<?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-5227098</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:58:38.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aNNz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107329553749025171</id><published>2004-01-05T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T01:40:35.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's official now. i've moved to &lt;a href="http://fullfledgednut.blogspot.com"&gt;http://fullfledgednut.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107329553749025171?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107329553749025171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107329553749025171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107329553749025171' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107321717226847247</id><published>2004-01-04T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T03:54:28.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>see. i'm online again. and without a thing to do. quite glad there're matches later on. (man u vs aston villa and liverpool vs yeovil) so finally something to look forward to. kinda dreading to go school again tomorrow. i'm going back to a class whereby i don't talk to many people. i'm just going to sit in, look forward to recess. and pray the emaths test will be simple, then look forward to the 1.45 bell, and scram. :p oh pleaseeeee somebody set up a school of rock. i'll look forward to every bit of class. damn it. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107321717226847247?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107321717226847247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107321717226847247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107321717226847247' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107319739902490811</id><published>2004-01-03T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T22:24:55.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a weirdo. lol. everyone's pretty busy doing their stuff around me, but i'm so bored. i haven't got ANYTHING to do. study for the math test? no way. lol. i tried, trust me. i flipped through the book, and that's all. couldn't be bothered. it's still quite fresh in my brains anyway. read ahead? oh yeah i've read a little bit for some subjects. so now, i'm bored. oh it's only times like this i'd appreciate homework. and when i do, i don't get any. when i don't, i get tons. damn. i hate the way of life lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.am.bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107319739902490811?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107319739902490811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107319739902490811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107319739902490811' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107313734855616619</id><published>2004-01-03T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T05:44:03.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh please, people. do watch SCHOOL OF ROCK. it kicks ass. *nod* and i've been truly inspired, for my future layout to be themed school of rock. and i wanna quit school and enrol into that. as if. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, KICK SOME ASS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107313734855616619?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107313734855616619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107313734855616619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107313734855616619' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107310248774178821</id><published>2004-01-02T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T20:03:02.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks for all msgs you dears. :) i love my blog now. *grin* i just vent, and germaine sms-ed me to make sure i was alright last night. *hugs germaine* and all the concerned msgs, thanks mingli, melvin, krayzie, kenneth. and the people i vent out to in msn or otherwise, thanks kenneth, seige, yp, yj. thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had my flu jab earlier. it apparently only lasts a year. so i still didn't get the idea behind getting a flu jab. i mean i'm always sneezing or coughing, but it's an on-off thing, and they don't get real serious that much. it doesn't PREVENT flu anyway. and it's a whopping 30 bucks for one jab. and it's scientifically proven that it doesn't vaccinate you against the &lt;em&gt;fujian&lt;/em&gt; flu that's commonly going around. so thus, there's no much point going through that jab since i survived all 14 years, going on to 15. well, if i were to be paying for the jab, i'd whine much more than this, yes. but i didn't pay for it. so i'll shut up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, addams family is rubbish. i only watched the last hour of it, and i didn't understand some parts, but more or less understood the whole thing. it's rubbish. haha. though i really like the hand, for whatever reason. lol. yes the hand alone. lol *runs into the wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i was real tired like since 10-ish. considering yesterday were nothing but talks and more boring talks, didn't see why i was so tired. but i spent my night awake listening to this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/rob.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks yp!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because it was live, it was dead cool. i was in my air-conditioned room, alone, switched off the lights, closed my eyes, and hear the crowd. the ambience was almost there. it's almost as though i was at the concert. i was singing along to some songs as well, and the only difference was that i could sing and hear myself. hmm. well it was cool anyway. and later on i fell asleep. erm. well. i was tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be a boring day! *curse myself for telling my granny i've got a test on monday* now she keeps nagging about me hanging around the comp all day and not studying for my test. geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107310248774178821?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107310248774178821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107310248774178821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107310248774178821' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107304305528223076</id><published>2004-01-02T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T03:32:29.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/timetable.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107304305528223076?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107304305528223076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107304305528223076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107304305528223076' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107303433882357579</id><published>2004-01-02T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T01:07:12.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today wasn't very fun. i'm a misfit. that's what i am. i was feeling so out of place. yeah sure i made 3 new friends. bi xia, evelyn and astrid. evelyn and astrid are indonesian scholars in my class. quite sure i'll get used to the indonesian scholars clique cos basically noone else talks to me. or noone bothers to. my ex-class people aren't the people i'm close to. so even if i try to strike a conversation, they'll end up talking about something i don't understand. oh goodness. i'm not gonna survive. oh wait, my new FM said something about thinking positively. oh goodness. err. i'm gonna make new friends. i'm gonna blend in. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, things started off quite fine actually. i was pretty happy with two of my sec 2 classmates, until they started talking about lord of the rings, which i know nuts about, then i faded out. then they spoke about some malay thing and i can't talk to them either. and they sat somewhere quite far. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i tried to talk to the indonesian scholar next to me. (evelyn). she's aiight i suppose. but i run out of topics to talk to her about. i mean, WHAT CAN YOU SAY!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but astrid was better. cos she was the one asking me about everything. i gladly explained everything the best i could. but it was weird cos i had to speak perfect english. cos they didn't understand singlish. oh goodness. well not a bad thing i guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to teachers. oh no. my english teacher.. she's aiight. amaths teacher is a terror. i heard frm many that she teach very bochup (heck care) kind. like she's explaining something to geniuses, so she doesn't explain thoroughly. emaths is aiight. she's my FM too, and she's pretty nice actually. :) higher chinese teacher. oh i counted my lucky stars for this. i got back my sec2 chinese teacher. she's fantastic i tell ya. and audrey's joining my class for HCL!!!! YIPPEEEEE!!!! *huggles audrey* YAAAAAAY. :p bio teacher.. i heard she's the worst bio teacher. oh god. erm, chem teacher, i dono who she is, but is my other best friend's FM, and she doesn't have the best impression of her. so... anyway, physics teacher... i heard he's VERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY naggy and boring. oh noooooooooo. lit teacher, yay count my lucky stars again, same teacher *grin* social studies is fine i think. heard she's not bad. whew. PE TEACHER IS !!!!!!!! she is NAGGY. and she is.. NAGGY. and VERY naggy. she is FOREVER nagging at THE WHOLE SCHOOL. and she talks 10 words a minute. fine, i'm exaggerating! ahhhhh save meeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. if that's not enough, EMATHS TEST ON MONDAY!!!! WHAT THE HELL!?! school JUST started darlings. CURSE THE MATHS DEPT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, my friend told me today. "HUH!?!? if you didn't watch lord of the rings, what do i talk to you about?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is LOTR the ONLY thing you can talk about?!?! CURSE LOTR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bugger. what a way to start the new term. all the cursings, and the need to vent frustration's already here. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i can't wait for recesses and for school to be over. bugger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107303433882357579?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107303433882357579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107303433882357579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107303433882357579' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107296454044295190</id><published>2004-01-01T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T05:43:53.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't wanna go to school! *whine*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107296454044295190?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107296454044295190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107296454044295190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107296454044295190' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107294629175990187</id><published>2004-01-01T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T00:39:44.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored people do silly things. like maybe scan through friendster to hunt for questionaires. or fill-ups. or surveys, whatever you call them. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any point in 2003, did you: &lt;br /&gt;1. Go to a party?  &lt;br /&gt;nope. mostly underaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Try something new?  &lt;br /&gt;i'm quite sure i did but not sure what. lol erm as for new food, i've tried a lot of new stuffs this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have something change your life?  &lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kiss someone?  &lt;br /&gt;nope. who to kiss? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell your family and friends you love them?&lt;br /&gt;yep yep. family esp my cousin.. friends some of 'em ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy something extravagant?  &lt;br /&gt;*nod* and always regret it later. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do something nice for you?  &lt;br /&gt;obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do something terribly wrong? &lt;br /&gt;nah. i doubt i did *sparkle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Move?&lt;br /&gt;isn't typing already a form of movement? *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to a concert?  &lt;br /&gt;does MAA count? that's probably the only gig i've been to. quite pathetic aren't i. lol the rest are showcases..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of the Year: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Party: no parties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Show: erm. Charmed, Smallville, FRIENDS...oops did u say BEST? i can't decide really. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. CD: Jason Mraz's Waiting For My Rocket To Come *nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Movie: hmm. i love all movies i watch! you can't make me decide! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Song: evanescence's bring me to life? :p or black eyed peas' where is the love. which are number one songs of the year on some radio stations. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Experience: best experience? MAA i reckon. that was the biggest event of the year for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Concert: read above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Book: hmmm i'm not sure. they all don't leave a HUGE impression on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Month: November i think. Oct-Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Day: best days? oh saturdays. