/s&gt; physics. I'm the total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I went to train running with my friends. I thought nuliew booked the whole stadium? How come there's soooooo many people? =x&lt;br /&gt;Sign. I can feel that my stamina has dropped. Maybe becuz i'm old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Gtg for tuition now.&lt;br /&gt;Till then. Bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-3588058120846637714?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/3588058120846637714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/3588058120846637714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay-later-im-going-for-chem-tuition-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-8091631548857576073</id><published>2007-06-08T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T16:13:31.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, it's break time! Wait. Nah. It's not break at all, the only difference is we do not needa go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had O level fnn practical exam. Dad said I'll mess up the whole kitchen. ha! Like real, am I that bad huh? Well, I passed :D Though it's not with flying colours. The marks weren't very bad also. It's around a B3.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I must blog about wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, me &amp;amp;co. went down to somerset &lt;s&gt;to shop. It was really fun shopping in the morning cuz no shops are open in the early morning, hence you won't have the urge to spend your money&lt;/s&gt;. hahs. I'm totally lying :]&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually we went down to somerset for the STU thing. It's 2 lecturers talking about english paper 1 and paper 2 respectively.&lt;br /&gt;I bet many of them was trying to stay awake when the 1st lecturer was talking about paper 1. It was seriously boring. His voice sounded a wee bit like johnny depp (am I thinking too much or what?), but there's this indian accent. haha.&lt;br /&gt;The second speaker was a million better than the 1st one. Most of us were laughing our ass off. His speech was comical, at the same time enriching. He's from new zealand.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after the STU thing, we went back to school for a. math remedial.&lt;br /&gt;After remedial, me, di, siu yun, sylvia, leon bro bro and teng jin went to IMM's giant to get our ingredients for our fnn practical. We had so much fun at there. We had 3 trolleys, one for putting our bags, the other 2 are for putting our ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;Teng Jin was like our nanny. haha. Thank me too, cuz I help to push the trolley :D It's becuz I wanna play with the trolley. haha. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun shopping for &lt;s&gt;clothes&lt;/s&gt; ingredients with friends. I was laughing non-stop, but not to the extend of laughing till I had stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stepped on cat's poop on the way home. Why I know it's cat poop's? Cuz I'm smart. haha. Nah. Well, around my house. There isn't any dogs, but you can see cats. Not one, but plenty of them. Okay. Not really plenty.&lt;br /&gt;What luck huh?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hopefully you're not eating anything, but even you're eating, I won't take any responsibility if you vomit your food out. Hmm. I think you should thank me cuz I helped you to lose some weights by puking your food. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take my nap now.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-8091631548857576073?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8091631548857576073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8091631548857576073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-its-break-time-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-9188709404701875173</id><published>2007-06-05T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:28:32.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good evening peepo.&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob greets hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RmVS2MWWrQI/AAAAAAAAACE/hllwzjlNrhg/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072551646284131586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RmVS2MWWrQI/AAAAAAAAACE/hllwzjlNrhg/s320/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go on sponge say hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RmVTHsWWrRI/AAAAAAAAACM/VVnxp9sJKI4/s1600-h/spongebob1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072551946931842322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RmVTHsWWrRI/AAAAAAAAACM/VVnxp9sJKI4/s320/spongebob1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Meet my new friend, sponge + bob=spongebob. (I think I don't make any sense here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to vivo a total of 3 times last week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday went to watch POTC 3. Oh &amp;jia han, what did they show in the aftercredit?Will &amp;amp;elizabeth? Cuz I didn't manage to catch the aftercredit right at the very end of the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On saturday I went vivo again to catch shrek 3. Ratings: Shoot out both my thumbs instantly. It was effing funny &amp;crappy. Baby ogre are really cute. Not forgetting the babies who got a face of a donkey &amp;amp;a body of the dragon. Gosh. They're super cute. Like you wish you can cross into the screen and hide them in your bag &amp;take them home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching, I went to toy r us. Ahhhh. SPONGEBOB. I kept looking the spongebob. Dad asked me if I want. I thought it was a dream. But I don't know what happened to me on that day, I said no (which was totally not true). It was like my mouth was answering no, but my head was nodding with bubbles forming above my head saying: YES! I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty weird huh. Then on my way home, I got pretty upset about it, and tears roll down. See, I was too old to cry like a children.&lt;br /&gt;Then dad saw that I was kinda sad, or rather I showed a wee bit temper after that. And ya, the next day went to vivo again to get that spongebob. Plus went to buy doughnuts from vinco doughnuts. Delicious! Very :D Now I understand why the queue is so long at there, the doughnuts are really nice, plus cheap. The price is the same as the doughnut you buy at breadtalk. I bought chocolates too. Mind the 's' behind the chocolate. Gotta watch my diet. Cuz currently 3 people have told me that I've gained weight. They are my mum, dad &amp;cousin's wife. Rahhh. They're making me to lose my appetite easily. PFFFT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end my post. Tell you one interesting fact, you may be amazed (i think shocked is the more suitable word to use). I watched ripley's believe it or not few hours ago. And in france it's illegal to die. Sorry to be bad, but it's a bit amusing. Like how can you stop people from dying (sometimes), I mean when they contract some diesease which are bound to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;em&gt; lah&lt;/em&gt;. I need to do homeworks now. I dread homeworks seriously. Well, who doesn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RmVb7sWWrSI/AAAAAAAAACU/UPeBWkg_NJs/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072561636378062114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RmVb7sWWrSI/AAAAAAAAACU/UPeBWkg_NJs/s320/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RmVcqMWWrUI/AAAAAAAAACk/4qX9epI8ne0/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072562435241979202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RmVcqMWWrUI/AAAAAAAAACk/4qX9epI8ne0/s320/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch "spongebob can fly" right here @angel's blog. Don't have to pay to watch you know. The only difference is that this is not a "live" show :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RmVcVcWWrTI/AAAAAAAAACc/0xf7__LkFg0/s1600-h/spongebob+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072562078759693618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RmVcVcWWrTI/AAAAAAAAACc/0xf7__LkFg0/s320/spongebob+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-9188709404701875173?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/9188709404701875173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/9188709404701875173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-evening-peepo.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RmVS2MWWrQI/AAAAAAAAACE/hllwzjlNrhg/s72-c/DSC00368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-6181026770059771116</id><published>2007-05-31T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:25:27.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo ho yo ho, a pirate life for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Rl7oztfQGMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/u94t-PEx6hs/s1600-h/details_poc3new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070746205547403458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Rl7oztfQGMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/u94t-PEx6hs/s320/details_poc3new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Rl7VCdfQGLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SuPp7ixpJ5g/s1600-h/potc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I get to watch PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN: AT WORLD'S END. Yes finally, after waiting for a year. Many say that it wasn't as good as the previous one. But since I'm a fan of potc, as usual I would give 2 thumbs up (well, I would give more thumbs up if I had more thumbs). hee.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't like the ending at all. Cuz Will Turner was killed by disgusting tentacle-ly Davy Jones. Before Will Turner died, he stabbed the tentacle-ly creature's heart, so Davy Jone died too. Thus Will Turner became the captain of the flying dutchman. The sad thing is he can't bring his wife, Elizabeth along. But he could only meet with her once every 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;Though I &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; love the movie, but I hate the ending. A lil contradicting, I know. Afterall, there's some parts which is hilarious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love orlando bloom! He's very very x10000 cool &amp;amp;charming! (swoooooon!) :D&lt;br /&gt;I admire johnny depp's white plus straight set of teeth. But the main thing is his acting too. I feel that he's a great actor.&lt;br /&gt;Keira Knightley is gorgeous. (luckily, I'm not a boy, or else my nose will bleed non-stop)haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, I'll be the first to grab Potc 3's vcd once it's on sale!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, tell you ah, I'm always so &lt;em&gt;suay&lt;/em&gt;. Everytime, I catch a movie at vivo city GV. My seat is always at the front. Third time watching a movie at vivo city GV, and my seat is (for the third time) at the front row.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, if I ever want to watch movie at vivo city(which I always do since the opening of vivo GV), I'll go online and book it first. Pffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with blogging, actually not yet done, but I want to watch POTC: The curse of the Black Pearl. I think I'm hooked on POTC once again. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current lists of movie which I wanna watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shrek 3 (not sure)&lt;br /&gt;2. Nancy Drew starring Emma Roberts (if I'm not wrong coming out this june)&lt;br /&gt;3. Harry Potter: Order of the Pheonix (DIE DIE MUST WATCH) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay done :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-6181026770059771116?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6181026770059771116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6181026770059771116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-i-get-to-watch-pirates-of.html' title='Yo ho yo ho, a pirate life for me'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Rl7oztfQGMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/u94t-PEx6hs/s72-c/details_poc3new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-4562329773582679691</id><published>2007-05-28T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:24:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I've changed my blogskin now. Hope you guys (the 3 guys *point to the tagboard*) will stop complaining already. &lt;em&gt;THANKS ALOT&lt;/em&gt;. Though, I shouldn't change my blogskin, as it sounds like I'm admitting defeat. But whatever. Still if you are unhappy with the blogskin I put up this time round, then you should seriously shut up &amp;fuck off okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jia han aka donkey, japan cartoon is not equal to anime. Is doraemon &amp;amp;shinchan crayon counted as an anime? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blog for quite some times already, due to the chink 'o' level &amp;the poor results I had. I didn't even dare to touch my comp. Well, it's not that I'm didn't dare to use the comp, it's that I don't feel like using the comp, plus I have the urge to start studying. Seriously weird, but this is a good sign, that I'm very worrying for the upcoming o level. Well, all these is exceptional for today.&lt;br /&gt;Chink 'o' level is over. Of cuz, I hope to get an ayeeeeeeeee (who doesn't?) *cross finger*. Tell you ah, if I get a B3, I sure kick the wall like crazy, cuz need to retake. But B is always better than a C. Since it's over, there's nothing we can do, but to do our best in oral &amp;amp;paper 3. Actually, out of all the exams, I worried oral the most, cuz you'd be talking with some stranger. Nvm. I'll imagine the examiner who is taking me for oral to be SPONGEBOB! haha. Weird, me speaking to spongebob in mandrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, during english tuition, we didn't learn english. On the other hand, we learnt french, latin and german's numeric number. We also had to guess the origin of words. You guess bungalow is from which language? It's bengali. haha. I guess correctly yesterday, but nobody wants to believe it! (lol, actually got &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, a few ppl believe me only).&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun, as we were able to explore other language. &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;do you know that english is divided into 3 eras. They're the old english(anglo-saxon), middle english &amp;amp;modern english. Currently, we're learning modern english(duh!). We should really thank god that we didn't have to learn the old &amp;amp;middle english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An example of middle english:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whan that Aprill with his shoures sote&lt;br /&gt;The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;translation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;When April with its sweet showers&lt;br /&gt;has pierced the drought of March to the root,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the old english, it's even harder than the middle english. I would say the difficulty x1000000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, my family and I went to celebrate grandma's birthday in advance. No cake, just buffet, yeah, 'celebration'. Anyway, I'm suspecting my grandma of having senile, cuz she couldn't remember me. Okay wait, when did she last saw me? Ans: During chinese new year'07.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, she's around 80 plus. Old people, tend to have senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Rlrzy9fQGKI/AAAAAAAAABs/d7GfzzzxuWc/s1600-h/spongebob+sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069632387383564450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Rlrzy9fQGKI/AAAAAAAAABs/d7GfzzzxuWc/s320/spongebob+sp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-4562329773582679691?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4562329773582679691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4562329773582679691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-ive-changed-my-blogskin-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Rlrzy9fQGKI/AAAAAAAAABs/d7GfzzzxuWc/s72-c/spongebob+sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-7104272687352454428</id><published>2007-05-22T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:47:10.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm gonna tried to blog briefly, cuz I want to snore already. I can feel that both my eyelids is 1000kg.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese preps were okay, just that doing all those papers are making me a bit nut already. As for remedials, it isn't bad too, just that mdm gao seems to make the chink remedial longer each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I'm looking forward to doing CIP in the library. Though I would still prefer doing CIP in je regional library. On the other hand, if you think positively, bb library is rather small, so I think doing CIP over there will be much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, *cross finger* hopes that my dad remember to buy bagel for me. I've been craving to eat that. Hmm. It's been donkey years since I had that. haha. So once again, who buys me that bagel now, I'll worship you. NOT. hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's short plus boring, but I can't help it. There ain't any brain cells in my brain currently =] haha. I'm kidding =]&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-7104272687352454428?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7104272687352454428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7104272687352454428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-im-gonna-tried-to-blog-briefly.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-1782746276720261129</id><published>2007-05-19T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T20:51:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ya. To add on to yesterday. It was the time when I'm officially stepped down as a band member and a deputy band major. Yes! It's time to bid farewell, as it's time to concentrate on our upcoming o level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to andrew &amp;amp;thwe ni, both of them had a post.&lt;br /&gt;All the best alrighty? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-1782746276720261129?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/1782746276720261129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/1782746276720261129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-7142084526636207690</id><published>2007-05-19T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T20:29:05.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yike! Yesterday was a bad day. I had a terrible stomachache at night. It was one of the most painful stomachache I had in my life. Seriously, for a moment, I thought I was going to die. Then I cried like how a children cry. I was hoping my dad will send me to a hospital or clinic. So the doctor can give an injection or something? Luckily, I felt much better today. I'm wondering which food I ate yesterday had caused me to have stomachache, issit the toast or the honeydew juice or B&amp;J ice cream(which was left for some time already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as usual I had my math tuition. Guess who joined us today? EUNICE SMJ! haha. After tuition, we went to have our lunch and talked quite a lot. Next, Eunice and I went to je regional library, she went to return her long overdue books, while I went to borrow 2 books. Along our way home, we ate candy floss which was foc. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays. Blog till here. I feel so bored, cuz I'm a boring person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-7142084526636207690?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7142084526636207690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7142084526636207690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/yike-yesterday-was-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-8538952274599669521</id><published>2007-05-16T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:31:02.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/5329/calikalietos3quote19dy0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *points to the icon* I guess you'll agree with me, all becuz of the MYE. Isn't it a bit ironic that teachers say this is just mye, most importantly you do well in the o level. Well, I agree with that. But still they wanna meet our parents. I'm dead, sooooooo dead. I might as well bang onto the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Only if parents are as understanding as those teachers, wouldn't that be better?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I also wish that I can buck up for the o level. But after when our parents start to scold us or whatever, we'll start to be demoralised. Nevermind, I won't take their nagging to heart. (In case, you get the wrong idea, I don't mean that I won't buck up okay. It's just that I don't to be dishearten with all those naggings)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes parents should be more encouraging rather than scolding at our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 15 plus now, so to be logical, I've been with my parents for 15 plus years already. Therefore, I realised that whenever I cry, my parents will kinda start to console me or something (prepare for me 15 beeeg bottles of eye-mo, kthx).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, if you want to be smart. Go eat&lt;em&gt; pau&lt;/em&gt; okay. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-if you really believe it,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you're a fool&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/11463732-8538952274599669521?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8538952274599669521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8538952274599669521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/points-to-icon-i-guess-youll-agree-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-8738539776775346964</id><published>2007-05-15T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:48:24.