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes for 2004: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Predict something that you think will happen &lt;br /&gt;in 2004? &lt;br /&gt;i predict i'll go to more gigs! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you hope changes about your country?  &lt;br /&gt;erm, not so much crap going about. includes sars, and retrenchment and all that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you hope for yourself?  &lt;br /&gt;that i won't ever be moody again. (right, i predict that won't come true. lol) and i cope well with this year, and i get along well with everyone, and there are no worries. mwahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you hope for your family?  &lt;br /&gt;strike rich. lol. have more family outings... hope my mum gets lucky again and win more lucky draws. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you hope for your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;kay. i'm gonna tie 2 people here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey - hope ya cope well with this year.. and see ya around more often :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seige - kay. u aren't a friend. ur a cousin. what's the diff? even if i hated you you're still my cousin. lol. :p but ah who cares. love u all the same. hope you cope well with the year once again. since you're having your o's. ;-) may we be able to go out more often without having to get nagged at. ahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you hope for the rest of your friends?  &lt;br /&gt;(for ex-classmates) that they'll all love their new classes and (everyone else) stay happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think any amazing medical advances will be made?  &lt;br /&gt;maybe. who knows what the future holds. they might get a cancer cure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your hope for 2004?&lt;br /&gt;hope i grow taller! get thinner! get fitter! hmm. lol. get smarter! be happier! er that's about it. oh oh. get richer! lol. and get along well with my new class. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107294629175990187?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107294629175990187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107294629175990187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107294629175990187' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107292922956033242</id><published>2003-12-31T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T19:55:21.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just took a quiz from &lt;a href="http://www.colourquiz.com"&gt;colourquiz&lt;/a&gt; and it's so freakishly true. *freaks out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Existing Situation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insecure&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Seeks roots, stability, emotional security, and an environment providing greater ease and fewer problems&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Stress Sources &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wants to overcome a feeling of emptiness and of separation from others.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Believes that life still has far more to offer&lt;/strong&gt; and that she may miss her share of experiences if she fails to make the best use of every opportunity. She therefore &lt;strong&gt;pursues her objectives with a fierce intensity&lt;/strong&gt; and commits herself deeply and readily. &lt;strong&gt;Feels herself to be completely competent in any field in which she engages&lt;/strong&gt;, and can sometimes be considered by others to be interfering or meddlesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Restrained Characteristics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believes that she is not receiving her share&lt;/strong&gt;--that she is &lt;strong&gt;neither properly understood nor adequately appreciated&lt;/strong&gt;. Feels that she is being compelled to conform, and &lt;strong&gt;close relationships leave her without any sense of emotional involvement&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Circumstances are forcing her to compromise, to restrain her demands and hopes, and to forgo for the time being some of the things she wants&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egocentric and therefore &lt;strong&gt;quick to take offense&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Sensitive&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;sentimental&lt;/strong&gt;, but conceals this from all except those very close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Desired Objective &lt;br /&gt;Intense, vital, and animated, &lt;strong&gt;taking a delight in action&lt;/strong&gt;. Activity is directed towards success or conquest and there is &lt;strong&gt;a desire to live life to the fullest&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Actual Problem &lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;fear&lt;/strong&gt; that she might be &lt;strong&gt;prevented from achieving the things she wants&lt;/strong&gt; leads her to &lt;strong&gt;play her part with an urgent and hectic intensity&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Actual Problem #2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fights against restriction or limitation, and insists on developing freely &lt;/strong&gt;as a result of her own efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am freaked out with this. all i did was clicking of colours. *cringes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107292922956033242?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107292922956033242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107292922956033242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107292922956033242' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107292607430357468</id><published>2003-12-31T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T19:02:46.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. i swear i suddenly felt sooooooooo much better yesterday for god knows what reason. i think the moodiness decided to go away for me to have a good new year. *grin* i was a verrry happy girl yesterday and today. *grins again* and i can't stop grinning, because &lt;a href="http://www.lick-shots.com/tease"&gt;lianne&lt;/a&gt; is so sweet!!! (dear i wanna meet u now and give u a huge hug!! lol love ya too dearrrr!!) her blog's making me smile till my bro thinks i'm psycho. :p but nevermind. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a very good day. :) or at least the evening onwards. *grin* (SEE I CANT STOP GRINNING!) erm anyway, we went to holland v for dinner.. michelangelo's again. apparently their menu for new yr's eve was erm. *cringe* well er. yeah. one bloody main course was 40 bucks PER person. and to add to that, my bro happily ordered 3 glasses of champagne. but hey, i tried a bit of that. quite nice actually. *grin* oops. erm well, anyway, the bill went up to $252. and *nod* we just had drinks and a main course. lol. but it was bloody embarrassing cos they had some party hats, and a lot of party stuffs, cos they were gonna have a countdown there. and when we were leaving, the waiter said we could have the hats. (*cough* we took almost everything 'cept the hats and some stuffs *cough*) and my mum showed interest in keeping the hats as well. my bro and i were embarrassed and my bro was telling my mum not to. then when we were leaving, i think the waiter realised my mum wants 'em so he brought them out for us. *GAWD* then my bro was like "MOTHERRRRRRR!!!!!!" den my dad kept it and he placed for hats, one on top of the other and put them on. then i just giggled my way outta that place and my bro went "FATHERRRRRR!!!!!!!" lol. we're soooo not gonna go back to that place. *nod me* way to humiliated. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was verrry funny. we brought back the party poppers, so when the countdown was on, we just popped them and all that. my dad, my bro and i were partying while my grams and my mum were asleep. *raises eyebrow* HOW CAN U SLEEP WHILE THE NATION'S COUNTING DOWN!??! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new yr anyway lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107292607430357468?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107292607430357468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107292607430357468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107292607430357468' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107278483723636816</id><published>2003-12-30T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T03:48:47.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was finally haaaaappy today *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was out with my cousin today cos she wanted to get her IC done. *g* then there was this Annoying Lady(AL) at the counter, queueing for her queue ticket. i only realised when she raised her voice. apparently her son (who is the one doing the IC) was downstairs and has the birth cert. and the Ever-Patient Lady(EPL) attending to her was telling her to go down and get her son, cos they can't issue her a queue ticket without seeing the birth cert. yet the AL kept demanding a ticket from EPL so she doesn't have to queue all over again. EPL decided that she should not violate the rules by giving her the ticket without having a glance at the birth cert. so AL decided that maybe she could call her son. but she doesn't have a handphone, so she asked if she could use their phone. EPL and her colleague there (there were only 2 counters there) said the phone was only for official use so AL can't use it. then AL started shouting at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want a ticket. Why can't you issue me a ticket? then i can go downstairs and get my son up with the birth certificate. then i want to call him up, you also don't let me use the phone. what do you want me to do!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPL said she has to go down to get the son, and she's holding up the queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(like AL cares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AL started saying stuffs like she's gonna hold up the whole queue until she gets her son up without having the queue continuing without her. she just wanted to get her son up while they stop and wait for her. (like that'll happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after a long while, EPL decided not to be patient, and she walked to her officer's office (pun not intended). and got the officer out. and told her lady to go speak to her officer there. (before EPL got the officer out, AL shouted downstairs to get her son up with the birth cert.) then, AL started saying, "i already have the birth certificate. why should i talk to your officer!?" yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she continued holding up the queue, so the whole long queue had to sympathetically count on that one queue counter. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to bugis later on, walked about and had tons of fun. and took neoprints with this really adorable neoprint machine there whereby we decorated it ourselves. 3 different background, 6 shots, and from the 6 shots, select 4, and decorate and print. but because the time was running out, and my cousin failed to finish one card b4 the time limit ran out, one of the pics turned out as "seige &amp; an" LOL. kinda funny but i loved the neoprints. shall attempt to scan it on someday. (just need to possess my cousin into letting me scan the pic to upload it online. mwahaha. SANTA BABY! WHERE R U!? Lol. it's merely the 6th day of christmas! *innocent*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107278483723636816?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107278483723636816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107278483723636816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107278483723636816' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107278281133157936</id><published>2003-12-30T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T03:15:01.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) fullfledgednut.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;(b) deprivedbeing.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107278281133157936?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107278281133157936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107278281133157936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107278281133157936' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107270871102360013</id><published>2003-12-29T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T06:58:35.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the dentist today. merely had my checkup today and she just washed my teeth and all. newsflash. i need to extract 4 teeth for braces. *mutters* i gave her a shocked expression and she said, "ah it's very common for people to extract 4, 5 teeth." hmm kay. my granny says i should have them extracted a wk after lunar new year. ha. smart... *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my haircut after that. just decided to try at Super Cuts at century square. *nod* i didn't know it was some ex place. my cousin scared me when she sms-ed me telling me it's some place where the haircuts are damn expensive. i freaked out. lol but i was already seated. but it was damn good. it's my first time to such saloons, mind you. let me just tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went in, they wrote my name on this slip of paper, asked what i wanted to do. i said just a haircut. they asked if i wanted a drink. &lt;em&gt;A drinK? do i have to pay for a drink?