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sucksucksuck. My results are so shit *shakes head* I guess I can't use the comp that much already if my parents get to know my results. Which mean I can't blog. It's like me &amp;di will be sadsad people, cuz we can't blog that much often, right di? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after today when we got back all our results, everyone went to search for a free tutor in the class. So there will be me, hoon &amp;siuyun (not sure if there's other) studying after school, &amp;amp;our tutor is bing long. Tell you ah, he improved alot in this MYE. I think I should find studygroups for weekdays and weekends(Are we still going to kap mac to study every sunday?). Cuz it's really impossible for me to study at home. I get distracted too easily. If I study in the kitchen, I'll start munching those junk foods, after feeling full. I'll proceed to the living room. Then instead of studying, I'd be watching teevee. When the teevee programme ended, my next destination will be studying in bedroom, even when I knew I'll be snoring away rather than mugging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so-called the can't-sit-still type of person (genetic problem, my cousins are same as me too. haha). Even my tuition teacher say so, cuz she did a survey on me. I'm the kind who can't sit on a chair for more than 5minutes. Therefore, she advice me to paste notes all over the house, then I move around the house to memorise. Well, if you face the same problem as me, you can try, I'm not sure if it's really effective, cuz I have yet to try it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's my plan for this few weeks. I'll be a pure chink from today till MT o level. haha.&lt;br /&gt;After MT o level, I'll concentrate on my fnn practical until it's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's work hard together 4e3!&lt;/strong&gt; ♥ Go go go, go you &lt;strong&gt;mighty e3 :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-8738539776775346964?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8738539776775346964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8738539776775346964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/sucksucksuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-5599356829559130650</id><published>2007-05-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:37:07.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAY! I pass social studies! *jumpjumpjump*. Sign. But i fail geog. Results for me were a bit okay and a bit not okay. Not okay with chem+geog. &amp;finally I break the c's curse, cuz I pass physics. &amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;for the first time, I passed my science mcq with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. haha. But my practical results are like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. After I received my geog result, I had a sudden splitting headache. So in the afternoon, I had my usual nap. I dreamt about this horrible+terrible+&lt;s&gt;vegetable&lt;/s&gt; nightmare. Oh well, you tell me which nightmare is not horrible. Then when I woke up for tuition, my head felt as though it is 1000kg :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry tuition was kinda funny today. I mean not the tuition, but the people. It all started Raju(my pri. school friend) was talking with Prabhu, so ms chua(our science teacher) asked Raju to sit either in between the girls or outside the toilet(LOL!). Then his friend, Prabhu tried to be a hero (but fail too) by saying he(Prabhu) was talking to himself. Just at this moment...everyone LOL. haha. That's like so dumb, as if ms chua will believe what he said. So in the end, it became him who sat in between the girls. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread next week. MT preparation week. From &lt;strong&gt;monday to thursday&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; 8am to 4pm&lt;/strong&gt;. No other subjects except for chink. So better don't speak to me, cuz I think I'll go bonker @.@ &amp;start talking to you in chink language even when you're a non-chink speaker. But hey, wouldn't that be great, like I'm practicing for my MT oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Goodnight peepo &amp;amp;shoo now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-5599356829559130650?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5599356829559130650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5599356829559130650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/words-i-need-to-hear-to-always-get-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-5320752028303014870</id><published>2007-05-13T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:00:46.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥HAPPY MOMMA DAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel that this year mum's day is like so significant? Cuz like everyone is celebrating or giving gifts to their mum. Or have they done all these stuff all these years? As for my mum, I guess the best gift ever would be me getting good results? Well, I think I'll give a belated one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, we had relief teacher, cuz Ms H. won't be here like for 3 weeks. I think I would still prefer Ms H.'s lessons :D&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to IMM. See, I had the sudden urge to eat ramen. So I had Cha Su Ramen. The soup was like *thumbs up*(i think it's becuz there's plenty of MSG). But I didn't really enjoy, as I saw my world's greatest enemy VEGETABLE! Not a little, but plenty of them, floating on the soup, flashing their worls's evil smile to me. I had dumplings too (my fave!) and a dish that starts with an o... (if i'm not wrong it's japanese pancake or something, which contain small prawn and meat, plenty of the brown colour sauce &amp;MAYO!). I had a takeaway for that dish, as I was to bloated to continue eating, on the other hand I seriously feel like eating that(cuz I ate that at taiwan &amp;amp;didn't manage to finish all, becuz I didn't feel well, sad right?)&lt;br /&gt;I ate finish that like hours ago, and craving for another one now. Bring me the o... thing and I will worship you everyday :D haha. I'm just kidding only. Hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll watch &lt;em&gt;la bi xiao xin&lt;/em&gt; later on. Then at 11pm I'll watch the weekend edition of &lt;em&gt;wan quan yu le,&lt;/em&gt; cuz there's wang shao wei! haha. After watching, it'll be like 1am. If you have common sense, you know I'll be heading toawrds my bed (cuz like there's school tomorrow). But before sleeping, I think I'll read a chapter of the book which I'm currently reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-5320752028303014870?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5320752028303014870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5320752028303014870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-momma-day-d-well-i-feel-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-5030575657913929825</id><published>2007-05-12T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T20:41:14.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And if the world needs something better, let's give them one more reason now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DAMN! My wisdom tooth is acting on me AGAIN! At least this time round, the pain is like 10% less. Okay. 10% at least make a difference. This is so sucky. When eating, the whole time i'd be using my right side of my mouth to chew the food. *cries* I can't be like normal human, using the whole mouth to chomp my food. Obviously, my appetite for food has gone down a bit. Ah well, you won't be happy using only half of your mouth to chompchompchomp your favourite food. The scariest part of all is the only cure to it is the drilling of that wisdom tooth, the dentist will take out the filling, and put a new filling in it, finally she cover back. All i know is that the process will be the worst of the worst thing ever on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm home alone. My parents' had went out for a dinner with my relatives.&lt;s&gt;I'm so sad, they didn't want to bring me along, cuz they say i'm a kid who is difficult to handle.&lt;/s&gt; Haha. I'm kidding. haha. (kays, i know it isn't funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeee this weekend so relaxing, no hw :D But come to monday... &lt;s&gt;:D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i baked some butter cookies today. Err, it taste half like cake and half like a biscuit. I failed in baking the butter cookies. I think I shall name my butter cookies to butter cookiescake.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. &amp;amp;in overnight, I passed many levels of the yoshiisland. Now, i'm stucked at this stupid level, which is like so impossible to cross over.&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/11463732-5030575657913929825?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5030575657913929825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5030575657913929825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/y-and-if-world-needs-something-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-57136585539228891</id><published>2007-05-11T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:06:18.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am I having a bad premonition?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I hate this few days. I have a series of weird/scary dreams when I'm sleeping. But one good thing is I seem to escape from all those bad tragedies in my dreams, &amp;amp;some of my friends are in it too. Suck. Give me a funnier dream please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose all these are the cause of the stress i'm having. Maybe it'll be over soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's the eye 2 tomorrow on chU. I wonder should i watch it, cuz i feel like watching. On the other hand, i'm afraid i'll dream of those creepy long hair, white colour thingy which goes "wuuuuuuuuuu"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-57136585539228891?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/57136585539228891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/57136585539228891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-am-i-having-bad-premonition-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-549976078938931589</id><published>2007-05-11T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:10:33.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now i'm high, running wild among all the stars above.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is marking day. So we, the students don't have to go to school. Actually, i thought that i should help the teachers to mark my paper. See, i'm just wanting to help them lessen their loads, no other intentions,&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept till 12noon. If not for the ch8 shows at 12nn, i'll be still in bed sleeping (i think). I watched the &lt;em&gt;qiang zhong zi you qiang zhong shou&lt;/em&gt; plus katong ms oh. After that, i've got the crave to bake things. So i went to bake brownie, using the remaining of those hershey brownie powder. Well, i wanted to bake butter biscuit, but sadly, there's no plain flour and baking powder at my house. Anyway, i think my brownie taste more like a brownie this time round :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After baking, i played my nds yoshiisland. Yay! I break my 2nd level. &amp;now i'm stuck at 3rd level. BOO! :(&lt;br /&gt;Then i watched&lt;em&gt; la bi xiao xin&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;La bi xiao xin&lt;/em&gt; soooooooo cute. Makes me wanna break the teevee screen, so that i can take him out of the tv &amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;pinch his cheek. Not forgetting comparing height :x ROFL! &lt;em&gt;La bi xiao xin &lt;/em&gt;so small and short. Weirdly, he's forever stuck at the age of 5. And sometimes I wish I'm &lt;em&gt;la bi xiao xin&lt;/em&gt;, cuz he's that type of happy-go-lucky person, plus he's forever 5 years old. How carefree can his life be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-549976078938931589?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/549976078938931589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/549976078938931589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-is-marking-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-4988803863779569888</id><published>2007-05-10T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:23:07.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna make today sugar-coated</title><content type='html'>Oh yes! I think my headache went off already! haha. I had headache since this morning before the start of the science mcq paper. At first, i thought maybe is the stress and my headache would be over after the paper. But sadly, no. Until few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! MYE is over &amp;we cheer. And then when we get back our results next week we jeer. This is what i call short term happiness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;In less than 20 days, we're taking mother tongue O level. After MT O level, is fnn practical O level. And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today we randomly chose a place to go for like 20 mins. In the end, we went to chinatown. lol! At chinatown, we had mac. Then we went to a hello kitty shop plus another shop. After that, we went to jurong east to take neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the initial plans were much more fun than *point up* Actually, we planned to go sentosa. But i was afraid that my mum will find out. So yup, becuz of me the sentosa trip was ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so super duper buper yuper happy cuz i finally pass the 1st level of yoshisland, my nds game. Ssshh! I know i'm a 15 going to bitter 16 (in like 2 months time) &amp;amp;yet i still play that kind of game. But i think it's a challenge to me, cuz i seriously suck at playing those kinda game. My academic is even much better than i play those game like mario. I hardly ever pass level one. So i think it's a big break through for me. haha 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-4988803863779569888?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4988803863779569888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4988803863779569888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-yes-i-think-my-headache-gone-haha.html' title='I&apos;m gonna make today sugar-coated'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-7757889614691522654</id><published>2007-05-08T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:41:18.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days are running past, each one’s like the last</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUMONGOUS SIGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sigh sigh sigh. &lt;strong&gt;TWENTY ONE MARKS! &lt;/strong&gt;I've lost 21 marks for e. math paper out of my carelessness. I didn't flip to 2 pages. &amp;i didn't realise that i didn't do qn 6 &amp;amp;7, till the very last second of the paper. You know how my heart crack into million pieces??!!! I put high hopes for e. math &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;i miss out 2 questions which is 21 marks in total, by accident! There goes my A or B.&lt;br /&gt;First time in history, and it's gonna be the last time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously sad &amp;amp;angry *insert any negative adjective* &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Don't talk to me about e. math till i get back my results. I don't want to be reminded of the tragic mistake i made.&lt;br /&gt;One advice i can give myself "Angel, next time be more &lt;strong&gt;careful&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, at least my ca marks did cheer me up. I failed combined humanities again. Surprisingly, i've a C6 and F9 only. The rest are As and Bs. Seriously, those marks have somehow make me feel confident and motivated me to strive for the better. haha. I sounded like a nerd!&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i wanted to impress my parents with the results (cuz it's been long since they heard me reporting them with good results), except for combined humanities. But at the second thought of it. Better not, cuz i think i screwed up MYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-7757889614691522654?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7757889614691522654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7757889614691522654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/humongous-sigh-sign-sign-sign.html' title='The days are running past, each one’s like the last'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-8506567543906773776</id><published>2007-05-05T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:38:41.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long, too late, who was out to make you wait?</title><content type='html'>I want NDS Lite!&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. V Dubb. The sound so cool, especially the 'dubb'. haha. V Dubb is vaness' latest album. I heard some of his songs through MTV. Some songs are awesome. &amp;he has fans from around the asia? From those saying 'sawadika' to 'annyeonghaseyo'. Okay, in short is from thailand, japan, korea etc. They flew to taiwan just to have his autograph or to catch a glimpse of him?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think this is a bit overboard of idolising people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random but factual stuff?&lt;br /&gt;How can 16 be sweet, when we're taking O's this year. I think 'bitter' is a much suitable word to go along with 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-8506567543906773776?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8506567543906773776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8506567543906773776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/too-long-too-late-who-was-out-to-make.html' title='Too long, too late, who was out to make you wait?'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-972895937344804735</id><published>2007-05-04T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:00:13.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i haven't been blogging for many donkey days already. Due to MYE. And 6 more papers to go. After which, the usual procedure of getting back the results. Me ending up in hospital, because of the shockness i get from my results. Then my parents will accompany me in the hospital, because of meet the parents day, when my parents get to know my results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-okay. i'm totally kidding about the hospital thing. haha. touchwood.&lt;/em&gt; (Btw, the shock here does not mean the happy one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams. Once again, another wake up call. Still, i would say a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to exams :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today i had fun having lunch with my usual co. &amp;lbl. Can't stop laughing, all thanks to me. LOL! just kidding. I had so much laughter till i almost fell while walking out of kfc. Then siu yun and lbl accompanied me to wait for my bus. And we talked about many stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Now i don't have the inspiration to blog. I have an idea of what to blog earlier on. You see, inspiration come and go just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. I was so pissed off when i took a bus to my tuition. A 40 plus year old aunty was cursing me in hokkien, thinking that i can't hear because i was listening to my i-pod or thinking that i don't understand hokkien. Damn. Is she blind or what? Can't she see the bus is so packed, how the heck was i supposed to move?! Nevermind, i can understand her situation, old aunty, so the vision is not that powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, did you notice the moon is so round and bright?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I wanna change my blogskin, but i can't find a suitable one. Maybe i'll search for one after MYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkay. I wanna watch &lt;em&gt;Maho Sensei Negima,&lt;/em&gt; which is showing in few minutes time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-972895937344804735?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/972895937344804735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/972895937344804735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-i-havent-been-blogging-for-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-7212193457811276546</id><published>2007-04-27T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T15:54:59.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cried today after ss exam. Sign. Hopefully i don't fail the ss paper, it's not like i didn't study for it. I didn't manage to complete last question of source-based plus my first part of essay is incomplete. As for english, i didn't quite manage to complete the report writing, so i quickly wrote the endings and handed in. Gosh. As you can see, my time management is really sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don't talk about exams, what can i do if i keep going on and on. Okay, some funny stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we found a mushroom growing in one of our small cupboard, right inside. Seriously gross, but very very very funny. First time, i see a mushroom grow in a classroom. Plus guess what we saw when we remove the cupboard? Many lil crawlies, yes! Ants! A large colony of ants. And a live &lt;em&gt;xiao qiang&lt;/em&gt; (cockroach). Seriously disgusting, there was a weird smell in our class after that.&lt;br /&gt;Also, it was darren's birthday yesterday. Me, di &amp;lun gave him a small tweety cake. Haha. Funny. He eating himself. Anyway happy birthday &amp;amp;thanks for the free ride :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i may sound okay, but no, i'm not okay. Still traumatised about the both exam. But i guess i can pass english paper 1, but most probably not really a good mark. As for ss, i hope miracle happen, &amp;amp;tata i got pass. kays. That's all i needa blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-7212193457811276546?