&lt;/em&gt; i declined. and i think the lady could tell i was first time there. anyway, then they hung the slip of paper next to the mirror i was facing. (oh before that, they asked if i needed any particular hairstylist. &lt;em&gt;HAIRSTYLIST? i don't know any friggin person here! lol&lt;/em&gt;) then another lady said, "come, i wash your hair for you." i was like huh? er. huh? *follows the lady and got my hair washed* it was fantastic. i've never had my hair washed at a saloon before believe it or not. she was good. the shampoo smelled great, the conditioner, and she was like giving me a hairwash-cum-massage. lol. head massage. *blink* but it was good. *nod me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to the seat, patiently waited while this chap came over to have my hair cut. had a chat with the lady who washed my hair, and the chap who cut my hair. oh they were lovely. then snip snip snip, i just watched my hair get shorter and shorter. then, he pulled me to rinse my hair again. (again, i freaked out. another hairwash. am i supposed to pay for the hairwash?!) then again, shampoo, conditioner, rinsed. then he blew my hair dry. i think he fell in love with my hair or something. he kept playing with it, as though he's reluctant to let me go. *chuckle* then he blew it as dry as before, realised the right side was a teeny bit 0.1mm longer than the left side. so he trimmed it. then he blew it dry again, made sure the hair was purrrrfect. THEN finally he let me off. and it was 28 bucks. god. my haircuts were usually 12 bucks, thank you very much. but it was good. *grin* i enjoyed it there. the wash, the massage, the hair cut, the chatting. the service was fantastic. and i have a card that says, "your stylist: Marcus (off on Tues)" so the next time i go there, shall ask for that chap again. whee. good stuff. but the next time i go there will probably be a verrrrrry long time later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: the Marcus guy thought i was working. goodness. do i look THAT old? anyway, my hair's shoulder length, totally layered, so when i tie it up, it's this puny bouncy pigstail. lol. but i like it a lot. it feels weightless. *grin* alright dove, i'm ready to shoot your advertisement. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: 28 bucks is students' rate. *nod* (lianne, i bet you're past that. hahahahaha. then again, i think you've got your own stylist too, so nevermind. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. by the way. i just created an equation. people who think a lot, i'm sure you'll agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think a lot = more doubts = more questions = more uncertainties = more suspects = more assumptions = more sensitive = more worries = depressed state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm up till the more worries part. someone pray i don't get to depressed, thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm not psychotic or whatever. i've just been thinking a lot a lot lately. which sucks. so PLEASE. LET SCHOOL START. LET HOMEWORK TAKE OVER MY THOUGHTS. LET STRESS BRAINWASH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. then i thought of my worries for the new year. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107270871102360013?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107270871102360013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107270871102360013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107270871102360013' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107267625930916674</id><published>2003-12-28T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T21:39:07.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was clearing my shelves yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was bored. so i took pics. and i haven't got time to upload the rest. but more importantly. let's just show you this first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/magsonshelf.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mags for sale... anyone want? mostly a1 stuffz. :) and LIME mag for the whole of 2002 and 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone remind me please not to buy anymore mags in 2004. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in case you're snickering at that mags, they cost $392.70, mind you. my precious ones. if i hadn't have bought them, i could've cleared my wishlist. *sniffle* anyoneeeee?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107267625930916674?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107267625930916674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107267625930916674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107267625930916674' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107260607789680655</id><published>2003-12-28T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T02:09:25.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firehouse - When I Look Into Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the river when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and all I ever wanted I always want you to be mine,&lt;br /&gt;let's make a promise 'till the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;we'll always be together and our love will never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we are face to face and heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;and I want you to know we will never be apart,&lt;br /&gt;now I believe that wishes can come true&lt;br /&gt;'cause I see my whole world I see only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see how much I love you and it makes me realize&lt;br /&gt;when I look into your eyes I see&lt;br /&gt;all the dreams come true when I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked for you all of my life,&lt;br /&gt;now that I found you we will never say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;can't stop this feeling and there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;'cause I see everything when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see how much I love you and it makes me realize&lt;br /&gt;when I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see all the dreams come true when I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I can see how much I love you and it makes me realize&lt;br /&gt;when I look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;we will always be together and our love will never die&lt;br /&gt;when I look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I see all the dreams come true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;when I look into your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107260607789680655?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107260607789680655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107260607789680655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107260607789680655' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107260481558318453</id><published>2003-12-28T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T01:48:22.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. thanks santa for possessing my brother and my dad into getting me a new plan. forgot to mention that they should be possessed enough to get me one happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my brother called me earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH U KNOW HOW MANY SMSES YOU SPEND A MONTH?????" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"er yeah i know. 900+ to thousand.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU SPEND A THOUSAND HUNDRED PLUS YOU KNOW! better cut down lah! i got you Ok! Flex one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107260481558318453?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107260481558318453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107260481558318453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107260481558318453' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107259095248770449</id><published>2003-12-27T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T21:57:19.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm officially addicted to the computer. i can't get my mind off coming in to blog. i can't get my mind off coming to msn to check who's online. i'm not gonna survive when school starts. i can't wake up earlier than 9, and i can't sleep earlier than midnight. i'm gonna have a terribly screwed life when school starts. i'm gonna start worrying all over again, and feel screwed. oh blimey. don't think don't think don't think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get my haircut tomorrow, most probably. and my dental appointment tomorrow, so i don't go insane at home, since i can't get out anywhere else. so going for a dental appointment and having a haircut's the best reason to go out. ha! i'm already rotting at home. think i've gone out too many times, and seen some people too often. i will die if i continue staying at home and doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, last night i had this weird dream. i saw myself in braces. *giggle* kind of funny. i grinned happily into the mirror with my braces. *rofl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i actually wanted to do a "100 things about me" for christmas. but i forgot about it. cos i thought, christmas. time for truths. so lo and behold, 100 facts about me you probably don't know. but i forgot about it. :p so it shall be belated. it shall come out on my first entry of my new blog. which by the way isn't even created. i haven't even thought of a url. cast your votes fellas.&lt;br /&gt;(a) www.sarcascity.blogspot.com (comes frm "sarcastic city")&lt;br /&gt;(b) www.iblogat.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;(c) www.afullfeldgednut.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;one vote per person only. :p voting lasts till 31st Dec 2003. hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. lots of stuffz happened this year. much more than last year and all other years i've lived through my 14 years. i shall mention them again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now, santa, if it's not too late (since it's only the 4th day of christmas), please come by and possess my parents and brother into allowing me to get a new hp plan. thanks *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107259095248770449?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107259095248770449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107259095248770449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107259095248770449' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107252436136161615</id><published>2003-12-27T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T03:27:27.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a survey i found on friendster. just felt like doing it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you cry often: er. kind of. lol. actually no. i don't cry often. i tear often. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you often cry in front of people or alone: alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have your friends ever seen you cry: a few. :) (but people like audrey didn't even know i was close to tears. LOL oops *ducks from audrey*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you cried today: nope. :) finally a better day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you usually cry for a long time: nah. they usually last for a very short while, though my mood for the rest of the day will suck. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you get really red when you cry: yeah *cough* esp my nose. that's why i gotta hide when i do cry lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever cried because you were happy: hahaha yea.. erm, mid last year. dance competition when we won champion. *chuckle* noone found out though. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my PSLE result. cos my prelims i had like 23-? I think. or lower. and i was predicting something around there too. who knows i'd have gotten 25-. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever been someone's "crying shoulder"?: apparently not. apparently noone confides in me when they're upset. or at least very few. and my close friends never seem to cry. lol. kinda sad about the part whereby noone confides in me when they're upset though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever hugged someone because they were crying: no, cos the only few people i hug are... erm. *thinks* my cousin, lianne, dee and even very seldom, my brother. and of course everyone else in my class. cos we're a hugging class. LOL, but anyway, refer to the previous qn, very few of them confide in me when they're upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever had a shoulder to cry on: no, though i wish i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you been hugged when you cried: nope. refer to prev qn. i seldom cry in front of anyone. that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you cry during movies: oh yeah. for movies, i cry in front of my cousin almost all the time. almost every movie. lol. kinda funny. i think i'm a bit too sentimental for all those sad movies. i'll cry a bucket. lol or at least am close to tears. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you cry while reading books: yup. lol. a walk to remember and once, i read my sec1 literature bk, Sing to the Dawn, at like past midnight to 1-ish, and suddenly cried. think i was emotional that day. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Does music make you cry: on christmas, i was watching this episode of Ally McBeal. it was sad enough but it didn't make me cry. until josh groban sang To Where You Are. which is my fave josh groban song. then i started crying. so yea, that's probably the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever been called a cry baby: yea. *sniffle* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever tried to stop yourself from crying: almost everytime i cry. unless it's the kind where i just need to cry my heart out and i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever cried in front of a teacher: yesh. my pri 2 teacher. funny reason. *cough* cos i got slapped by her. (^@!*&amp;#%&amp;!@!) but then, it wasn't like if you get slapped, your parents will sue them, kinda thing. lol. but it was because i kinda misbehaved. i'm not gonna tell you why. *sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Does this survey make you want to cry?: erm NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you cry when you are physically hurt: nah. oh wait, i was close to tears when i had my ears pierced. that was years ago. so pardon-able. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you cry when you are scared: yea. scared of loneliness and all that crap. *nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you cry when you are mad: when i'm extremely extremely extremely ridiculously angry. yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you cry over bad grades?: erm. no. though i'll get reaaaaaally upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever cried over spilled milk: u mean really spilled milk or..? really spilled milk, i believe when i was a baby i did. :p if you meant the other sense, think so... i cry for stupid reasons. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Can you make yourself cry: nah. but i can make myself not laugh. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When was the last time you cried: yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever cried because you were sad for someone else: yeap. but most of the time it's for me. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you have a favorite crying quote: crying quote?! er.. "stop crying your heart out"? lol no not really. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever cried for anyone who wouldn’t cry for you: all the tv shows and movies. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Will you cry because this survey is over: doh no. i'm glad cos i forgot to watch home alone 2!!! AHHHH! *runs off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107252436136161615?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107252436136161615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107252436136161615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107252436136161615' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107249807551575869</id><published>2003-12-26T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T20:09:21.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday night was a terror. i got screwed by my granny -again-. and i think yesterday was probably one of my worst days. everything was wrong. everything was boring. and i got pissed at the slightest things. and i picked up a quarrel with someone. and i just sent an apology note (sorry! *hugs*). i would have believed if someone told me i was possessed for a while. think it was the lack of sleep perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, they felt that i was being too happy since last week till xmas eve. so they decided to give me a bad day or two for an exchange. but i'm okay again. yay. cos i slept for 9 hours last night. haven't slept for this long for quite a while. :) and my granny is beginning to complain about the time i sleep at. (well yesterday night, there was man u vs everton and pool vs bolton!) eeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah but nevermind. i shall not let anyone spoil my mood today. i shall remain the happy psycho girl i've always been. *nod me*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107249807551575869?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107249807551575869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107249807551575869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107249807551575869' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107243283789612798</id><published>2003-12-26T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T02:02:02.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes. just realised it's boxing day. heh. *boxes everyone* that sounded like boxers. *chuckle* ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why i'm happy? just received a package from my vietnamese friend! *bounce* and my ex-neighbour who was frm my pri sch who moved away longggg time ago. used to play with her a lot. she finally replied! whee! *huggles all of them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry 2nd day of christmas, darlings :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107243283789612798?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107243283789612798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107243283789612798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107243283789612798' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107241052612017504</id><published>2003-12-25T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T19:50:57.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was good to let it out earlier. good to have a good cry. maybe it's bcos i only slept for 5 hrs. that's why i'm tired or something. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for concerned messages. :) *huggles ming li* thanks for assuring me and comforting. :) *huggles yp* thanks for coaxing me like a baby. i don't need sweets thank you. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. feels good to be the least bit happy again. suddenly i feel so childish. evanescence's got it all right. "i'm so tired of being here... &lt;strong&gt;surpressed by all my childish fears&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107241052612017504?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107241052612017504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107241052612017504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107241052612017504' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107240803710222893</id><published>2003-12-25T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T19:08:41.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling damn screwed. very screwed. screwed till i'm close to tears. but i haven't got a clue why either. it's just a very very very very moody morning. (lianne, why aren't u online! feel like dunking u! ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under certain circumstances, i only managed to sleep at 4-ish this morning. and i thought about a lot. when i mean a lot, it's A LOT. because it was in the wee hours of the morning, i couldn't sms anyone. suddenly it feels like a cold world. i was the only girl awake. everyone else in my family's asleep. everyone i know would've slept by then too. why bug people with my weird mood on the second day of christmas? and i could only force myself to try to sleep so i could wake up today to vent it out on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is sucky to feel alone. it sucks. a lot. suddenly i got worried about next year. what if my 2 best friends (they're all in different classes) got new best friends and decided not to hang out with me anymore? what if all of my sec2 classmates found a partner and i'm left alone. what if i don't get along well with the rest? what if i fail to cope? what if the teachers i hate teach me? what if i never like them and never liked their class? i'm gonna fail. academically. and socially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if everyone decides to get their own friends? what if everyone i confide into gets new friends and decides to stop becoming my listening ear or giving me advices? what if people i talk crap to starts thinking my crap is too lame for them? what if people i talk to often moves away? or migrates? what if my cousin (my only hope left then) decides to concentrate on her forthcoming O's and stop coming to my house often, so i shan't be able to talk to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel kinda sucky about this. i don't need replies like "aww anna. you're thinking too much". i know i'm thinking too much. even so, i'm not comforted. i think i should start looking for something to do and not think about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm going to start to cry. why? i don't know why. whatever this mood is, it sucks. i can't put it down to words. so you see my imood is "ugh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should stop before i really start crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107240803710222893?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107240803710222893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107240803710222893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107240803710222893' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107235527859803908</id><published>2003-12-25T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T04:29:22.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gawd. my granny screwed up my christmas. and i'm semi-grounded. and this sucks. now i can't wait to get back to school. crappieeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107235527859803908?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107235527859803908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107235527859803908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107235527859803908' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107232554280586393</id><published>2003-12-24T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T20:13:46.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm kind of lazy to blog today. so just like to wish everyone a merry christmas. had lots of fun yesterday. hopefully today's tv programmes will be entertaining =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what's my fave xmas gift for the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/hamtaro.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a huuge hamtaro beanie pillow! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107232554280586393?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107232554280586393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107232554280586393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107232554280586393' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107223677602969980</id><published>2003-12-23T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T19:38:41.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. the previous post last night didn't go through, i just realised. it said, "a lot of adventures today. lots of stuff happened." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next paragraph went, "OH NO! I forgot to watch Dude, Where's My Car! AHHHHH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the following said, "ahh. shall blog about everything tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next one said, "oh nooo i'm going out tomorrow!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last one said, "AH!! i'm a very screwed person *nod*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it failed to publish. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday, it started off with a lot of crapping with lianne and melvin together, cos i was figuring what the new url should be. and lianne apparently ganged up with melvin with annabellring.blogspot.com and lianne thought maybe eeeyyynnnzabelle.blogspot.com but i figured that looks like a scientific name for a monkey though she assured me it isn't. lol and we had a water-fight, for god-knows-what reason. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, then my cousin and i set of for chinatown to get my mum some buttons (for the last time, SHE SEWS OKAY?!). lol. at the tampines mrt station, this girl came up to ask to introduce us to this "card" whereby some arse forced us to get it the last time. though we made him pay 2 bucks for it. i decided not to turn a cold face. i decided to make her feel like, "ah shit. shouldn't have asked them." *grin* it's not the exact conversation, but it's more or less like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying Salesgirl: hi. could you just spare me a bit of your time? *waves around the that's-life-card(TLC)*&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh is that the k-ster card?&lt;br /&gt;AS: it's part of k-ster but it's now known as TLC. &lt;br /&gt;Me: oh yeah, TLC. my friend and i bought the card the other time.&lt;br /&gt;AS: Really? Do you wanna get another one? maybe your friend here and you can share one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whack your head lah. i got one, still want me to get another one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? I already bought one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*nod* &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt;'s right. irrelavance annoys people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: You and your friend here can share another one what. see it's new. and nicer colour somemore. *waves an orange card and a blue one*&lt;br /&gt;Me: I got the orange one. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the way, the point is, I GOT THE CARD!! DOES IT MATTER IF IT IS BLUE OR ORANGE?!?! why don't you go kill OG for making their cards black and white. "oh. it should be pink and blue, for example." i think they'll just take you as an idiot and ignore u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: Oh. but you can get another one. the card...&lt;br /&gt;Me: *cuts in* Actually, one reason why i don't want the card is because i seldom go to the shops you guys are offering discounts on.&lt;br /&gt;AS: Ohhh, that. you don't need to worry. cos if you like any shop or what, you can offer your feedback to us, we'll start negotiating..&lt;br /&gt;Me: *cuts in again* Yes. that's the ONLY reason i bought that card.&lt;br /&gt;AS: Oh ok. nevermind then. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sarcastic smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i love me. :) don't you love me? *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, then, on the MRT, my cousin and i just boarded it, and couldn't find a seat until a few.... cabins away. (i call them cabins. lol) i found one sight rather hilarious. there was this whole row, that every1 sits a seat away from each other. like if you sit too near you'll get SARS or what. *rolls eyes* EVERYONE. from the corner to another corner. like maybe if one of them sat closer to another person, there's enough seat for both of us already. *doh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we suddenly started thinking of ways to irk the person beside you and make that person leave the seat beside you. :p *cough*&lt;br /&gt;1. start coughing and sneezing like there's no tomorrow. or purposely cough or sneeze in their direction. that seat will be empty until you alight.