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7212193457811276546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7212193457811276546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-cried-today-after-ss-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-2046833722252709014</id><published>2007-04-24T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:00:05.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/IlVPvcTCp1/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/IlVPvcTCp1/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Brand new beat- BaO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-2046833722252709014?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2046833722252709014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2046833722252709014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-6188766443944655692</id><published>2007-04-24T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:01:59.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last sunday, it was my dad oldie day! (the oldie day here refers to his birthday). Cuz my dad is a year older, thus i named it the oldie day. Gee. I'm sure it's sad to be old, cuz you'll start growing white/grey hair (which my dad has quite a few short strand already), wrinkles start forming on your face etc. Well, i had a sumptous lunch to celebrate dad's birthday. My family went to &lt;em&gt;din tai fung&lt;/em&gt; at paragon. I had plenty of &lt;em&gt;xiao long bao&lt;/em&gt;. LOL! The &lt;em&gt;xiao long bao&lt;/em&gt; really tasted like the ones i ate at taiwan! (Talking about taiwan, i miss&amp;love taiwan plenty!) Just the other day, dad say this year we might be going to holiday at the end of year. Hopefully, nothing crops up this year. And i've started to save some money, like yesterday only. haha. Of cuz, there's term and condition, you see there's no free lunch in this world. Dad say i've got to do well for any exams this year. For the sake of the holiday, you bet i'm gonna study real hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i'm so happy on last sunday, cuz i got two free small cups of ben&amp;amp;jerry ice cream. I had the berry something flavour. Being not greedy, i gave the other one which is the cherry garcier to my mum. My aim is to taste all the flavours of b&amp;j's ice cream. Currently, i had a tub of chunky monkey, which is banana flavoured ice cream. Strong taste plus smell of banana. And i think my aim is not gonna work, if i just eat the mint flavour ice cream, whenever i go to b&amp;amp;j ice cream store. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You better study real hard, you better not play, you better concentrate during lesson times. Cuz MYE is coming to school!&lt;/em&gt; Great! MYE is just like in less than 100 hours time. Oh well, there's still bits of f&amp;amp;n coursework to do. &lt;s&gt;Signing&lt;/s&gt; blogging off now. (err the sentence sounds weird) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JAH-NE! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-6188766443944655692?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6188766443944655692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6188766443944655692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-sunday-it-was-my-dad-oldie-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-4358319471758279127</id><published>2007-04-21T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:01:00.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my last time performing in the speech day. I didn't cry! lol! That doesn't mean i won't miss my fluto peepo. I'll miss playing, crapping &amp;etc with them!&lt;strong&gt; I'M SO GONNA MISS THEM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band was so high! Supposedly, we rock the school yesterday! Yes! All by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;the band broke the &lt;s&gt;guiness world&lt;/s&gt; bukit view school record. We had the biggest group hug! Which is so super duper fun :D We formed a beeeeeeeeeeeg circle. &amp;hafiz shouted something like "run or squeeze..." The only thing i remembered was stucking among people, almost suffocated and die on the spot. Hahs. Nah. Just kidding. teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, i'm kinda sad that i didn't get to take a group pic with 7 besties. But it's okay, cuz i believe there'll be a chance in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are some random pics from yesterday. For more pic, please look to your left of the computer screen, scroll down the 'run with me' column. And you'll see 'see that', if you're sensible enough, you'll click onto 'speech day'07'. Well, if you can't then when you're out tomorrow, go on and shout "I'm a big dummy! (and then you cry)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiorzqQwCbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WTyvOzFr0bk/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055901698194672050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiorzqQwCbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WTyvOzFr0bk/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiotZqQwCcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PdKdvCKMy6Y/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055903450541328834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiotZqQwCcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PdKdvCKMy6Y/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samantha ah! Samantha ask you to concentrate, you pose to the camera. &lt;em&gt;Tsk tsk tsk ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Riovb6QwCdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/q2W3t9xjsZo/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055905688219290066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Riovb6QwCdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/q2W3t9xjsZo/s320/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiovsaQwCeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4wFtmI8MQUQ/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055905971687131618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiovsaQwCeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4wFtmI8MQUQ/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A snapshot of jacq conducting. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiowVKQwCgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/89eOOPDEJIo/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055906671766800898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiowVKQwCgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/89eOOPDEJIo/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiowQaQwCfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mi8_pI4QbtI/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055906590162422258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiowQaQwCfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mi8_pI4QbtI/s320/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiowmaQwChI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MpDJpSXTyFw/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055906968119544338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiowmaQwChI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MpDJpSXTyFw/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiowuaQwCiI/AAAAAAAAABE/YEEY0WTlQA4/s1600-h/DSC00306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055907105558497826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiowuaQwCiI/AAAAAAAAABE/YEEY0WTlQA4/s320/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RioxHKQwCjI/AAAAAAAAABM/HgPQwDLTxs4/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055907530760260146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RioxHKQwCjI/AAAAAAAAABM/HgPQwDLTxs4/s320/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiowQaQwCfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mi8_pI4QbtI/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RioxZaQwCkI/AAAAAAAAABU/KDrFKlde8CI/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055907844292872770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RioxZaQwCkI/AAAAAAAAABU/KDrFKlde8CI/s320/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RioxgqQwClI/AAAAAAAAABc/48R-XBOCPkY/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055907968846924370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RioxgqQwClI/AAAAAAAAABc/48R-XBOCPkY/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i was totally clueless to the solutions for a. math mock exams in just tuition. BOO! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's my cousin birthday(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I think i should hide my junk food. You know why cuz my dad has been snacking on them. He's coughing, and yet he still snack on my junk food. The sad thing is i can't hide my B&amp;J ice-cream, or else it'll melt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the fact that the time is running fast. And there's so much things to do. Well, so i should stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-4358319471758279127?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4358319471758279127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4358319471758279127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-my-last-time-performing.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/RiorzqQwCbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WTyvOzFr0bk/s72-c/DSC00322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-6783568529561513741</id><published>2007-04-20T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T01:57:29.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i'm watching Lizzie Mcguire. "You better not shout, you better not cry, you better not ???, i'm telling you why. Cuz santa cla..." Oops. Now is not x'mas. Sorry. I was too engross in the lizzie show, it's about santa! Geezus. Now is only april, dec is still far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i wasn't awake becuase i'm excited about the last speech day i'm attending tomorrow. Nah. I am doing something for flute sections. And i'm really sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i got hold of the class cheer video. I don't know why but i kept on laughing, as i watching the short video. As in i laughed out loud, as though that was america funniest home video i'm watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-6783568529561513741?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6783568529561513741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6783568529561513741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/morning-currently-im-watching-lizzie.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-4826563132274255858</id><published>2007-04-17T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:45:58.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGZZZ! Not a COP, neither did we got a bronze. But we got SILVER. A SILVER! We're so super duper happy&amp;amp;high, when we recieved the news. Me and angeline rushed up to the 3rd level, where we saw ms aida, and when we heard we got silver. We screamed from 3rd level to 1st level.&lt;br /&gt;And then rushed to the temp. structure, the band members were screaming like hell over there. (well, it was dumb of me not to go temp structure right away)&lt;br /&gt;I find that my sec 3 juniors are like so damn cute. When some of them knew about the result. They went over to 4e2 (cuz samuel was inside). One of them was telling samuel we got silver, the other one show the 's' sign. And another one drew a 's' on the watery window. Gosh! Aren't they so super duper funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may think why is the band screaming as if we got a gold or gold with honour. We're soooooooo happy cuz our hardwork paid off. Though we didn't practice as hard as those gold or gold with honour band, but still we practice quite a lot. Which cca practice twice/ thrice a week? Which cca is the last to leave the school almost everytime?&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the sec 4 can at least step down in joy. Cuz we didn't disappoint our ex bvmb seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET'S GO BVMB LET'S GO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE GOT SILVER, BVMB, SILVER! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first and last time participating syf(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to this freaking childish person. Who are you to call me a devil. You're not even my friend or whatsoever, what makes you think you've got the right to call me a devil?! Making a mockery out of my name, shows that you are a freaking childish person, with a low IQ. It doesn't make me feel scared when you call me a devil, instead it makes me wanna laugh. I was just thinking if are you a 3 year old boy who got stuck in a 15 year old body? Grow up, you BIG LOSER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-4826563132274255858?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4826563132274255858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4826563132274255858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/omgzzz-not-cop-neither-did-we-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-2031942597760806052</id><published>2007-04-14T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:12:59.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was friday the 13th. That's explain our conductor sorta nasty temper.&lt;br /&gt;And it was mayor's birthday. *shakes head* Luckily, my birthday don't fall on the 13th, or else i'll never be happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, tuition was fun as usual. I had to talk about fastfood for 2 mins, no preparation at all. So the topic was okay. But hui yan got her own topic, snow white and the seven dwarf! Haha. I think she was the best speaker. Shall not go into the detail of what's her speech about. Tell you ah, sometimes your crap make sense too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had a seriously weird dream, which woke me up from my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there isn't any interesting stuff happening today. Life's a routine sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to blog, but i feel like blogging. The sad thing is i've no idea what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for july to come quick. Not becuz it's my birthday. But HARRY POTTER's movie!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, then i randomly tune into a channel. Watched Frasier. Haha. It's kinda funny. &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;i so wanna watch unfabulous now. Or maybe scooby doo, powerpuff girl (lol). Still, i've not forgotten about MTVs which i watch most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Tomorrow is another long day, sad to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-2031942597760806052?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2031942597760806052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2031942597760806052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-4211583218695880008</id><published>2007-04-12T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:03:20.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omgzz. Today is so super duper fun! After the normal school hours, me, yah hoon, siu yun and teng jin were playing games. Lots of childish yet fun games. Teng jin's action was friggin' funny to the max! I laugh till i sat on the floor! ROFL! That's not all yet. I played&lt;em&gt; hei bai pei&lt;/em&gt; with yu yang kor, and i won the 2nd round. The only reason why i lose in the game. Cuz my mindset is play the game, so i had fun playing the game without thinking/concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;And hoon bestie is strong! She could piggyback me and walked around. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's up with yoyo in the class. Reminds me of the blue yoyo, which i think i misplace it somewhere in the house. And yay to me, cuz i could still play yoyo. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i learnt from science tuition today?! O level there's a thang call trial and error, whereby when you do the physics paper (well, i don't know if it works for other cambridge paper) and if you reached your dead end that you couldn't solve the question. Remember not to leave it blank. Just write a random number down, cuz if you're very lucky (which the possibility is one out of a million) the random number you wrote might be correct. And tata! You get the marks. I wonder if that's is true, but i found it funny. All those was said by my science teacher who happens to be a teacher in ahmad ibrahim sec school.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i learnt other things too, apart from the trial and error thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it makes me wonder why Donald Trump that rich old man is in WWE? Too bad, that wrestlemania can only be catch in the demand tv which I need to pay. It's really pointless to pay i don't know how much to know the reason why Donald Trump is now in the WWE business. Isn't he scared the wrestler punches his wits out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. That's all that. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-4211583218695880008?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4211583218695880008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4211583218695880008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/omgzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-8709632775922317009</id><published>2007-04-10T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:48:06.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/3703/pissedtx7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *points to the pissed off icon*&lt;br /&gt;This was how i felt most of the time today. Cuz i didn't complete those h/w i was supposed to do yesterday. Well, the typical angel, work undone she'll feel very annoyed or pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;And as if that weren't bad enough, i got scared stiff about the NE quiz today. You know they always love telling you "oh, if you fail the NE quiz, you can't take psle/o level (in this case it's o level)". I got a junior only, becuz i forgot to build those effing building, which causes me to get an effing junior grade only. roar!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i think getting a junior grade ain't bad too, cuz the badge is white in colour =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suspecting i'm having sleeping disorder. LOL! Ya, sleeping disorder. Almost everytime, once somebody mentioned the word 'sleep'. I'll feel kinda sleepy. Or another scenario is when my fellow classmates having a nice nap. I'll feel sleepy too. Last night, i had &lt;strong&gt;EIGHT hours&lt;/strong&gt; of sleep. Still, i felt tired today. You know a human just need 6hours of sleep daily and that's enough. Geezus, i'm think i'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reading thang has just hit me recently. Once again, i'm totally into reading a novel titled 'All America Girl' by Meg Cabot. A cool book i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. Nights peepo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-8709632775922317009?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8709632775922317009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8709632775922317009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/points-to-pissed-off-icon-this-was-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-4195623452669362119</id><published>2007-04-08T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:53:37.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently i'm watching ANTM VII. Hate monique to the max, she's acting like she's already the top model . Gee. I could give her a punch right at her nose if i see her. Ask her to kiss my toilet's seat. ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. As usual, went to meet up with my study group peepo at kap mac. Teng jin got a yellow balloon from mac! &amp;now the yellow balloon is at my home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. My brain feel so empty now.&lt;br /&gt;So ya. BYE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-4195623452669362119?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4195623452669362119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4195623452669362119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/currently-im-watching-antm-vii.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-3573340491025589193</id><published>2007-04-07T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:29:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uhlalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day? lol. Well, today as usual i went for tuition. Shucks. Ms angie complained to my dad that i didn't do her works. Luckily, i've a crappy brain, which could give a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; explanation about it. Thus, dad didn't nag that much. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to vivocity. Of course, i had BEN&amp;JERRY's ice cream! AFter that, went to NUM to buy a tee which feature 'dopey'. haha. And a pair of havaianas. Cuz that pair of billabong slippers which i'm wearing currently is kinda old &amp;amp;dirty already.&lt;br /&gt;Dang! I love all the tee at NUM! Becuz i'm a tee lover! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, i didn't went to have dinner with my family. I was tired. Caught zack&amp;amp;cody before i took a nap. Then had &lt;em&gt;hor fun&lt;/em&gt; for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously now i'm right in front of the laptop again.&lt;br /&gt;Shall turn in soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-3573340491025589193?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/3573340491025589193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/3573340491025589193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/uhlalalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-757830401670304208</id><published>2007-04-06T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:57:09.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I joined neopets again! haha. I did it out of vanity =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i should start to be more self-discipline, instead of lazing around. Time is running out. Taking my first o level written paper in around a month time.&lt;br /&gt;Please work hard angel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-757830401670304208?