&lt;br /&gt;2. look to any corner of the train and pretend you saw something there. then start pointing and talking to your friend, muttering about something, and continue pointing. everyone will follow your finger's direction and look up, and wonder what the hell you're talking about, then they'll turn back to you, and you faster turn to your friend and go, "hey yesterday right, i..." and pretend nothing happened. then you realise people are staring and you, and you look angelically back at them and wonder what's going on. they'll feel humiliated and tricked. they'll either move to another side or get off the train.&lt;br /&gt;3. pretend to sleep and knock into the person next to you. no, i don't mean lean totally on that person. just keep tilting your head towards that person, up and down. *grin* that person will get irritated.&lt;br /&gt;4. if the person next to you is on the phone, get someone to ring you, or ring someone up, and start talking verrrrrrrry loudly. so the person next to you can't hear what's going on in her phone and move away.&lt;br /&gt;5. get you and your friend to sit one seat away from each other, whereby another passenger sits between you two. then start talking. that person will feel pissed cos you'll be talking across that person, and leave. (though, we witnessed this on the train back, and the poor person in between just pretended not to know anything and continued reading her book. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we managed to find our way around chinatown, thanks to my mum's self-illustrated map. lol. well done! =D oh by the way, this person near the train station asked us for a donation.&lt;br /&gt;Donation-Asking Person: hi. i'm from ::insert place here:: and we're here to help ::insert organisation here:: so that they can get education and ::insert another gain here::, so would you like to make a donation for ::insert organisation here:: for them to have a better future......&lt;em&gt;yadda&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *rolls eyes in between* how much do we have to donate?&lt;br /&gt;DAP: it can be $1, or $2....&lt;br /&gt;Me: *rolls eyes at cousin*&lt;br /&gt;-Me &amp; Kus takes out a dollar-&lt;br /&gt;DAP: Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;-Me &amp; Kus walks off-&lt;br /&gt;Me: yadda... *sticks out tongue towards my right where my cousin is, but it's to go to that guy.*&lt;br /&gt;another DAP in front of us: Thanks for your donation! Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;-Me &amp; Kus puts on a sarcastic smile-&lt;br /&gt;Me: *panicks* did he see me stick out my tongue?!&lt;br /&gt;Kus: I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *continues panicking* uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. =X i didn't mean to let him see that. oops oops oops. ooooooops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, halfway through, we were really tired and just looked around for a cafe, but there weren't any cafes at chinatown. the only one that comes closest is a bakery cafe, so we went there, got a drink and sat outside cos there weren't seats inside. (BY THE WAY, in between, i saw this REAL NICE jeans at OG in chinatown.. it's a tomix jeans, maroon in colour, $89.90!!! ^@%!$#!* I WANT IT!!! gah. and a new shades, that was golf brand. daaaaaaamn nice.) then we chatted.. and then this lady in front of us was smoking. then i got real pissed with the cigarette smoke, i mouthed the f-word to my cousin. (*cough* sorry. was erm, reaaaaally annoyed with it.) then another lady from my right side turned around just went i said that. ooooooooooooooooooops. i think someday, i'm gonna go out, and people're gonna think i'm a huge bitch or something. shucks. i didn't mean to let her see either. my cousin re-assured me and told me nevermind cos she was quite sure the lady turned around to see who was smoking. maybe she's happy that i cursed that lady for her. :p hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yadda yadda.. on our way back, we just spent the whole journey thinking of new url names for my new blog. :p coming 6th jan. lol. sneak previews i don't know when yet. haha. i thought of sarcascity.blogspot.com (meaning sarcastic city)... one of my best ones so far. (las night, kenneth suggested annaisbloggingat.blogspot.com i thought it'd be long. so maybe iblogat.blogspot.com hmmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then back at tampines interchange, we walked past those group of AS (Annoying Salespeople). then i heard the "chief" of the group of AS saying, "there there!! quick!" and another person said, "no pen!!" so i quickened my step, but i didn't think my cousin got my hint. then this guy RAN UP TO US. &lt;em&gt;why us!! why not the millions of people walking past!! WHY US!!! i know we look very pleasant and seem like "oh sure, we will not reject you. *eyes flutter*" BUT WHY US!&lt;/em&gt; this time it's one of the same dudes who bugged my friend and i for 45 mins of our time, trying to convince us to get it. buggers. shoo!&lt;br /&gt;AS: Xiao2 Jie3!!!!!! (cos i was walking fast. lol)&lt;br /&gt;Me: *turns around, cos i realised my cousin wasn't walking as fast as me*&lt;br /&gt;AS: Hi, can i just have a little bit of your time..&lt;br /&gt;Me: HI!!! Do you remember me? The TKGS girl you bugged last time? You made my friend and I buy the card.&lt;br /&gt;AS: Is it? *suspicious and blur face*&lt;br /&gt;Kus: YAR. you paid 2 bucks for her card.&lt;br /&gt;AS: *humiliated* ohhh. okay. thanks. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha.&lt;br /&gt;-kus and i walks away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW YOU LOT OF AS!!! lol. bug us bug us. bug us some more lah! i'll bring a piece of duck meat there and whack you all with it. *grrrrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but kind of fun to screw those AS up. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was insane yesterday. *nod me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, since it's christmas eve, MERRY CHRISTMAS. (how irrelavant to the prev topic. lol. *puts on angelic smile* SANTA!! i'm expecting you tonight!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107223677602969980?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107223677602969980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107223677602969980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107223677602969980' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107218574587587887</id><published>2003-12-23T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T05:27:37.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>newsflash: i'm gonna shift blog soon. like after the twelveth day of christmas. which is 6th Jan (Tues). or somewhere near that. cos i wanna change my comments thingy, and i don't wana replace it cos i wanna keep all my comments, or my blog's lifeless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ah-ha! if you're thinking, "anna. always saying she wanna clear her table, but i bet she hasn't", sorry, honey. you're gonna lost the bet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/b4-after.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah!!! kay, just pardon the ugly handwriting. if you think that's rubbish, still very messy. no difference, take a CLOSER look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/table.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha! now you see. *smirks* happy owner as i am. it's too neat to be me. nevermind, in 2 weeks, it'll be messy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt fantastic to throw away two huge thick geography files. mwahaha. no more for me! and i found a load of rubbish while clearing!! like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/a1.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some a1 pics i cut out from mags. store them till they collected dust. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/becks.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becks. i used to cut a lot of pics cos i wanted to do a huge celeb-collage but i was too lazy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/rhcp.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cooler people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/avril.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person whom i thought is soooooooooooo cool in jan 2003. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/michellebranch.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl whom i still love, her music that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/jlo-crap.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the then-turning point for j.lo (GAWD. *tears picture into pieces*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and loads of articles. like the brand new forthcoming-esplanade. lol i bet noone kept this. now everyone just goes there like it's a shopping mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/esplanade.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like this bag i did for home econs that i was graded with 14.5 upon 20 for. (that's an A2 by the way *grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/bag.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and old photos my bro gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/boyzone.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, stop blinking. that IS boyzone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/ant-dec.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ant &amp; dec. wow. longgggggggggg time ago. my bro apparently was one of the "chaser" types too. well not really. just go and see see, that's all. but hey. i think it runs in the blood. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for a good laugh. maybe someone who needs this, feel free to let me know, i'll give the whole thick set for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/comphelp.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! my posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/optionform.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my long-lost notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/powerbk.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my collection of postcards. the one on the first one is my collection. the second one is for writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/collection.JPG&gt; &lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/postcards.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my young mathematician task. well, one of the many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/mathsthingy.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;threw it away after that anyway. wasted 100 pins. gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/ai2finalstape.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you can't see what it writes, it says, "AMERICAN IDOL2 FINALS, CLAY VS RUBEN" *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, lemmi present to you.. my brand new lecture pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/lecturepad.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it cuteeeeee?? looney tunes, yesh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and look what came in the mail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/stuffz/lipgloss.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's from a 3+year-friend, melvin! yay!! *carefully strikes off my wishlist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. more blogging about today to come. just had to blog about this morning first, or it'll be toooooo long. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107218574587587887?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107218574587587887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107218574587587887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107218574587587887' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107206660245795876</id><published>2003-12-21T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T20:18:01.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh goodness. i forgot to mention about last night's soccer match. man u vs tottenham. it was from 12mn-2am, so i spent half the time worrying about my granny coming out to check on me. lol. cos i told her it'll end at 1am (or she's gonna demand that i switch off the tv that instant! lol) heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very funny cos i started trying to read everyone's lips. there was once when roy keane was offside. and it said "fook it" to the.. linesman...is that what you call it? anyway, i'll call it the linesman. then the ref ran to him, then they ran to the other side together, and i saw the ref ticking him off a bit before keane couldn't be bothered and he sprinted off. *chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then another was when this tottenham chap stepped on.... i can't remember whose foot, thus tripping him. was it keane or giggs? can't remember. then the ref blowed his whistle, and the tottenham chap immediately turned to the ref going, "i didn't do it! i didn't do it! i didn't do anything!" (face it dude.) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then another one was when... i can't really remember who. (bless my STM) but it was this man u chap who almost scored but missed by a coupla centimetres, and he went, "noooooooooooooooo. oh damn it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bless. pardon my aim of watching the soccer match. it was 2-1 to man u, by the way. i didn't watch soccer to read their lips. it just occurred to me. hahahahaha. but try watching out for their lips. kind of funny. :p but tottenham's midfielders were so densely situated in the middle. tough fight. man u had quite a lot of good chances. *shakes head* i thot it'd be a 3-1 or 4-1. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleeeeepy! *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107206660245795876?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107206660245795876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107206660245795876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107206660245795876' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107206481552077959</id><published>2003-12-21T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T19:48:14.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way, thanks for 'concerned' messages. i shall attempt to clear my table in the afternoon if i am bothered to. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107206481552077959?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107206481552077959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107206481552077959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107206481552077959' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-10720644460280137</id><published>2003-12-21T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T19:42:04.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way, pardon the insanity within the previous entry. but it's still kind of IN me, so prepare for another &lt;em&gt;siao&lt;/em&gt; entry. mwahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall continue with last night's cos i was rushing for time you see. :p did i mention the cookies was done by my cousin (your royal highness) and me (yours truly)? oh i did. oh i just needed to mention that again. and the candies. cos i promised her i'll call her your royal highness hahahaha. (don't roll your eyes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, at the party, halfway through, before the games started, i think the deejays went on air. heard melvin mention something like that to me when i was back (from fetching yu pei from the bus stop (now, you can roll your eyes) :p). so you probably heard a little bit of it. (and yupei, count your lucky stars i didn't sabo you. time to give me a treat don't you think? lol) that reminds me. i didn't sabo him for the singing competition, if you were wondering what i didn't sabo him about. i was prepared for a duet but my kus, your royal highness, (YOU TRAITOR!!!!) refused to stand up. hmpfh. nevermind. i should be sporting. so, i've embarrassed myself at east coast park twice. nevermind that part. let's skip. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a part where chuntsen and woonjeck and yu pei were planning something. *cough* &lt;br /&gt;chuntsen asked me, "eh, anna. you wanna go catch crab?" *glances suspiciously*&lt;br /&gt;i said, looking confused, "huh? CRAB?"&lt;br /&gt;he said yeah.. and something about nemo there or what not. lol. i may like nemo BUT I'M NOT SIAO ENOUGH TO GO CATCH CRAB THERE! lol&lt;br /&gt;then yupei just stood there laughing, and woonjeck gave it away.&lt;br /&gt;woonjeck said, "do you have any valuables on?"&lt;br /&gt;smartiepants me got the whole idea and started yelling at them, i had my handphone with me, and i'm not gonna get pushed into the sea! lol. curse you all, then you know. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of rubbish, basically. that's why it's crazy, and fun. haha. in a way. :p sporting people at the party rocks. hahaha. the oh-i'm-shy-so-don't-choose-me types are like, oi. don't spoil the fun lah. once a year only what. i guess that's why i got &lt;em&gt;malu&lt;/em&gt;-ed. (translates as &lt;em&gt;embarrassed&lt;/em&gt;.) maybe i should turn into a non-sporting person soon. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, melvin, mingli, daphne, they were all soooo quiet at the party. soooooooo quiet. the only time i spoke to mingli and daphne was when we were contemplating if we should go entertain the claymates singapore (nope, i didn't. think they tried to though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as promised. piccies of my scrunchie. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the gorgeous brown one with my favourite shade of brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/brownscrunchie.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the thing behind which is blue, is my blankie. (confused look you're giving? it's the blanket!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the one (probably santa wanted me to have it) that's white in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/whitescrunchie.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u see that? that yellow little flower? WHY WOULD I WANNA GET A WHITE SCRUNCHIE WITH YELLOW LITTLE FLOWERS!! HALLO!?!?! evidence of why i didn't take the scrunchie on purpose. ha. only when i'm mad then would i take the white one. (i AM mad, you say. fine. but not my taste k!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahaha. i tried to curl my hair again. shall show you the after-effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/me-curls.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pic is small cos i look really bad in it, and the point is to just show u the hair. i just woke up then, so it's pardon-able. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to the topic. if santa really wanted me to have that scrunchie, i'll curse santa. lol. I WANTED A SIMON COWELL BOOK, HONEY!! not a white scrunchie which i probably won't use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind. shall continue being angelic. christmas is in 3 days. maybe he'll come back and realise his mistake and replace the white scrunchie with a simon cowell book. :) maybe he reads my blog. *jaws drops* nono, i won't curse you dear. i love youuuuuu!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas anyway. i'm still psyched. that's why. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-10720644460280137?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/10720644460280137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/10720644460280137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10720644460280137' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107201397115354601</id><published>2003-12-21T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T06:06:50.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*grin* plenty to blog today. so if you're patient, you'll survive this entry, becos quite a lot of pictures today :) (by the way, i decided that pictures worth a thousand words so i should post more pics in future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i tried to follow what &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; taught in one of her old entries, and tied my hair in &lt;em&gt;Chun Li&lt;/em&gt; (Street fighter) buns, and slept with them. immediately 6 hours later (yes i slept from 1am to 7am. curse that arsenal match for being so late.), i had a good hair day! decided not to spoil the curls, i tolerated not having to wash my hair in the morning. it was freezing cold anyway. was supposed to meet the &lt;a href="http://cow.zhax.net"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://chuntsen.blogspot.com"&gt;m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shadow-cast.org/hidden"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://totallyblank.diaryland.com"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.opendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=A924946"&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeremyratnam.com"&gt;r&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jayaye.com"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.power98.com.sg"&gt;w&lt;/a&gt; at 9am at east coast park. and it was raining mad cats and dogs, so my granny refused to let me out. *mutter* and i was so happy with my curls then. all set to go. and she refused to let me off. and let me show you how the sky looked then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/xmasparty/weather.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. the sky wasn't clear. it was filled with clouds. everywhere. you can't see the sun. you can't see anything. cos everything is clouds. EVERYTHING. *mutter* that's why it rained from last night till this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i brought cookies i made. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/xmasparty/party-3.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some candies for some of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/xmasparty/party-2.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin* i took a great deal of time to wrap them last night. (thanks kus. love ya dear.) (oh p/s: i suddenly love my digi cam, that's why i can't stop taking everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, much much much much later on, when the rain finally decided to let me off, (it became much lighter), i set off. and realising my cousin was gonna meet my friend soon, i decided to wait for them at the interchange. thus, i was even later than late. probably the latest person on earth. (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially we didn't really have anything to do. everyone there except 4-5 of 'em were organisers. anyway, jamie gave me this size 'S' power shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/xmasparty/shirt-2.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is still HUGE. my kus said i looked like a nerd. yay. thanks dear. u rock. *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had some fun. met fynn again. she's the girl melvin gave his kelly clarkson showcase ticket to, and when i tried to be really sociable, i said hi and asked if she remembers me. (she has my contact number and my email and all that, mind you.) she said no she doesn't remember and that i look very different. &lt;em&gt;huh? that means you remember my name but don't find me recognisable or you don't know me?&lt;/em&gt; anyway she was a-okay. no comments about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a couple of claymates singapore were there. (er to my opinion, i think they only socialize amongst their clique, as much as we try to talk to them. not the most sociable people, i think. lol oh no i hope none of them reads my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. we had fun anyway. first game was some boggle-ish game. i think our team came in second. (but there were only prizes for the first. sniffle! lol.) kenneth's team got last. (i think it consists of chuntsen and.... i can't remember who. yikes!) they had a selection of 2 forfeits. 1) get one member of the team and burry them in the sand. (it was kinda wet, remember?) 2) go to the nearby pavilion which consists of a couple of people and sing them some christmas songs, loud enough for us to hear. well, i only heard bits and pieces of "we wish you a merry christmas..." lolz. nevermind. (shall shut up about it before they bash me up. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second game was singapore idol. where we sing. wow. lol. and i got sabo-ed by our very friendly and bubbly chuntsen. (i will murder u someday, dear! :D go get yourself a lord of the rings sword to protect yourself. quick! lol.) what happened was Jeremy and JA picked Fynn to be contestant #1. she sang "invisible". i was considering if i should start waving hands in the air. *laughs* but she sang it fast, so nah. anyway, chuntsen -volunteered- to be contestant #2, with woonjeck, and they happened to sing a very monotonous Bridge Over Troubled Water. lol. verrrrrry funny. then my cousin was pointing at me and asking me to watch out. and apparently i caught jeremy staring at her point at me. and he saw me and he laughed. *raised eyebrow* again, very nice, you two! and yes, chuntsen sabo-ed me. he pointed at me. though i tried very hard to act innocent and look around. but he pointed straight at me! *curse that long arm* hmpfh. so i stood up for a relatively long time figuring what i should sing. and they said i could sing anything. yay. wider choices. harder to choose. yay. then someone suggested i sing an a1 song. so i just dug up from my dusty memory, and sang Like A Rose's chorus. erm. our dear judge Simon a.k.a. Sebastian commented that i sing Like A Rose like it's on a fast-forward button. hey. i was &lt;em&gt;ganchiong&lt;/em&gt; (translates as &lt;em&gt;nervous&lt;/em&gt; in a way. lol) kay! and then i sabo-ed kenneth. *mwahahaha* and he sang When I'm Missing You which was hilarious. :p the dear judge said, "i'm giving you points for your courage only." hahaha. nice. (don't kill me, kenneth!!) anyway. *drumrolls* i came in third! and i got tons of goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/xmasparty/shirt.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was 'L' sized mind you. that can be my pyjamas. yay. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/xmasparty/prizes.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a clay cd (which i'm gonna give to kenneth. so yay. u can't kill me!). and some power car decal... tons =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was photo-taking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/xmasparty/party.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's by jeremy's hp-cam. so that's why it's horrendously blur. i'm on the ground level, 2nd from left. yesh. (as if you can see.) anyway, then exchanging presents time!! i got this eclair chocolate. (whoa you think. now, hold back those 'whoa's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i brought it back, my dad took it out to eat, and got one for my brother. then my brother decided to spit it out. and checked the expiry date. it expires next month. *glare* and it smells like ^&amp;@%%!$@! lol. gawd. WHO'S THE OWNER OF THAT!! how can you get me a nearly-expired-though-already-smelled-and-tasted-probably-like-an-expired CHOCOLATE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i don't need presents. =) (thanks chuntsen for the candies though! *grin* and the rest for the cards!