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/757830401670304208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/757830401670304208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-joined-neopets-again-haha_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-8766682131041157754</id><published>2007-04-06T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:40:07.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can we do the class cheer again? From yesterday to now, i just can't stop thinking of the fun i had when doing my class cheer with my friends. Time flies fast. Very fast.&lt;br /&gt;All i wish is to do the class cheer with my friends again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I went for buffet just now. Didn't ate much (cuz i'm sleepy after taking the pills for cough), so i kinda waste the money. haha.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm feeling much better now. My nose came back! After running for don't know how many miles. My coughing is lesser, and my throat isn't that pain now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-8766682131041157754?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8766682131041157754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8766682131041157754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-we-do-class-cheer-again-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-1416511260385263135</id><published>2007-04-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:19:19.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY HEY YOU YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was the class cheer. And we didn't win. To me, i felt disappointed and shock, even till now. Guess the rest of my classmates are feeling this way too? I dare say we put in lots of efforts, if not our cheer wouldn't be so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i find that our class cheer was super great! Especially the last part, the so-called tribe dance. haha&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, in my heart 4e3'07 is the winner. And &lt;strong&gt;i feel proud to be part of 4e3'07! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. Two. Yes two. For this week, it was my second time visiting the doctor. Toldja the doctor is handsome. Nah, i'm just kidding. I became &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angel the red-nose reindeer&lt;/span&gt;. Yea. Stole the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red-nose&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rudolph the reindeer&lt;/span&gt;. Get what i mean? I had running nose. So i went to see a doctor again.&lt;br /&gt;So now i've to take lots of fruits or vitamin c, cuz i'm lacking of vitamin c, which results my body having low resistence, ending me getting cough+running nose+fever=mc.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, having the mc was kinda great, cuz you can rest. But falling ill really suck!&lt;br /&gt;There's something which i don't geddit. Why my cough hasn't recover yet. I kept visiting the doctor, and the doctor gave me a different medicine. I though i could recover too. But no, i have flu and fever(again) now. Maybe i guess i ate the 2 bar of small chocolate (freddo &amp;kit kat) Oops! Shucks, i leak out my secret. Ssshhh, pretend you didn't see the sentence alright, cuz angel is lazy to delete it. &amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;remember not to tell my parents about it, especially my dad =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cuz i'm ill, i didn't go for band and tuitions. Actually, i can't attend school today too, but because for the class cheer, which i had lots of fun while cheering and not forgeting it's my last time participating the cheer competition. So i seriously, didn't wish to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;Say yay! with me, cuz tomorrow is good friday=public holiday=don't have to go school=can wake up late=me resting more. I'm aiming to get well over the long weekends. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jah-ne :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-1416511260385263135?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/1416511260385263135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/1416511260385263135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-hey-you-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-4191986475747652739</id><published>2007-04-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:13:58.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn! Why must 1st april fall on a sunday? Cuz if it's on weekend, it would be more fun, as you can fool others. haha&lt;br /&gt;So anyway &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOL xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-4191986475747652739?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4191986475747652739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4191986475747652739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/damn-why-must-1st-april-fall-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-2396515875039946889</id><published>2007-04-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:03:33.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap. I find that the theme of the VE project is really crappy. We need to do project on 'marriage'. Like wth, we are still far from that marriage thing. Hello! We are 15 or maybe 16. I feel that we should do some topic which is more related to us. Though i find the ve project is a total crap, but i won't write crap stuffs. For the sake of the marks. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside of school stuffs. You know i'm so wanting to study/revising now. Ever since i attended cjc band performance yesterday night. And i made up my mind, if my o level results can allow me to enter cjc or sajc, i might reconsider of choosing jc. If not, well back to choosing courses from polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;cjc's band conductor is superb charming! Okay. Back to the concert, i love all their songs! Especially the 'Watchman, Tell Us Of The Night".&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;omgzz. Cuz cjc peepo are like crappy. Hahs. That school certainly suit me with their crappy peepo. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *heart* my study group to the max. Cuz they study which inspire me to study too.&lt;br /&gt;And i've got plan after i step down from my cca in less than a month time. I'll be &lt;em&gt;chiong-ing&lt;/em&gt; with my studies. One thing for sure, during weekends i will be mugging outside. Cuz home is too distracting. You see, for some reason, my tv &amp;amp;comp is really&lt;em&gt; seductive. &lt;/em&gt;Ah yes, don't you know my tv is sleek and sexy. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-2396515875039946889?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2396515875039946889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2396515875039946889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/04/crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-2449075244993319090</id><published>2007-03-30T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:19:18.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First first first.. I really really wanna apologise to my bestfriend, hoon bestie. I felt really bad after reading her blog. Hoon is really one of my bestest of friends in life. For example, we share some common interest of crapping (lol), we love the same country, we can have common topic to talk about, we love watching funny shows that makes us laugh (la bi xiao xin!).&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember those holidays when i bluff my mum that i'll go to hoon's house to do homework, but in the end me &amp;hoon played with her bros and neighbours (wait a min, but we really did some homeworks. haha). It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Also hoon never fail to cheer me up whenever i felt sad or when i'm crying, she'll draw nice pictures or recommend me to see funny show that can cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;And something which i'll never never never forget, she organised a surprise birthday party for me last year, the &lt;strong&gt;first friend &amp;amp;person&lt;/strong&gt; to hold a birthday surprise party. I'm really very touched about that.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, i hope hoon will be my best friend forever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz i never once regret chosing her as my bestestestest friend in life &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this few days is bad, cuz i can't seem to stop coughing. I don't know why. I cough till tears roll down, funny huh (thinking about it, i felt like luaghing. haha)&lt;br /&gt;Also, i almost ask my dad to bring me to hospital. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;You see, i'm over paranoid. Cuz i wanna stop this cough like&lt;strong&gt; NOW. Yes NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. The cough really irritates me &gt;&lt;&gt; err&lt;/em&gt; i dont know what, but she's a french canadian. Geezus, she's looks like she's in her early 40's, when her actual age is 51, a FIVE and a ONE. I wanted to take a photo of her, but i didn't take my hp. But in my opinion, she looks kinda weird, no matter at what angle i look at her. haha&lt;br /&gt;She wants to learn hip hop dance &amp;amp;stuff. So i think i can recommend di to teach her. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that since we can have a relief teacher, when the teacher is ill. So can we have a relief student when we're ill?&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant idea right?&lt;br /&gt;Yups, i know that xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jah-ne :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-2449075244993319090?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2449075244993319090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2449075244993319090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-first-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-2122068255916518239</id><published>2007-03-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:30:51.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geezus. I break my lifetime record, by seeing doctor thrice this month. 1st two was due to stomachache &amp;fever. And now cough plus fever. What's the point of having fever, when i couldn't get a MC. Damn. And i can see that the fever medicine flashing it evil grin at me like 'hur hur hur, nice to meet you again. I'm going to torture you with my bitterness. wahaha'&lt;br /&gt;And then i'm like ' i can always throw you alway without taking you' :p&lt;br /&gt;(alright, i know the above conversation is like totally dumb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries* I don't feel that i'm a good friend. Cuz i suck at consoling people. The most guilty thing is i didn't even realise my bestfriend was crying! I feel bad, really bad. sign..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fate. It can't be put into words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-2122068255916518239?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2122068255916518239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2122068255916518239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/03/geezus.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-9157321843522534824</id><published>2007-03-24T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:12:41.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Today in band andrew and joel fan were being comical. And they really are. That 2 gay partners kept giving each other flying kisses *pukes* LOL! Not only me feel like vomitting kays, samantha too. And they not only gave flying kisses to each other once, but many many times!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Dang funny. I still can't stop laughing. ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i wanted to watch&lt;em&gt; dou dou xian sheng&lt;/em&gt; (bean's holiday). But there was no seat avail. How sad right. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i couldn't get my little miss bad hooded long sleeve tee, which i saw it before cny. Sign. I should've bought it earlier, instead of wanting to buy now and sadly there isn't any stocks left. rahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is got another pair of levi jean. Dad collecting it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw i learnt some signs from thwe ni and andrew. Lame loser whatever moron stupid sucker.&lt;br /&gt;Way cool those signs.&lt;br /&gt;Geezus. I seriously will miss my those 2 juniors if i step down. They're the ones who always brighten the flute's section days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;jah-ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-9157321843522534824?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/9157321843522534824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/9157321843522534824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-5704175303806261786</id><published>2007-03-24T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:11:17.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESSSSSSSSS! I'm much better now. Yay to me. Cuz i cried just now. If not i won't feel okay.&lt;br /&gt;Still a bit scared of that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T.G.I.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank.god.i'm.alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-5704175303806261786?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5704175303806261786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5704175303806261786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesssssssss-im-much-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-3741546514792990567</id><published>2007-03-23T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:09:07.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't got over the tremor, which happened around 3hr30mins ago. I'm still trembling a lil bit and my heart is beating at a slightly faster rate.&lt;br /&gt;Why did god send me such &lt;em&gt;surprises &lt;/em&gt;again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering what's that &lt;em&gt;surprise&lt;/em&gt;. Oh well, i almost couldn't take O level and parents nearly lose me. Cuz i was closed to being knock down by a car. For some weird reason, i didn't know why i cross the road. But i swear i didn't saw that oncoming car. Luckily, those shatec guys shouted at me, it was then i heard the car's horning at me. Then i quickly ran, instead of standing at there like a dumb dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Well, one of my senior saw me, she shouted at me, but i didn't heard it. Thus still greatful to those shatec guys. And the car for horning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, i felt so scared. I still couldn't get over it. For your info, this was the 3rd time i was closed to knock down by a car.&lt;br /&gt;First time was at sec 2, when my mum said smth to me (i forget what). I felt kinda angry and just crossed the road, without realising a oncoming black car. This one really really must thank the god i didn't got bang. Cuz i was just a few steps away from the car. My mum heart almost dropped out.&lt;br /&gt;Second time happened when i was in sec 2 too. After attending a concert, on my way home. I was nearly knock down by a vehicle too. Few steps away. All those on lookers just gave the shock sound plus expression.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why those first and second time when i was nearly knock down by a car, i was okay after minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;But not for today, still trying to calm myself. Damn. I didn't dare tell my parents about it. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;And for your info, today is not one of my emo days kays. I guess i'm just too tired. Maybe i should learn mr bean putting toothpick to open my eyes wide. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign. Didn't really put in effort in today english tuition. Cuz the whole time i was thinking about that incident. Hahs. Still i got 42/50 for my oral presentation in tuition. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG sign. I'm trapped right in between band and mum. So how? Mum wants me to attend tuition tomorrow. While my conductor said if he see anyone absent, he will leave right away. So what am i supposed to do? Cut myself into half?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's easy for you to say stop tuition for awhile. But do you know what's my mum's character? She's one of the most kiasu mama in s'pore.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can always do a make up. But when? Midnight? I've got not only 3 tuitions, but 6 tuitions in a week. How the heck am i going to find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for complaining. But i want to say something. This year we're having SYF. Why the school want to have cheer competition on april or maybe even holding a cheer competition. The school squeezed all the practices. So the non-practices we have to attend cheer practice. For god sake, i'm not a robot. I need a break too. My life is not only about schools, but there 6 tuitions in a week.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for others they can go home, and then rest before doing homework or revising.&lt;br /&gt;But as for me? The only break i had is when i'm having my meals. When i reached home after tuition, i can't even rest, because it's already around 9 plus to ten. It's the time when the bed starts calling you, and once you lie on it, you'll wake up only the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hectic life. I'll perservere as much as i can...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to complain, but i'm just stating a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People may laugh frequently, but that doesn't always mean they're happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-3741546514792990567?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/3741546514792990567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/3741546514792990567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-havent-got-over-tremor-which-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-8221848197915492495</id><published>2007-03-18T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:40:11.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed blogskin. *points up*. He's koike teppei! Acted in gokusen 2. And from WaT(j-pop group).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Stop blogging now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-8221848197915492495?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8221848197915492495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8221848197915492495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/03/changed-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-2873208253251477104</id><published>2007-03-17T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:48:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/9393/8515633qx7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *points to the icon* &amp;amp;*nods head*&lt;br /&gt;Crap. Seriously i'm dead. What have i done this week?&lt;br /&gt;Baking, watching more jap drama or manga, eat, sleep, shit, goes for tuition. Well, at least something fruitful. Reading novel, as well as comic books (err comic book is not counted as something fruitful)&lt;br /&gt;Ah look at what've done.&lt;br /&gt;*look through again*&lt;br /&gt;Where's the do the assignments and studying for test part?&lt;br /&gt;That's why i'm dead *like points gun at myself* &lt;strong&gt;LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahs. Okay. It isn't that bad afterall. Cuz i did some of the assignments &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. But the bad thing is, i have yet to study for the tests (mind the 's' behind the 'test')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked brownie yesterday. Screwed those brownie badly. It wasn't yummy, but it didn't taste awful. The worst thing is i burnt 1% of my &lt;s&gt;middle&lt;/s&gt; index finger. Small matter. I just dipped it into ice and water. And the next thing, &lt;em&gt;tata&lt;/em&gt;, my index finger was healed. hahs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap manga, jap anime, jap drama are loveeeeeeee! Everything to do with jap are loveeeeee! Especially the actor/singer. Haha&lt;br /&gt;I'm going gaga over all those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jah-ne! ^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-2873208253251477104?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2873208253251477104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2873208253251477104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/03/points-to-icon-head-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-6026553624381358233</id><published>2007-03-14T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:02:58.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess today my blog topic would be about food!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;YAY to me! Cuz i bake some &lt;em&gt;cuppy&lt;/em&gt;cake. (Like &lt;em&gt;AT LAST!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;To me, i find it a success. See, it's my first time baking cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/1711/dsc00269ku6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cupcakes are&lt;em&gt; suntanning&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/2755/dsc00270rg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;em&gt; suntanning&lt;/em&gt;, the cupcakes look a bit burnt. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/2159/dsc00272bw9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail the glacing part. You see it's so thick. Nevermind. As i said, it's my first time =]&lt;br /&gt;End of report for cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the next food: chicken pieeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img45.imageshack.us/img45/4422/dsc00258jf9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chicken pie *points above* was done during last week fnn practical.