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, anyway, after having forced down some food by the rest of them who stayed, my cousin, my friend and i left on a cab, to tampines mall. and we walked around for at least 4hours. and my feet hurt. we were at this shop that sells tons of scrunchies (and i bought this brown one. it's gorgeous! shall take a pic of it soon!). and then we went to those cheap-cheap shops outside the mall. and when i was leaving this shop and there were lots of people, this lady was coming it. i felt her hand brushing against my pocket, and it almost felt like it was intentionally. thankfully only my handphone was there and it wasn't that easy to take out. HA. i glared at her though she pretended to look at the stuffs in the shop. HA! don't try to steal things from me you thief! (of course, i apologise if it was unintentional lol) but still, YOU THIEF! hmpfh. lucky i wear the right pants today. if i wear the other one where the pocket flaps just open and close easily, ha. there goes my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when i reached home, my mum emptied all my plastic bags and realised i had a white scrunchie. *panic attack* it dropped into the bag and i wasn't aware of it!! uhoh. (dishonest anna. dishonest anna. *chants*) OH SHUT UP YOU DEVIL SIDE OF ME! lol. it was seriously an accident. i was so bloody tired by then, my mum just said forget it. so i kept it anyway. it's a white one. (WHY WOULD I WANT A WHITE ONE! I WANT SOMETHING CLOSE TO THE COLOUR OF MY HAIR!) ah well. enough rubbish for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, took a picture of my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/xmasparty/room.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realised i REEEEEEALLY need to clear my table. *nod* soon. tomorrow hopefully. (bah. anna, you always say that but you don't!) i shan't scream at the devil side of me. kinda insane today. deedum. i'm in a good mood though. good hair day promptly ended when i had a bath after dinner. *sniff* i'm gonna try curling my hair again. mwahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107201397115354601?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107201397115354601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107201397115354601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107201397115354601' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107191327931022160</id><published>2003-12-20T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T01:45:09.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*runs into the wall* i forgot to blog about the top i bought when my mum was at the optician. oh wait did i mention about her at the optician. there was this kinda cute salesguy. haha. and i pretended to try asking qns. haha. kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the point is, i finally got the hang ten top that i love!!!! the long sleeve one, where the sleeves are of this gorgeous shade of brown and the top itself is light brown. and it says.. california... etc... and i saw san diego. it's lovely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/hang10top.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin* it probably looks -quite- hideous here. but it looks nice on me! pardon the modesty. *giggle* nope, i don't mean i fit everything. but i just like the way it looks on me. and it was supposed to be 19 bucks. but god-knows-what-possessed-that-salesguy, he sold it to me at $11.50, and my mum became a hang10 member. yippee! it's 25% off for normal days, and 50% off on her birthmonth. right. january, i'll go for late new-year shopping and get everything on 50% discount. *smirks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107191327931022160?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107191327931022160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107191327931022160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107191327931022160' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107191056500775472</id><published>2003-12-20T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T00:57:21.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*cries* it looks really tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0767917413.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reaaaaaaally wanna read this book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107191056500775472?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107191056500775472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107191056500775472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107191056500775472' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107190996876203479</id><published>2003-12-20T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T00:47:25.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aha! i'm going to be evil and let you drool while i eat my oh-so-fantastic-tasting-done-by-two-pros-and-recipe-taken-from-the-cookie-master-aka-yours-truly cookies. they taste kinda like famous amos for a bit, as they cool and harden even more, with so many chocolate chips in it, and some almond. they are so dee-lee-cious! and nope, this selfish self-centered arse is going to not be generous as to share the recipe. :p maybe someday. but the credit must go to yours truly. mwahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, met up with yu pei earlier cos he didn't know what present to get for tomorrow's party. *raises eyebrow* and he got.. *shuts up* kay. i shall be guai and not sabo him so maybe santa might think i'm a good girl and get me what i want. or maybe even a christmas tree, if it can fit through the window. ah. goody. i've gone mad. thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;a href="http://www.erisfree.com/design/e23/nemo/mid.gif"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is real nice!!! (thx &lt;a href="http://kylaria.blogspot.com"&gt;darling&lt;/a&gt;!) might change to this soon. just had to save it somewhere and i was blogging so might as well save it here. *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107190996876203479?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107190996876203479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107190996876203479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107190996876203479' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107189042248653075</id><published>2003-12-19T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T19:41:43.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. you know what's on the top of my wishlist? (fine, apart from the xmas tree that i want, and i expect that no one will get it for me. hmpfh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0767917413/qid=1071885617//ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i0_xgl14/104-4866638-4425539?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;n=507846"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want it i want it i want it i want it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to be real good the past few days to make up for what bad i've done for the year. (i don't think i did much bad either. apart from a little bitching about a friend, but i've realised my mistake (mentioned in my last entry) and constant snatching of comp from my brother.) yesterday, especially, i was the most angelic girl i've ever been. i did my bed, helped my mum to change bedsheets for the family, and made lunch for her and me. and at night, i baked cookies, for the christmas party this sunday, with my cousin (which turned out fantastic! the best ever made by us!). this morning i even helped to pluck beansprouts for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are willing to acknowledge those as good to cover the bad i've done this year, please bring me &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0767917413/qid=1071885617//ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i0_xgl14/104-4866638-4425539?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;n=507846"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. i shall wait for you by the christmas sock i shall put up. i shall continue to believe in your existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to feel slightly more generous, feel free to bring me &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00004TTF5/qid=1071890298/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-4866638-4425539?v=glance&amp;s=music"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; too. i wouldn't mind. :) or even &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0000CFW87/qid=1071890337/sr=2-1/ref=sr_2_1/104-4866638-4425539"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. or &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000088E6D/qid=1071890357/sr=2-1/ref=sr_2_1/104-4866638-4425539"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. but i shan't be greedy. i shall stick to the one on top as top priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks santa. hurry down my chimney tonight! (er. or i'll leave my window open for you to climb in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;annabelle xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridayfive.org"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FridayFive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. List your five favorite beverages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're all not in any order. all 5 qns.&lt;br /&gt;a. mocha frap from starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;b. lemon shiver from n.y.d.c.&lt;br /&gt;c. ice lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;d. HL milk&lt;br /&gt;e. erm. im with pj. ice water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. List your five favorite websites.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. my site. *grin* (always love yourself. always love yours. fine. that sounded like i'm a self-centered person. who cares. :P)&lt;br /&gt;b. alexthegirl.com&lt;br /&gt;c. xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;d. lianne's&lt;br /&gt;e. er. yahoo? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps: note that i like b, c and d cos their writings entertain me quite a bit. if i don't mention your blog or OD doesn't mean i hate yours. more like their entertain me and leave a much huger impression. :) i like my site cos i like my own writing and like to reminisce. i'm not a self-centered bitch. lol. and i like yahoo cos that's where i search everything. not google. :) thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. List your five favorite snack foods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;b. muffins&lt;br /&gt;c. doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;d. some biscuits that my granny has. they're weirdly addictive. lol&lt;br /&gt;e. erm, sandwich filled with whatever i think is appealling in the fridge, and easy to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. List your five favorite board and/or card games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. monopoly&lt;br /&gt;b. scrabble&lt;br /&gt;c. uno stacko&lt;br /&gt;d. stress!&lt;br /&gt;e. (i don't know how to spell this. this is just how it sounds like) jim-ra-mee? it's played with poker cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. List your five favorite computer and/or game system games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. chicken invaders&lt;br /&gt;b. solitaire showdown (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;c. yahoo pool&lt;br /&gt;d. yahoo dominoes&lt;br /&gt;e. iceman (coussie darling.. i miss that!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107189042248653075?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107189042248653075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107189042248653075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107189042248653075' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107173888656690352</id><published>2003-12-18T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T01:19:44.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god. somebody save me. because i'm constantly washing my hair twice a day (my granny's words apparently fell on deaf ears and she thinks my hair's gonna turn spoilt soon), i'm gonna be forced to cut my hair short before the school starts. wow. double nightmare. i'm not gonna be rude here, but what a load of rubbish. so, i'm only &lt;strong&gt;allowed&lt;/strong&gt; to keep my hair when i'm older? it's &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; hair, for god's sake. i'm the one washing it. i'm the one brushing it. i'm the one taking care of it. and i have no control over it. the way i tie it. the length of it. the style of it. no. i don't control any of that. you might as well shave my head for me. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit. and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; thought &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; the only one with the authority to be moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to quote R.E.M. here. "it's been a bad day..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107173888656690352?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107173888656690352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107173888656690352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107173888656690352' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107173868551004374</id><published>2003-12-18T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T01:12:39.