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it tasted better than the ones at delifrance. Duh! Cuz it was made by ourselves. And most of the hard work should go to hoon. She was the one who made the skin of the chicken pie. No skin=no pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/5527/dsc00259cs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was daft, so i went to write the word 'Angel :D' using chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;I went to marina mandrain hotel (i think the hotel is spelled this way) with my family to have dinner buffet. The food is two thumbs up. There is chocolate fondue(my favourite!), many types of cakes, haagen diaz ice cream and many other foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/259/dsc00261fb8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate till my stomach feels like exploding. Seriously, i ate sooooo much that i had a hard time walking :x&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cool if there's is a chocolate fondue in your home. And you can eat marshmallow or strawberry with chocolate as when you like. Way fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many talks on food will either bores you or make you hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/9198/dsc00268ae6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went back to school eventually. To help out on the decor at the dnt foyer. At first, me, di and sylvia wanted to leave at 12 plus. In the end, we left at 2 plus. Can say it was kinda tired and funny. I don't know how a vacuum cleaner can make me laugh so much and hard.&lt;br /&gt;Before we went home, we had tako yaki! Omgzz! I love tako yakiiiiiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-6026553624381358233?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6026553624381358233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6026553624381358233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-guess-today-my-blog-topic-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-2299529590179001589</id><published>2007-03-13T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:32:48.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so moody &lt;em&gt;poody&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Today must be one of my moodiest &lt;em&gt;poodiest&lt;/em&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i get angry at every little thing today. Maybe because i didn't make cupcakes today, as i initially wanted too!&lt;br /&gt;I think i won't be able to sleep tonight. Unless i bake some cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw my hp or the laptop or the usb cable (which links the both of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damndamndamn &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-2299529590179001589?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2299529590179001589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/2299529590179001589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloody-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-5207846043250423680</id><published>2007-03-08T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:32:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been long since i didn't blog. Alright, it's a week only since i didn't blog. But still, i miss blogging like fu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a short one, though i've many things to blog, so i'll leave it over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I MISS BLOGGING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geezus. Many people are falling sick, just today about 5 of my classmates were absent. Did i pass them my fever? (well, i'm talking rubbish cuz fever is not contagious)&lt;br /&gt;And i was absent on tuesday, stayed at home with my mummy =]&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since the doctor gave me a mc during a school day. Let's see, the last time I was absent from school was 924853290750285 days ago. To be exact, it's sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! 4e3'07 won the chinese new year decoration! Well, actually we had a tied with 4e4. Anyway, the most important thing is we get those goody foody.&lt;br /&gt;Tell you ah, today ss remedial wasn't like ss remedial cuz most of them went to look for mr tan h. to add marks to our ss common test.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the main point, the main point is mr tan wc. was so angry, till he kinda makes everyone laugh. Did we laugh becuz of our own actions or...&lt;br /&gt;And jia han laughed till as though he was getting an asthma or something, which is so comical. Btw does donkey laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we got back our common test results. Some marks really shock me.&lt;br /&gt;Such as physics i got 20.5/25. And e. math 25/30. You know how happy i was? Cuz i didn't get all this mark since last year. Well, this year i sorta improve a lot, except for my combined humanities and fnn which i need to pull up my socks =]&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, my parents were happy too. And i can't believe my mum went to tell my da yi that i scored full marks for my 1st a. math test for this year. And then my &lt;em&gt;da yi&lt;/em&gt; tell my cousins, aunts and uncles during cny reunion dinner, right in front of me. You know how i almost puke out my food. Of cuz, i wasn't quite please about that, cuz it's just the test is about techniques and stuff. And there wasn't anything to be so proud of.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue next time =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-5207846043250423680?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5207846043250423680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/5207846043250423680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-long-since-i-didnt-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-4250864778671597286</id><published>2007-02-28T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:28:21.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moshimoshi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day i get &lt;s&gt;motivated&lt;/s&gt;. 2 more days to go. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the reason why motivated is striked off, cuz amin said noone can motivate a person bla bla bla)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i know you might be wondering who is amin&lt;s&gt;ah&lt;/s&gt;. He's our funny instructor for the&lt;strong&gt; i'm gifted so are u&lt;/strong&gt; programme.&lt;br /&gt;Now i know why the programme is so expensive, i think partly is due to the materials which they gave us. 2 books, 1 sketch book and a set of colour pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i'm in the mohawk group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOHAWKKK! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is mainly about self-esteem, learning to make notes or summarising topic into notes etc.&lt;br /&gt;Almost 80% of the time, you'd be laughing your ass out, as well as learning stuffs. &amp;i'm looking forward to the second day of course :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;my the other instructor, woei tang and not war tank (hahaha). His sister heck into the school intranet. She changed the welcome to *insert school's name here*, to "This school sucks. Please do not come" (something like this, i only remember the 'this school sucks')&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i learnt some lame jokes too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Past is not equal to the future &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-4250864778671597286?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4250864778671597286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4250864778671597286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/moshimoshi-d-today-is-first-day-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-1843267423509109527</id><published>2007-02-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:30:31.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may be abandoning this blog for good.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs. Cuz xanga is great! They can keep your post private and stuff. In short, xanga has more function than blogger.&lt;br /&gt;But, i need to find a nice skin first. Before i officially start blogging in xanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-1843267423509109527?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/1843267423509109527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/1843267423509109527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-may-be-abandoning-this-blog-for-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-7077778140103644827</id><published>2007-02-24T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:35:24.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was right!&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to&lt;em&gt; lao yu sheng &lt;/em&gt;with my family and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;See! I know my aunt so well. My parents just don't believe that today my aunt will call us and asked us to go to bukit panjang to &lt;em&gt;lao yu sheng&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciao =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: watching j-drama. That's why it's so short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-7077778140103644827?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7077778140103644827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7077778140103644827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-right-today-i-went-to-lao-yu.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-6552783735205902737</id><published>2007-02-23T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:09:06.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like blogging. But i don't know what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Today in english tuition's mr ____ (i forget my teacher's name again. Bad memory. haha) asked us what is life.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't give much of problem for me to answer in one sentence =]&lt;br /&gt;Then we played the dumb 'please explain' game. He gave me the topic 'education'. I said education was about knowledge bla bla bla (am i right saying knowledge?).&lt;br /&gt;PFFFT! Not fairrrrrrr! Others get easy peasy topic such as handphones, television, spectacles and even topic about cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;Why did he give me 'education'?!!&lt;br /&gt;I think i know why he gave me that topic, cuz i look just like a dweeb!&lt;br /&gt;haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Done.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like blogging. &amp;amp;i blogged something just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: the reason why the many smileys decrease to 3 smileys because there's band tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-6552783735205902737?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6552783735205902737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6552783735205902737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn-damn-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-8588028332830011956</id><published>2007-02-22T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:46:21.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROFL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what jia han got for me from korea. None other than an airsick bag from korea airline. PLUS a FAKE bae yong jun's signature.&lt;br /&gt;Please laugh, cuz it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/5857/000gtc0kip3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams* OGURI SHUN! Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;He acted as Detective Conan, few years back. And it so happens, that i love reading detective conan's comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-8588028332830011956?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8588028332830011956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8588028332830011956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/omgzzz-rofl-you-know-what-jia-han-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-6696693352839687064</id><published>2007-02-20T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:25:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minutes ago, i had my kinda of &lt;em&gt;erm &lt;/em&gt;terrible dinner. Mum cooked the maggi mee (mee goreng) into soup. Just imagine, that should be eaten dry, and it ended up with soup. But i still ate it. Cuz i learnt from watching a j-drama, teaching me that we should appreciate what others cook for us no matter if it tastes bad or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs! I feel like i've been enlightened! *tink*&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i realised why i like high building. Cuz it seem like i'm closer to the sky. Not because, there's bird or whatsoever up on the sky. But planes. Ahh yes! Planes =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i'll overcome any obstacles on my way. Be it academic or what. I ain't gonna be a coward! I must be brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIGHT OH~ OH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-6696693352839687064?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6696693352839687064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6696693352839687064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/minutes-ago-i-had-my-kinda-of-erm.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-3664635408385404494</id><published>2007-02-20T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T01:02:23.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the 2nd day of cny. How time flies?&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my family and i went to house visiting again. Firstly, we went to my parents' friends' house. I had nothing better to do, hence fell asleep on the sofa. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i went to my &lt;em&gt;da gu's&lt;/em&gt; house. Again, all my aunties, uncles and cousins were over there.&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i went to watch 'just follow law'. The jack neo's movie. Dang funny &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-3664635408385404494?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/3664635408385404494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/3664635408385404494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-was-2nd-day-of-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-7716106472815086770</id><published>2007-02-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:15:38.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GONG HEI GONG HEI! (i don't know is this is cantonese or hokkien, anyway it means 'gong xi fa cai')&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of chinese new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other years, this year i was reluctant to wake up. Not that i'm not excited about visiting, btw who's not, when we get to receive our annual bonus. It's just that i'm very sleepy. Obviously, this year my parents had to wake me up, and not vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress up &amp;stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;First up, we went to my grandma's house to &lt;em&gt;bai nian&lt;/em&gt;. It was boring over there. &amp;amp;my cousin changed a gf again. He changes gf, just like how he changes his shirts (LOL!). In my opinion, i find that the previous gf is much prettier than the current one.&lt;br /&gt;Then those lil cousins came. Geezus! Magunn has grown fatter, she's K2 only. I'm not laughing, but it's obvious. She grew taller too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to my &lt;em&gt;da yi's&lt;/em&gt; house. All my cousins and uncles and aunties were over there.&lt;br /&gt;We're the good type. So we didn't gamble. Instead we played 'saboteur'. Makes your brain thinks hard, that's why it's fun to play.&lt;br /&gt;And we watched &lt;em&gt;huang jin jia&lt;/em&gt; (the curse of the golden flower). There's bloody scene, which is so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i slept a bit too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the whole lots of us went to my forth aunt's house to have our dinner. Bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;The one sad thing is, i didn't get to go to kbox with my cousins. BOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my cousins' dad didn't allow. You know when one doesn't go, usually it will lead everyone not wanting to go.&lt;br /&gt;So came home around 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign. The first day of cny just ended like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/390/picture0011ep9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and cousin :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-7716106472815086770?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7716106472815086770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/7716106472815086770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-hei-gong-hei-i-dont-know-is-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-8713209548375070357</id><published>2007-02-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:13:10.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(waittttttt! I haven't complete my sentence)&lt;/span&gt; EVEEEEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my time watching j-drama. Geezus! I'm addicted to j-drama once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, it's the eve of the chinese new year. So i had a reunion dinner with my family. We had buffet.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAYYYYYYYYY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my cousins and I may go to the k-box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a cough for *counting 1,2,3...* 3945923821 days!&lt;br /&gt;SEE! This is sooooooooooooo bad!&lt;br /&gt;*cough*how am i going to sing *cough* with my cousins *cough* if i can't stop coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm so excited now! But kinda tired too *yawn*. Irony huh? I'll just try to stay awake as late as possible. Those j-drama will entertain me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-8713209548375070357?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8713209548375070357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/8713209548375070357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-waittttttt-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-4586528779154295201</id><published>2007-02-16T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:03:27.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#339900" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Farashi.rainefall.net%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FArashi%20-%20WISH.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#339900;border:#ECECEC;button:#99FF66;player_text:#EAEAEA;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 4e3 got our first red packet for this coming CNY from mrs leong. Though inside the red packet isn't money, but chocolate. This doesn't matter right. It's the thoughts that count. Unlike some stingy toots... haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During cny, i must study about poker cards. Ya know the topic 'probability' asked about playing cards. This means you must know how many spades, clubs etc. In short, you must know everything about playing card (poker card).&lt;br /&gt;This is dang crap.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes! I know s'poreans gamble. But not all of us gamble. An example will be *points myself*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;even if you gamble, who the heck will think what's the probability of me getting the card i want so i can win..&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo they should just stop giving question on poker card.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you look at the positive side. Maybe this topic 'probability' can be used as an excuse for bringing poker cards to school.&lt;br /&gt;Like you can say 'Oh. I need to study the poker cards for my e. math topic'&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe you guys shouldn't try this method. I doubt it can work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;the fire alarm went off during 4e3's recess.&lt;br /&gt;Lame drill. They set off some explosion at the bio lab bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the drill, we didn't have english lesson =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;the cny celebration was boring. I can only remember i did some world's most boring stuff. Erm not sleeping. In fact, i was too excited to sleep. Thinking that cny is very near. And the outing with 7 besties and ten guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's the FIRST time 7 besties and (10-9) guys went out together. DAVIS! He didn't go. Or else it will be the first time the 17 of us went out together.&lt;br /&gt;We went to bugis. As you all know, bugis is very very very crowded and we're running out of time. So we were split into groups. lol! I went to bugis street with hoon &amp;yan.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i hate shopping. Shopping sucks cuz it makes your legs sore.&lt;br /&gt;I got a belt over there =]&lt;br /&gt;Sign. Sad thing is we didn't take neoprints, cuz we didn't have the time. Never mind! There's always next time :D&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, i did enjoy the outing. Even though we splitted up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;rain rain go away. Come again in 10 years time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be drenched during cny =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, jia han went to korea. Hope he gets me some korean actor or actress or singer's autograph. haha. I'm kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-4586528779154295201?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4586528779154295201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/4586528779154295201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-great-hahaha-d-well-4e3-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-6477259531810483051</id><published>2007-02-15T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:29:47.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My science tuition cancelled. Cuz my teacher has fallen ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hope you get well soon&lt;/s&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm not that mean usually, just that i don't like to go for tuitions. Well, seriously, who likes going to tuitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;valentine's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy belated valentine's day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thanks hoon, di, julia, jacq, louise, siu yun, ann chee, dai fang. Not forgetting chiu yan, eunice and wan yu. They made cake and choc biscuits, cookies, blueberry cheese tart (respectively). Gosh! All of them were yummylicious!&lt;br /&gt;*run &amp;hide*Cuz as a fnn student, i'm lousy at baking cookies or cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;another YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHEENA NEW YEAR IS COMING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end here, i know it's kinda short.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs. Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-6477259531810483051?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6477259531810483051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/6477259531810483051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy-my-science-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-117110543136502873</id><published>2007-02-10T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:14:22.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday O level result was released. Some of our teachers actually asked us to look at our ex-seniors' expression after they received their results. Tear of joyness or tears of sadness? It's either one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Of cuz, i saw both expression. Painful to see the tears of sadness and happy to see those cried because they're happy.&lt;br /&gt;Less than a year, we'll be getting the results. This means O's will start early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, seeing those jumping over their good results, really motivate me to study even harder =]&lt;br /&gt;I must work hard now, so i can enjoy later on.&lt;br /&gt;A chinese saying 'xian ku hou tian'&lt;br /&gt;haha! My chinks not bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;chinky new year is reaching sooooooon!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Reunion dinner, playing (not gambling, cuz i don't gamble *serious tone*) etc. It's like slacking the 3 days away.&lt;br /&gt;But those are my last 'slacking' habit until o's over :D&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, the ang paos i'm gon' receive&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-117110543136502873?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117110543136502873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117110543136502873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-o-level-result-was-released.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-117075631043018933</id><published>2007-02-06T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:14:55.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey surprise to see me blogging? Seriously, i shouldn't be blogging, instead to complete my coursework, never ending homework and study for 2 tests.&lt;br /&gt;But it's really tempting to blog, whenever I on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today some err hilarious stuff happened. It's very rare to see such stuff in secondary school, especially in sec 4. But it's kinda common in primary school, where lil kids love to be a hairdresser going around cutting their's friend's hair. And then next thing you see is the friend bawling.&lt;br /&gt;But today we get to see it 'live' in 4e3. There was everything, except for the bawling part, cuz donkey don't bawl right?&lt;br /&gt;So this is what happened: Hakim accidentally/purposely cut donkey's(jia han) hair. The lucky thing is after the accident/by purpose haircut. Donkey's hair was still kinda same as the past.&lt;br /&gt;I know we shouldn't laugh out loud. I tried controlling. Sadly, fail to do so. And i'm not a sadist kays. It's just that i laugh out loud very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting a new timetable this friday again. It's our &lt;strong&gt;THIRD&lt;/strong&gt; timetable. Gee. The school loves to plan timetable. haha. I'm just kidding. The real reason behind is due to &lt;strong&gt;two &lt;/strong&gt;teachers retiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is next week!(YAY &amp;duh!) And ss &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oops. Angel must be an angel. And blog angelic stuff, or else i will be an un-angel)&lt;/span&gt; common test is 2 days after cny's holiday. Like how the hell am i going to pass. Welps. *shakes head* I guess i've to be a dweeb even on cny =D&lt;br /&gt;And whenever it's cny, you wish you are studying in a school in china, cuz if i'm not wrong the students get a month break.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we don't have such fortune, because s'pore is a multi-racial country. But i guess other races wouldn't mind having a month break right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, you may be thinking what's un-angel. It means evil.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, i know this is total leonshit (&amp;amp;leonshit =bullshit).&lt;br /&gt;Actually, those weird, alienish language which you don't understand is known as angel's language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayo&lt;s&gt;nara&lt;/s&gt;lala&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-117075631043018933?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117075631043018933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117075631043018933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-surprise-to-see-me-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-117068924248224476</id><published>2007-02-05T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:27:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm staring blankly at the computer's screen for like 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have so much time to waste. Remember time is precious =]&lt;br /&gt;That's what you usually will hear in school or when you were younger, or maybe till these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i haven't been blogging constantly this years, which i don't intend to do so anyway. And slowly, you'll lose some ideas of what to blog. And the feeling of cuz suck, needing to stare your dumb computer's screen, scratching your head and goes "ugh ugh ugh.. what should i blog.."&lt;br /&gt;I just read di's blog. She's not blogging for THREE WEEKS! Ah well, some days di and i will just abandon our blogs. Maybe when the o's is nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kiEDuFw36s" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points up* I find gary mv's is so dang cool. It's retro. The beeeeg specs etc.&lt;br /&gt;-superman =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i should stop wasting my time blogging. Instead complete my coursework.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, do you guys find that my post is getting shorter and shorter?&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night ladies and GERMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-117068924248224476?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117068924248224476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117068924248224476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-staring-blankly-at-computers-screen.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-117042914624448083</id><published>2007-02-02T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:51:59.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone please ask my tooth to behave well.&lt;br /&gt;Damn! It's f*cking pain! And i'm not having tooth decay!&lt;br /&gt;I consulted the dentist yesterday, he said might be my fillings which is giving the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here cuz:&lt;br /&gt;1. My tooth is hurting me&lt;br /&gt;2. I wanna watch TEEVEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-117042914624448083?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117042914624448083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117042914624448083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/02/someone-please-ask-my-tooth-to-behave.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-117024909245851053</id><published>2007-01-31T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:44:01.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I hardly study this week.&lt;br /&gt;Please find be a study buddy for me =]&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i'm becoming a dweeb any sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;the worst thing is, i just realised that i haven't read for about a week. That's why i read before i slept last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll revise on chemistry later on, for the upcoming common test. Or do coursework.&lt;br /&gt;(this is silly! Why am i telling you what i'm doing later on)&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so gay everyday (wait a sec, where were you thinking uh?)&lt;br /&gt;The word "gay" in here means happy okay (in case people mistook it)&lt;br /&gt;Especially today! Cuz flute sections and of course my bestfriends never fail to brighten my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;An apple&lt;/s&gt; A laughter a day keeps the doctor away&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had F&amp;amp;N today.&lt;br /&gt;All i learnt today is... i can't cook.&lt;br /&gt;How sad right?&lt;br /&gt;haha! (i'm just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/1600/498926/DSC00230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/320/531189/DSC00230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/1600/854632/DSC00231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/320/30959/DSC00231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/1600/580368/DSC00232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/320/851755/DSC00232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/1600/209074/DSC00233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/320/788975/DSC00233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/1600/638955/DSC00234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/320/510709/DSC00234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! I know that xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/1600/190437/DSC00235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/320/359708/DSC00235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Nah! I don't rock! Cuz&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FLUTE ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like typing now.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D:D:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-117024909245851053?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117024909245851053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117024909245851053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-117016275674031456</id><published>2007-01-30T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:19:02.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sign. It's so hard to blog these days. &lt;strong&gt;TEACHERS READ BLOGS TOO&lt;/strong&gt; (mind the "s" behind the word "teacher")&lt;br /&gt;Thus, you can write good stuff only.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it's hard to blog sad stuff too, cuz ppl might think that you're emo or something.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it's very very very difficult to blog. We're restricted.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should change to xanga?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's wrong with blogging our own true-est opinions of some things. Since this our blog, and so what it's &lt;strong&gt;WORLD WIDE WEB.&lt;/strong&gt; Nobody forces you to read. Remember there's this red lil box for you to get out of this website. Another alternative is, there's always many other much more interesting website for you to surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not happy today. But who cares right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i hope some people can just fuck off &amp;amp;dieeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i hate to be me. I always wonder how long i can last..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-117016275674031456?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117016275674031456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117016275674031456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/sign.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-117008577891072594</id><published>2007-01-29T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:49:38.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.DON'T.KNOW.WHAT.TO.BLOG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY.READING.THESE.SIX.WORDS *points up* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i know it's lame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-117008577891072594?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117008577891072594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/117008577891072594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116982612392962865</id><published>2007-01-26T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:42:04.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today must be my &lt;em&gt;lucky &lt;/em&gt;day(:&lt;br /&gt;Cuz me, hoon and lia got detention as we were late for school.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry yan, none of us blame you.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being sad about detention, me &amp;hoon were total opposite. It's not because we love detention, but because it's our first time getting DC in our life.&lt;br /&gt;I should mark the date down. Hmm. How about every 26 jan, i will name it "detention day" :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is AUSTRALIAN DAY, it's a bit like the national day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today we went to nanyang polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't interesting at all. Cuz i'm not interested in any courses over there. Furthermore, it's so far from my house.&lt;br /&gt;Though at least, we went to the health science course department. We get to learn about how woman give birth to the baby (which is scary, at the same time, felt that mum is really great! :D)&lt;br /&gt;Then we also get to see x-ray stuff&lt;br /&gt;WAY COOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i'm not interested in those courses =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll stop here. I wanna watch DEVIL BESIDE YOU&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116982612392962865?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116982612392962865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116982612392962865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-must-be-my-lucky-day-cuz-me-hoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116964648488741177</id><published>2007-01-24T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:44:37.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This few days was really scary. Cuz the discipline committee really did sudden spotcheck for hp and mp3.&lt;br /&gt;But i don't know why. It just makes me feel that the discipline committee are like those hogwarts' teachers (you know the prof snape etc) and the hp &amp;amp;mp3 are dementors.&lt;br /&gt;Simple. They are like searching for &lt;em&gt;dementors&lt;/em&gt; which had accidentally went into the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, i don't know if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we get to start cooking during FNN today. My partner *drum roll* hoon bestie! (haha, i know it's kinda lame)&lt;br /&gt;We cooked laksa and nasi lemak's rice.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh maybe i'm not destined to be a chef in the future. Cuz i'm a lousy cooker. Anyway, chef is not i want to be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a _________ :D (though i really hope the day will come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've make up my mind to go s'pore poly. Cuz my papa and uncle at there. haha. Kidding &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The reason is there's course about tourism stuff. Since i like studying about tourism. Well, it would be wise of me to choose poly uh? And since i don't like tuitions, science etc. It will be a bit stupid of me to go to jc.&lt;br /&gt;But i need 10 points for L1R4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when i grow up in the near future. I don't wish to live in s'pore anymore. I wish to go to ______(it's in asia).&lt;br /&gt;Though some may think i'm crazy, but i'm clearly aware of what i'm doing. So don't worry :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116964648488741177?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116964648488741177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116964648488741177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-few-days-was-really-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116956708814966929</id><published>2007-01-23T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:44:53.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please god can you pour me some ideas from the sky. So that i can complete my coursework.&lt;br /&gt;Dang! I can feel that my brain cells are nearly used up.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgzzz! I didn't know 'devil beside you' is such a nice drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i should go off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BYE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116956708814966929?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116956708814966929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116956708814966929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/please-god-can-you-pour-me-some-ideas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116930630726895718</id><published>2007-01-20T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:23:03.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's saturday. And saturday we(the band members) have to drag ourselves out from the bed, earlier than the usual saturday and come to school for footdrill and preparation for the upcoming SYF.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i left early for tuition. Today a. math tuition is kinda like physics, acceleration and others related to speed, velocity bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's not the main point of today.&lt;br /&gt;Main point is i went to the dental. Well, you may think what's so great about going to the dental.&lt;br /&gt;But for me it's a very very very BIG deal! I've phobia of dental (toldja in the previous post)&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous while waiting for the dental to call me in. I had butterflies in my stomach. While i was waiting, lots of thoughts came popping in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;WHODAHELL&lt;/strong&gt; started off as a dentist?&lt;br /&gt;2. Who created those tools for checking our teeth, which make those scary scary sound&lt;br /&gt;3. Why must i be at here? My teeth are alright.&lt;br /&gt;4. This is torturous.&lt;br /&gt;5. It's just teeth. Nothing to be afraid of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my turned, i went in, hoping very very hard that my teeth are really alright.&lt;br /&gt;My teeth are alright, but not the gum. My gum bleed badly when the dentist is cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, she asked me if i want to put braces, cuz my teeth are jutting out.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my luck, asking if do i have to extract my teeth, when i obviously know the answer is a yes. Sign. My heart sank when the dentist said a yes. &lt;s&gt;I nearly fainted too&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the dentist gave me a bottle of greenish liquid stuff. I must add water and rinsed it for 1 mins. Plus i've to do it 3 times a day, and i bargained it to 2 times a day. Cuz you don't expect me to bring that bottle to school and rinsed it for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to do all my homeworks on saturday. But i always fail to do so. Just at this hour, i'll feel very uncontented, as i didn't make use of saturday. I've this mind, which says "saturday is a no work day", naturally i got used to it. A saying which says "a leopard never changes it spot". Just like "leon never changes his &lt;em&gt;erm &lt;/em&gt;huge tummy. (thanks leon, for giving ideas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, i should stop blogging, cuz i've yet to the homeworks which is equivilant to the height of mount everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another sleepless night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy this mv *points below*, cuz i love it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OrGAffCw__I" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116930630726895718?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116930630726895718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116930630726895718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116903741957747421</id><published>2007-01-17T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:29:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE DON'T READ THIS JIA HAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;CUZ I DON'T WANT YOU TO READ.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY!&lt;/strong&gt; Now i've the urge to sit down and study. I feel so happy! And i'm gonna be a dweeb soon. Supposedly, pretty soon =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i failed to follow the stuffs which i planned out to do yesterday. Cuz kia dong&lt;em&gt; forced &lt;/em&gt;us to celebrate his birthday. haha. nah. I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Initially everyone thought it was a simple lunch at mac. After that, yan &amp;jl suggested that we buy a cake for kia dong. Yeps, so i think everyone chipped in.&lt;br /&gt;The fun part wasn't really in mac. It was at the playground!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we played &amp;amp;ate the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Since kia dong was 16yrs old, instead of the usual birthday bashing. We put the cake's cream on his face 16 times.&lt;br /&gt;After that, they threw the cake around. Almost everyone had the cake smell.&lt;br /&gt;Yea. They smashed the cake on our face and hair. Even di who wasn't feeling well, &lt;em&gt;kena &lt;/em&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they wouldn't let me off! I was &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; on face, hair and uniform. But it was a lil only. Cuz the girls were shouting to the guys that my parents will scold me.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. They taupok on kia dong.&lt;br /&gt;Gee. Yesterday was really fun. I love those minutes or hours having fun or playing like some kiddo with 7 besties +10 guys.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, i had conference with the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgzzz. I'm going to dental this saturday. I almost forgot the appointment till dad reminded me. &lt;em&gt;Thanks&lt;/em&gt; dad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared. As in really scared, cuz i've dentist phobia since i was born. I bawled whenever i go to dental, when i was much younger.&lt;br /&gt;Hope my teeth are okay. Few days ago i had another nightmare, i dreamt that i've a tooth decay, &amp;the dentist had to extract it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr tan is so comical!!! (please nod your head and agree with me)&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I can't believe...&lt;br /&gt;1. I'd serious studying.&lt;br /&gt;2. starting to drink milk more frequently (hoping that i would have the height of 1.58m)&lt;br /&gt;3. eating fishy fishy.&lt;br /&gt;4. i sleep for 5 hrs from monday -friday (which is seriously bad)&lt;br /&gt;5. i don't fall asleep in class nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia han, you shouldn't be reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinky, i can't believer i missed 2 episodes of simple life. I'll catch it later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116903741957747421?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116903741957747421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116903741957747421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/please-dont-read-this-jia-han.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116879063904193288</id><published>2007-01-14T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:18:36.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Today is sunday(duh!). And i saw some stuffs which stunned me(i don't know if that stunned you?)&lt;br /&gt;On the way to tuition, i saw this guy wearing this tee with the 'fuck terrorist' on it, the words are beeeeeeeeg and in red colour. Of cus, it attracted lots of eyes staring at the tee, as if there's 10-carat daimonds on it.&lt;br /&gt;So i told leon bro about it, and he said that the guy was so anti-terrorist. Like what should we do, make friends with the terrorists, when they're trying to blast ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Beware of leon, he associates with terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this tuitionmate of mine, wore a tee which says "be stimulated by rejections"(whatever that means). It caught ms helen attention.&lt;br /&gt;So she started telling us that there was once, when she was in indonesia. She saw this sweet lil girl wearing a tee which says "fuck me". She was dumbfounded. She didn't know if she should tell the girl that she(the sweet lil girl) shouldn't wear the tee.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, while ms h. was telling us about that, she didn't sensored the word 'fuck'. Yeps, she said "She saw the sweet lil girl...the tee which said 'fuck me'..."&lt;br /&gt;First time, i heard teacher saying the f-word. Way cool ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, i went to IMM. To get my stuff of cus.&lt;br /&gt;Tell you, apple is so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;I've to keep thinking, using the fnn method of analysing which product to buy will benefit me.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i got the ipod nano 2gb. Cuz dad bought a mp4(issit mp4?) too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;He don't buy that for no reason, cuz my mum and i tend to fight over the tv. Mum loves hogging the tv. So do i. Dad bought that, so i could watched vcd in my own room.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 items cost about the same price as the ipod video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinky. I've this bad feelings. Sign. I want to start my revision soon! Like this week?&lt;br /&gt;That's all i gotta say..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116879063904193288?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116879063904193288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116879063904193288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116870333750419096</id><published>2007-01-13T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:39:43.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S SATURDAY! PPL LOVE SATURDAY RIGHT? CUZ SATURDAY AND SUNDAY= NO SCHOOL DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me to love saturday and sunday, is maybe after the o's. Ooh. I can love monday to friday as well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining for a few days. *sings* rain rain go away come again another &lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt; year...*and continues singing till the rains stop*&lt;br /&gt;The main point is, when it rains, the weather is cooling hence makes the bed so comfy. Once you jump onto your bed, you'll straight away enter into your dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;Yeps. It happened to me. I dreamt lots of stuff last night till this morning. Among all those dreams, 2 of them were kinda weird. One was i turned into a dracula. That wasn't scary, but i find it hilarious, for some reason. haha. The other was i witness an annoymous death, he was crashed by a high speed oncoming roller coaster. Here comes the worst part, the body splits into 2. Gross i know.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i didn't know i got such wild and creative dream.&lt;br /&gt;Is it good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had cca recruitment day. I tried to make the sec 1 join band, but most of them wants to join npcc or ncc?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;i heard lots of sec 1 joined npcc.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so how many sec 1 joined band?&lt;br /&gt;I gave up pulling ppl to band halfway, cuz i got tired and had this headache.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, i went to play those percussion's instrument. It was fun! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, ann chee and I saw oval by the &lt;s&gt;shape&lt;/s&gt;, ughhh.. what you called that.. Oh ya! I remembered, we saw oval by the SIDE, EUNICE! haha.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had lunch at pastamania. &amp;amp;leon brudder was there to entertain us. Leon should consider to work as a clown :D&lt;br /&gt;Treat it as a compliment, leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;Studying makes a person boring. And yeps, soon i'll be a boring person, who keeps studying all day long. (hopefully, such day will come, as it's my important year)&lt;br /&gt;It will benefit me, if i have the will to study 24/7 =]&lt;br /&gt;I admire, my friend's friend, whose brain won't filtrate any stuffs, which is he/she can memorise everything without forgetting them, come in handy for subjects like geog, ss, science, math. &amp;i heard that he/she&lt;strong&gt; scored full marks for a math!&lt;/strong&gt; Bloody hell! Ooh ya, but according to hui yin, her friend brain is half or one &amp;amp;the half size larger than us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed by that, so sometimes having beeeeeeg head like teng jin's isn't that bad afterall =]&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back on track. You know sometimes some die hard habit is hard to kick off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/1600/63813/ei051214098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/320/706593/ei051214098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm going gaga over this guy *points to the left* He's so charming in the korea drama 'my girl'.&lt;br /&gt;Ms helen said korea drama makes one bawl their tears. I'm not really sure about that, cuz i'm not a korea drama fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;All i know is korea drama is all about love. &lt;em&gt;Ehh?&lt;/em&gt; Can they produce one drama which is not about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-pod i-pod i-pod. I'll be getting one tomorrow! And goodbye to mp3, i got bored of you =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad isn't back. I can foresee him being drunk again.&lt;br /&gt;-sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mascara that bleeds a blacken tear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116870333750419096?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116870333750419096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116870333750419096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-saturday-ppl-love-saturday-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116844205721136749</id><published>2007-01-10T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:20:04.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please don't read this everyone!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;*in a serious tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust me,&lt;/strong&gt; you'll &lt;strong&gt;regret &lt;/strong&gt;after reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;So it'll be wise of you to&lt;strong&gt; not to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad now. There's chink compo test tomorrow. I hate compo. Cuz you've to crack your little brain to think of a wonderful story just to let the teacher give you more marks. That's &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; worth it afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i don't know what to blog. In my mind is i-pod. I want an i-pod. Told dad &amp;he said okay (cuz he's a lil drunk you see). Worst is, he don't even know what's an i-pod. Very noob in IT stuff. But it's alright, as long as he gets it for me, he doesn't have to know what's an i-pod.&lt;br /&gt;Jinky, i find i-pod very cool out of sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i-pod i-pod i-pod i-pod i-pod i-pod i-pod *&amp;amp;carries on chanting the 'i-pod'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so not creative now. Cuz ANGEL. DON'T. KNOW. WHAT. TO . BLOG. AND. MY. BRAIN. GOES. UGH. UGH. UGH. WHAT. SHOULD. ANGEL. BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post randomly then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get tired after school. &amp;i'll take a nap. Well, i guess i used to much brain cells during the day. Hence, i always get tired after school. *this is really random*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right hand is boneless, after leon brudder crushed my hand with his mighty evil very very very evil hand. It's amazing that i can type though =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is always funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, *points below* it's not random&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the cambridge&lt;em&gt; welcoming&lt;/em&gt; us to the&lt;strong&gt; toturous O's.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;HOORAHH! &lt;/em&gt;I got the O's level fnn coursework question. Most likely i'm heading for qn 1, cuz i think it's much simpler. Well, many are heading for that questions too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Did you read it eventually, when i told you guys not to read it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All alone in the universe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116844205721136749?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116844205721136749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116844205721136749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/please-dont-read-this-everyone-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116833294784167111</id><published>2007-01-09T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T17:48:43.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wassup ppl =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omggg! I love my english teacher, hold on a second, i mean my english tuition teacher, ms HELen ceperko&lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt;vic.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i didn't say she's a bitch, there's a story behind the bitch thing. She taught some schools in australia, &amp;this girl called her ms ceperkobitch, instead of ms ceperkovic.&lt;br /&gt;She's very funny. &amp;amp;she never fail to remind us "Student's who read gets better results!"&lt;br /&gt;(i'm gon' start reading like &lt;em&gt;NOW&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoilt my 93473847501th spectacles. What a record. Maybe i got those type of accident prone type of specs.&lt;br /&gt;But this time round, it wasn't totally my fault. If my dad didn't accidentally stepped on my specs.. Don't bother to explain how my dad stepped on my specs, it's a longgggggggg story, not long actually. It's just that i rather typed craps out than saying how the specs get to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, you can think about how my specs get on the floor. Like maybe, my specs have legs?&lt;br /&gt;It's better i stopped the crap things, before someone get freeze to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CME lessons was funny. Mr tan told us about celebrity stuff &amp;his friends &amp;amp;his relative &amp;stuff.&lt;br /&gt;One thing i've to say is, his circle of friends is like &lt;em&gt;WOW&lt;/em&gt;, he has friend who is a millionaire, or a jailbird?&lt;br /&gt;But he kept asking me not to blog out of what he said during CME lesson, like paris hilton is a pornstar. For god sake, that news broke out like years ago. Now people don't even care if paris hilton is whatever star. All i know is she can't sing, maybe she could try singing star are deaf.&lt;br /&gt;hawhaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*chemistry*cries*test&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope i pass the test. CUZ. I. STUDIED.&lt;br /&gt;Why are we learning science? I'm not going to be&lt;em&gt; albert einsteine&lt;/em&gt; when i grow up. I suggest we should all learnt computer. Cuz when you grow up, most likely you'll end up in the office, typing craps for your boss.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not heading for office, it's too boring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. When can i've the right start? I must start revising&lt;strong&gt; now&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;O level is some say 9 some say 10 months from now.&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I'm taking my fnn o level coursework question 4 weeks from now. Please set some easy &lt;em&gt;peasy &lt;/em&gt;question. Easier for me to do &amp;amp;complete, easier for you(examiner) to mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. I've this bad habit of still writing 2006 when it's 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Probably i miss 2006&lt;br /&gt;cuz 2007 is my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O's YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is f*cking scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To embrace the future, we must forget the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116833294784167111?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116833294784167111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116833294784167111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/wassup-ppl-omggg-i-love-my-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116808988469613084</id><published>2007-01-06T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T21:45:42.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met andrew, not only andrew actually, there was joel, fiona, eugene etc.&lt;br /&gt;Pass him something &amp;to-do-list.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i &lt;em&gt;sabo-ed&lt;/em&gt; him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Cus there was this donation stuff, this river valley girl was asking us to donate money. Yeps. I randomly called out andrew name.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened afterward, if they donated the money, cus i was off to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i met ann chee &amp;we went to tuition together.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE DIFFERENTIATION(is this how you spell uh). Damn. That chapter is sooooooo long. You need maybe around 1 or 2 or even more months to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the application part on problem solving. My brain almost burst while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with ann chee at pastamania. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During english tuition, mr greg asked what's o level about.&lt;br /&gt;sec 4: Stepping stone to your future.&lt;br /&gt;sec 3: To get out of the bloody school.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, sec 4 are more nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;he asked another question, why do you come here?&lt;br /&gt;Many answered to improve english.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i wanted to say i was forced to come here. But i don't want to leave a bad impression, plus from my judging, i can imagine that if i said that, mr greg will start popping other questions for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have backbone-ache at times. Whenever it occur, it'll be effing pain. Don't know what happened to my backbone too. Mum said i should go for a check-up.&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't want:&lt;br /&gt;1) My fifth aunt had backbone problem too, in the end she had an operation&lt;br /&gt;2) I've negative mind, i keep imagine that the doctor(with an evil grin) will tell me this "sorry, there's no other solution for your case, &amp;we need to operate on your back"&lt;br /&gt;3) I think i'm gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, but 1 good thing. After my parents knew about the backache thingy. They tend to give in to me. Not always though. Hawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad always misplace stuff, like my socks &amp;amp;worst still gameboy. Goodness. Misplace stuffs like socks? Luckily, he doesn't have denture, or else i can foresee that he misplacing his dentures.&lt;br /&gt;That's not the main point though. The thing is whenever he misplace stuffs &amp;couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;He pushed the blames to me saying i lost those stuff. Like wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so *insert some frustrating icons*.&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY ASSIGNMENTS! I'm left with the languages. URGHHH! Which is plenty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/1600/468113/CNN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/320/184272/CNN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish the name 'chester' was changed to 'leon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello. This is Leon with breaking news from the LEON NEWS NETWORK...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poop has been found on the kitchen floor. Charles, when asked for a quote regarding today's findings, said "Quit shitting on the floor, Leon."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;does that dog resemble some teacher *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally bowling is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/1600/545256/finally-bowling-is-fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/931/320/155828/finally-bowling-is-fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di will hate me for this. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all these pretty sums up my day =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116808988469613084?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116808988469613084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116808988469613084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/met-andrew-not-only-andrew-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116801283477035073</id><published>2007-01-05T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:58:40.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'IT'S FRIDAY NIGHT!' quoted from dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously in love with flute sections! I'm sure to cry on the last day with them.&lt;br /&gt;-sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today skipped some lessons due to the introducing of cca.&lt;br /&gt;I got nervous breakdown when we did the soli.&lt;br /&gt;But the performance was great i supposed. Cus we sang &amp;zakir had a solo on singing. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performance, we went back for lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Mr tan wc is super funny with that funny actions (my usual sentence, cus i don't dare to put too funny word)&lt;br /&gt;Social study lesson was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;There was a conversation which made everyone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mr tan "Are you all proud to have your own classrooms"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wei lun "No! Because this is a container"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4e3'07 (bursting out with laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was fun! CUS IT'S SECTIONAL!&lt;br /&gt;At first, andrew wasn't quite himself, as in he was very quiet &amp;doesn't bother us (which is unlikely of him). Got a little worried, cus he earlier on he told me he need to go back for some stuffs. But we seniors, forced him to come.&lt;br /&gt;Shortwhile later, he was back to his usual self, which was relieving.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;the hello panda's ball is contaminated with flute'06/07 saliva. &lt;s&gt;eewww&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English tuition started again after the breaks. New teacher &amp; four sec 3 joining us.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we sec 4 has 4 people too, &amp;amp;we know each other since last year.&lt;br /&gt;Yeps. It's like sec 3 vs sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;Our new english tutor, mr greg.&lt;br /&gt;We, sec 4 miss mr jye!!!&lt;br /&gt;He abandoned us, &amp;went to australian school in s'pore with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;I feel very uneasy to speak to that mr greg&lt;br /&gt;1) He's old around 40 or 50(?)(age gap)&lt;br /&gt;2) He has this unfriendly look but he's not fierce&lt;br /&gt;Alright maybe i would get used to it someday, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live like there's no tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116801283477035073?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116801283477035073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116801283477035073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-friday-night-quoted-from-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116792596990739171</id><published>2007-01-04T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T23:59:05.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUP PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my laptop way too much! I didn't lay a finger on it for about 3 or 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitted at the second last row, with hoon =]&lt;br /&gt;We have started lessons since the first day of school &amp;we've homeworks since first day of school (i didn't count those holiday assignment).&lt;br /&gt;Mr tan w c is our new form teacher, he's like very funny, cus of the funny actions. I just couldn't help stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm roslina wasn't as bad as i thought. At first, i thought she'll keep scolding us. In the end, she was a little humorous. &amp;amp;we watched &lt;strong&gt;MAGIC SCHOOL BUS&lt;/strong&gt; on digestion!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I love magic school bus!!! Ya'know i always watch it when i go to my cousin's house (when i was younger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAHH! I'm in 4e4 for chinese, together with hoon, ann chee, siu yun, chiu yan, julia, chang yuan (coughcoup..cough), darren &amp;davis.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;our chinese teacher is mdm gao. No comments =]&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell! O level for mother tongue is on 26th may (saturday?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen food sucks like shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bad start with some old hag giving us a piece of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;She's like making use of us to be fierce. Cus we're not the rebellious kind, who will talk back to her when she scold us.&lt;br /&gt;Right behind of the sec 1, &amp;we attracted lots of sec 1's attention.&lt;br /&gt;She scolded us till we're like some kind of twits, we don't dye our hair, we don't pierce our nose (i don't even have ear piercing, what the heck). &amp;amp;are we peer support leaders?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we have PSL in sec 4'07 batch.&lt;br /&gt;I can say, she's too biased.&lt;br /&gt;I pity di &amp;wan yu, the innocents ones got scolded too for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sdnsdasldsjadnsjfnjdfnfudfckefbwejhbfdhfbefbewfhfourb!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GOSH! What a day?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like dead tired. Have 2 tuitions. Combined science &amp;maths afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;See i came home around 3, cus school ends around 2.3opm.&lt;br /&gt;I slept upon reaching home. My pity soul have to wake up at 4 plus, to prepare the tuition at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Combined science- 5pm-7pm&lt;br /&gt;After that, i've to rush to jurong east to take passport size picture &amp;amp;have my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Math tuitions- 7.30pm-9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Back home, needa do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank god! I survived today =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116792596990739171?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116792596990739171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116792596990739171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/sup-people-i-miss-my-laptop-way-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116759408064630826</id><published>2007-01-01T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:41:20.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MORNING! I just completed social study!&lt;br /&gt;As we can, it's 3.33am now.&lt;br /&gt;See, i'm nocturnal. haha. Just kidding :D&lt;br /&gt;I just had a bowl of maggie mee &amp;was doing social study while eating.&lt;br /&gt;Gee. With such eating habit, i may grow fat in no time :x&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, it kinda reminds me that my liver &amp;amp;kidney is unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that your liver has to rest before 11pm. The liver will stop"working" 1 hour before you sleep. &amp;a human need to sleep for at least 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;As for kidney, 1 hour before you sleep, try not to drink much water. Cus same concept, the kidney need to start resting 1 hour before you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. So i guess they will start making silent protest tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How you treat your body now, in 40 years time your body will treat you like how you treat them in the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116759408064630826?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116759408064630826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116759408064630826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/morning-i-just-completed-social-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116758071157563016</id><published>2007-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:35:55.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! IT'S 2007! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116758071157563016?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116758071157563016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116758071157563016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-its-2007-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116757901210981306</id><published>2006-12-31T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:44:04.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2007 approaching pretty soon. &lt;/strong&gt;In less than an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Am i excited about 2007?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is a yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;Yes because after o's you can play whole day long!&lt;br /&gt;No because of O's &amp;prelims! Which is like so scary. No computer, no tv, but mugging whole day long, memorising s'pore politics, tourism stuff, solving formulaes and many many more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116757901210981306?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116757901210981306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116757901210981306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2006/12/2007-approaching-pretty-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116749654643365672</id><published>2006-12-30T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T02:27:47.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YADA YADA!&lt;/strong&gt; I've completed geography assignment *cough*&lt;br /&gt;The cough doesn't mean anything,&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual went to math tuition with ann chee.&lt;br /&gt;The class was packed, as in damn pack, need to bring in 2 extra tables &amp;chairs.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else.&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, i saw my tourmates. I didn't notice her, it was she who wave her hand to me. Can't blame me for that, cus she &amp;amp;her 2 younger brudders were in the hairdresser.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;at bb mrt, we saw doreen. lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i'm cravings for japanese food, especially gyoza &amp;amp;miso soup.&lt;br /&gt;Tell you ah, during my week in taiwan, i kept drinking miso soup for breakfast. hahs. What's miso soup actually for uh?&lt;br /&gt;Is it to improve your appetite before heavy meals?&lt;br /&gt;Cus i see many japanese drinking miso soup before they eat their breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it's a good/bad news.&lt;br /&gt;My dad can't find a tuition which teach combine physics. hahs. &amp;he's kinda angry about it, cus i refused to take pure physics tuition.&lt;br /&gt;See, what's the point of taking pure physics tuition, when i can't handle combine physics.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, pure &amp;amp;combine physics are different. Hello, we got different textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, i can do self-study on physics on my own. But he don't believe i can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;Well, continue to find the tuition dad. But hell no, am i going to agree to have piano on weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. 2006 going to end soon. It's fast.&lt;br /&gt;Next year gon' be a terrible year. Ah well, not so terrible, 'cept for the o's, prelims, preps.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i can cope. Cus i've a planner!&lt;br /&gt;There's some undone stuff before school reopen:&lt;br /&gt;1) HOLIDAY ASSIGNMENT!&lt;br /&gt;2) Revision (haven't done revision for even 1 subject)&lt;br /&gt;3) Buy notebook&lt;br /&gt;4) A new pencil case?&lt;br /&gt;5) RESOLUTIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd want to make my resolutions for 2007 now, in case something crop up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;1) Improve on studies (get good grades).&lt;br /&gt;2) Be more hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;3) Healthy all year long.&lt;br /&gt;4) Survive the last few months of band practice (lol!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Practice hard on piano till march&lt;br /&gt;6) WORLD PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;7) Happy all year long&lt;br /&gt;8) Go home with besties after school&lt;br /&gt;That's all i can think of right now. If there's more, i'll add on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidding goodbye to 2006 in less than 25hours..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116749654643365672?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116749654643365672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116749654643365672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2006/12/yada-yada-ive-completed-geography.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116740822585545878</id><published>2006-12-29T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:36:02.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOORAHH! School definitely rock this time round. haha!&lt;br /&gt;From 8th jan onward, reporting time on wednesday is 8.30am!&lt;br /&gt;WAY COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take a visit at the school's website.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;found out many stuffs, like who will be teaching us next year.&lt;br /&gt;Gahh! Mdm roslina is teaching us food&amp;amp;nutrition. Gosh! I'll miss mdm ratna teaching us.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;mrs leong will be teaching us math.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, our physic teacher has changed to mr ho&lt;s&gt;hoho&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Enough about school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch night at the musuem during the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;I love that movie man!&lt;br /&gt;It's the f to the u to the n-n-y. FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;The part where the big stone guy (ester something), who goes "hey dumb dumb, give me gum gum"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;the (don't-know-what spieces) monkey, dexter, love snatching the key &amp;amp;slapping ben stiller(forget his name in the movie).&lt;br /&gt;Those cave guys looked really really insane.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;the laughing list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;Night at the Musuem is a movie which you won't mind (i. don't. know. how. much) buckeroo.&lt;br /&gt;Those money did paid off for a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching, went to collect those photos taken in taiwan. Altogether it was $100.10. Yeps, so you can imagine how many photos there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, i had dinner with my family &amp;amp;big aunt.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what got into me. But i'm starting to eat fish without complaining. Still i hate fish! If not for next year, which is my O. See, i'm trying to improve my brain. So i'm taking royal jelly (bought from taiwan) &amp;amp;fish.&lt;br /&gt;You won't wanna know what's royal jelly made of. haha. Can tell you, it taste sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How small can s'pore be?&lt;br /&gt;Cus i bump into samantha twice.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116740822585545878?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116740822585545878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116740822585545878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hoorahh-school-definitely-rock-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116732256675221064</id><published>2006-12-28T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:42:51.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*points to the tagboard* &amp;&lt;s&gt;stare at it with horror&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan, 3e3'06 &lt;em&gt;welcomes&lt;/em&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell evil. Shit. I've to be extra careful on what i blog next year. Or else..(i just can't imagine it)&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I better stop commenting =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went out to do holiday assignment with jacq &amp;amp;jia long.&lt;br /&gt;We did our homework (which was our main priority&amp;chit chatting too.&lt;br /&gt;Especially me &amp;amp;jacq, kept talking non-stop. Can't blame her, cus i'm the one who started most of the conversation first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. Some kind soul lent me some &lt;em&gt;materials&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;em&gt;reference&lt;/em&gt;. hahs. Get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;Saw alina &amp;daifang at mac! It's been long since i last saw them.&lt;br /&gt;I miss besties manyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Great. Saw jacq &amp;amp;alina =]&lt;br /&gt;Hahs. &amp;i gave them the little gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, i went for math tuition. Beginning to like math again =]&lt;br /&gt;Permutation &amp;amp;combination makes my brain thinks real hard.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was great.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, alright not that great. But when you get that question right, you'll feel the joy of success (quoted from mrs choo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, do motivate me to pack my messy room.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a neat &amp;amp;simple room, so i can have a better study ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I find that 'one missed call' is one thrilling horror movie, that makes you wanna catch every episode of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i'm enjoying every last moments of 2006. When 2006 comes to end, it means that school is reopening soooooooon.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends =]&lt;br /&gt;But come thinking of our fo... haha.. bla bla bla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116732256675221064?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116732256675221064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116732256675221064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2006/12/points-to-tagboard-simple-room-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11463732.post-116723598873192623</id><published>2006-12-27T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T02:41:15.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloo! It's been long since i really blog, as in about daily life &amp;stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The taiwan's post was straight from my hand-written journal. Of course, there are some changes here &amp;amp;there.&lt;br /&gt;I may continue posting about my holiday in taiwan, or maybe not. You know it takes forever to upload those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much thing happened today. Just pass a day watching tv, doing tuition hw &amp;sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i was lucky that i went taiwan last week. Lols. Yesterday, taiwan had an earthquake at koahshiung.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the earthquake man. It affected the starhub &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. Hence, i can't get into some websites earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, i went for my make-up tuitions. Oh well, now i learnt how to appreciate tuitions. At least, i know my brain is still working, though a bit laggy. haha&lt;br /&gt;I had tuitions with sec-3-gonna-be people. They can talk about many topic. First was about gays &amp;amp;lesbians. Next was about church, which i don't know what they're talking about, cus i'm not a christian.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. This is how i spent my today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my family chalet on monday. I went on saturday, 23 dec. But didn't stay. On sunday, we went to the chalet at night.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;around 10plus some major things sparked off.&lt;br /&gt;Why did the major quarrel went off?&lt;br /&gt;Just because of a pathetic travel mattress.&lt;br /&gt;I can just sleep on the sofa, what's so great about the travel mattress, just because of some flinstone cartoon on it? It's only 25 buckeroos. I can go buy it using my own money!&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why i'm so f*ck up.&lt;br /&gt;This was what my cousin said "If shi min (me) sleep on the mattress, i don't want that mattress already"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i think my big aunt started to shout at her &amp;she cried.&lt;br /&gt;This was what i heard from my 2nd &lt;em&gt;biao ge&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who cried is my forth aunt's daughter. My forth aunt is a very fierce person. Of course, she was very unhappy about it. &amp;amp;started slashing at my mum.&lt;br /&gt;For god sake, my forth aunt should show respect to my mum. My mum is older than her.&lt;br /&gt;She shouted at my mum twice, saying she didn't help out etc. She even said my mum had personality problem.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;she wasn't happy that my mum kept smiling all the time. Is she so jealous because my mum can smile &amp;amp;she can't. &amp;what makes you think that if people smile, means they're happy?!&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?!! How dare you said this behind my mum's back, you effing aunt. I don't wish to have such aunt like you. Want severe ties. Severe &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I also don't wish to have a cousin like that too, mind you, she's jc2 next year. &amp;amp;that's how she behaved. What a shame?!&lt;br /&gt;In front of me, she's seems to like me a lot. But at my back, there goes many nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen her true colours clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to have a cousin, aunt &amp;uncle! You guys sucks beeeeeeg time. My best friends are millions times better than you guys.&lt;br /&gt;My third uncle is no better too. Fancy scolding my mum's at the back, when my mum is crying.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for teaching me in the past. But i also don't wish to have uncle like you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks aunts, uncles &amp;amp;cousin for making my x'mas a black one. Thanks but no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;You guys want severe ties. Just severe!&lt;br /&gt;I hate anyone who hurt my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it won't for you (forth aunt) slashing at my mum like that, i won't cry for hours alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this is how you all treat my mum. When you people were children, what did my mum did?!&lt;br /&gt;She look after you all, sacrifice her studies, sleep for few hours only, cooked for you all. How i wish she didn't cook for you evil people, &amp;you'll long be starved to death!&lt;br /&gt;I still hate you(forth aunt) for shouting at my mum like that! I'll clearly remembered it!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;what my cousin said. I'll also remembered it.&lt;br /&gt;So you(cousin) are happy to see such endings now, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't lay my finger on your effing travel mattress. I slept on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how unpleasant the chalet was. Plus, my younger cousin went to hospital, cus he sprained his hand while playing in the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;My sixth uncle seems to have some sickness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalet was like cursed or something. Mum severe ties with my forth aunt &amp;amp;third uncle.&lt;br /&gt;It's not my mum who wants to severe ties, it's them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hate them like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11463732-116723598873192623?l=unfab-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116723598873192623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11463732/posts/default/116723598873192623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfab-.blogspot.com/2006/12/helloo-its-been-long-since-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