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's the fourth time i'm trying to type this thing and am getting tentatively annoyed with this bloody computer. blimey. not in the best mood, i reckon. been trying to describe what happened yesterday and i better do before the comp decides to blow up cos i've been using it since 11am-ish. here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at school, and having been turned down from a competition my friend and i have been trying (quite) hard to participate in wasn't bad. at all. (no, really. i'm not being sarcastic.) i was kind of losing interest and commitment in it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out quite amusing actually. our teacher-in-charge was explaining to us all sorts of funny logics about why our stuff doesn't work, and what went wrong and all that. we stood for quite some time, and all of a sudden, my vision decides to play a prank on me. it got blur. and blurer. and dark. and darker. until i decided i needed to lie down or sit (at least) or i'm going to black out. (we were near the technical area, mind you.) so i found a stool behind us and immediately sat down. i could sense stares from my friend and the teacher cos everyone was standing up looking at each other, listening, questioning, etc. then suddenly this girl sat down. i felt like i was gonna topple over the chair. cos it was a stool (for goodness sake). so i leaned forward onto the table and rested my chin on my arms crossed on the table. now here goes. i couldn't see, so i didn't know what was going on. i was having cold sweat. and i was sweating like nobody's business. i felt weird, cos i knew i wasn't sweating earlier, so the place wasn't hot. and i had this sorta feeling before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to my friend (she told me what happened on our way home), the teacher thought i was devastated or what not, and whatever came out of his mouth became words of encouragement and consolations. that was (kind of) funny. and hugely embarrassing. later on, i kinda gained a bit of vision back, started to be able to see some colours, i asked my friend if she'd like to share the stool with me cos i knew i was being a weirdo, sitting down and leaning onto the table all of a sudden. and i realised the teacher giving me concerned glances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of funny, actually, to think about it. but nothing happened in the end. i remember reading something about such stuffs in my home econs book. think it's due to lack of vitamin a, or iron. whatever it is, it's something about lack of fish. fine, maybe i haven't eaten much fish lately. but funny, cos the last time that happened to me was about 5 years ago, i think. or more. during my primary school sports day. i got pulled to the sickbay to lie down for a while, and i got better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to yesterday's incident, my friend got flabbergasted when she found me acting strangely. she thought i was very upset about our failure, and she felt blue too. and later on she broke down when we left that area. and then, i thought she was so upset. and then the truth reveals. she thought i was upset so she became upset. and in the end, none of us were upset. we started giggling at stuffs, and went a bit crazy. we talked a lot. about some photographs she just had developed. about the upcoming xmas party on sunday. about my lack of vitamin a. about our project. about the teacher. about everything under the big hot sun. (or maybe drizzle or rain, in this matter, cos it wasn't sunny. fine. i'm lame.) suddenly i realised she's one of my best friend. one of the very few i actually confide in to. i only confide into very few people, actually. those people who know most of my family stuff or whatever i do, are her, my cousin and audrey. well, it's kinda nice to feel like you've got yourself a close friend. many say, a close friend beats many so-so friends. oh, forgive me for whatever crap i bitched about behind her back. :) sometimes she deserved it, but after yesterday, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing a lot of thinking on my own lately. maybe i should give up thinking about the other crap i've been thinking about, and count my lucky stars with whatever i have. especially my (girl)friends. on an average day, i enjoy myself most in school. not at home, cos when i'm home, all i do is do my homework and go online. i don't exactly have a life, on a normal school day. (not that i'm saying, many do. but my point is how much i enjoy my friends at school.) blah. i'm going in circles, and i'm not gonna mention it again, cos i probably don't make much sense, but i just felt like saying that. so, yadda yadda, there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading quite a lot lately. everywhere around the net. i've read a couple of happy blogs, sad blogs, angry blogs, feminist blogs even. here's some i recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alexthegirl.com"&gt;http://www.alexthegirl.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl writes like there's no tomorrow. her entries always make sense. they always see the brighter side of life. i remember one statement i learnt from her. she said, "the grass is never greener on the other side. it's only a different shade of green." something about not comparing yourself with others. there's no good and better. they're just different. i kinda liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl pours out everything. all her thoughts are there. she's not exactly the happiest person. but she's probably one of the most straightforward person i know. a lot of action in there. kind of fun to read. though vulgar and pervertic at times. :p but still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deedum. i'm blogging in a strange way today. everything's probably spelt, except for "gonna" and "wanna" and "kinda". hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107173868551004374?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107173868551004374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107173868551004374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107173868551004374' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107156978911058061</id><published>2003-12-16T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T02:17:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went swimming in the morning with my cousin this morning. it was exciting and all that. was surprised i could fit my swimming costume afterall i thought it went missing for 2-3 years, i think. which is quite scary, to think, when i step into the pool. er, how to start swimming? lol. kinda fun reminiscing abt the past though. suddenly i feel kinda old. :p damn. anyway, swam from abt 10-ish to 12-ish, then i sat on the long chair for a while, hoping to get a tan in the nasty noon sun (without sunblock. fine. i forgot. smartass me.) and im home sunburnt. with a flu. sniff. but it's quite fun to see me red. lol. SO red. hopefully it becomes a tinge of brown. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im hot and red and sneezy and itchy. bad combi, i tell ya. damn. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107156978911058061?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107156978911058061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107156978911058061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107156978911058061' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107138904993062509</id><published>2003-12-14T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T00:07:54.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning, i woke up at 10.30am, which is by far the latest i've woken up so far. *blink* well, that sounded pathetic. but i was really tired. didn't bother to last through liverpool vs southampton last night. *shrug* i saw up to 2-0 then i gave up hope on pool. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last night was thoroughly enjoyable. my parents and my cousin's parents and my granny were out attending i-don't-know-whose wedding, so i went out with my cousin in the evening to watch Love Actually. (it's awesome! tears actually welled up at the part where the chap was at keira knightley's place with the huge cards with messages. sniff.) anyway we bought takeaway at pastamania as dinner for my brother and i and my cousin bought from long john's silver (who knows why lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my cousin and i were back at my place, we had dinner and my brother went to my cousin's place. lol. so we chilled out, sang christmas songs, went nuts, then she went back to bathe, and i went to bathe too so i was alone in the house for a while. wondering what i could do. later on, she messaged me asking if i'd like her for company till our parents' were back. obviously i agreed. :P so she came down, i made her some mocha, and we watched a bit of the match (pool vs southampton), laying back, drinking coffee. oh that was cosy. bloody comfy and nice. =D i'd be glad to do that anytime again, dear! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this morning, i refused to wake up cos i was having this dream. i can't remember whose birthday it was, but i gave that lady a present, then they were all celebrating. then we were all waiting for her while she opened her presents one by one. just before i could watch her open mine, i felt my dad playing with my feet, all about to tickle me before i struggled and woke up. lol. *rolls eyes* so i HAD to go have my bath and all that. when i was done, i found him lying on the bed, having a short nap. *grin* i then started playing with his feet and he took it as a massage. he laughed and said very good. so i continued. then i was about to tickle his feet when i remembered he isn't ticklish. (damn.) but he woke up anyway. :p *meanies* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in the process of uploading the pics we took at sentosa. kinda lazy to blog much about it as yet. but we went to cinemania, insect kingdom, butterfly park, musical fountain, underwater world, dolphin lagoon, siloso beach, and we stayed at shangri-la hotel.. room 501 and 744 which are all right at the corners. 501 is like 1.5 times the size of 744. 501's balcony's like 3 times my bedroom size. and probably 10 times our balcony size. (no kidding. not exaggerating either!) and i LOVE BATHING IN BATHTUBS! :p oops. awesome dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107138904993062509?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107138904993062509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107138904993062509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107138904993062509' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107131835592290176</id><published>2003-12-13T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T04:27:03.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/yourpetmonster/1071188684_fallen.jpg" border="0" alt="damsel in distress"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You've had it rough, and your pain has taken over&lt;br&gt;every aspect of your life.  Socializing doesn't&lt;br&gt;appeal to you because you don't feel&lt;br&gt;comfortable around other people.  You probably&lt;br&gt;fear they might hurt you {either physically or&lt;br&gt;more likely, emotionally}  You'd rather spend&lt;br&gt;your time alone...you feel isolated in the&lt;br&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yourpetmonster/quizzes/What%20Kind%20Of%20Woman%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind Of Woman Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiks. not a good start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107131835592290176?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107131835592290176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107131835592290176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107131835592290176' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107113595306933685</id><published>2003-12-11T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T01:46:57.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will be off to sentosa tomorrow morning. so toodles! be back by saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107113595306933685?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107113595306933685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107113595306933685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113595306933685' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107113183197292272</id><published>2003-12-11T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T00:38:16.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meaningful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a flower&lt;br /&gt;In the smallest garden&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the light&lt;br /&gt;There's a candle&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest corner&lt;br /&gt;Conquering the night&lt;br /&gt;There is amazing strength&lt;br /&gt;And a willing hand&lt;br /&gt;There are victories&lt;br /&gt;That you've never planned&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero&lt;br /&gt;In everybody's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire&lt;br /&gt;Inside of everybody&lt;br /&gt;Burning clear and bright&lt;br /&gt;There's a power&lt;br /&gt;In the faintest heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;That cannot be denied&lt;br /&gt;Go on and trust yourself&lt;br /&gt;You can ride the wind&lt;br /&gt;Your gonna take your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where they've never been&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero&lt;br /&gt;In everybody's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on and trust yourself&lt;br /&gt;You can ride the wind&lt;br /&gt;Your gonna take your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where they've never been&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero&lt;br /&gt;In everybody's heart&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero&lt;br /&gt;In everybody's heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Billy Gilman - There's a Hero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107113183197292272?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107113183197292272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107113183197292272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113183197292272' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107112248158413929</id><published>2003-12-10T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T22:02:26.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i love this layout&lt;/strong&gt;. ('nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was accompanying my granny to this saloon further down in tampines. it's her friend's friends' i guess. apparently, i was so bored that i practically observed everything. i think i probably could be a amateur hairdresser already. *right* they were all old people. the hairdresser's about my mum's age (actually older). customers were all the age of my granny or around there. (my granny's 80+ &lt;and i only knew that 2 years ago LOL i thought she was 70+ yikes&gt;) one lady was 75, and one lady i saw looked like she was turning 90. and im 14. suddenly i feel like a baby. she washed her hair, trimmed it and had it permed. i was there like for the longest time. whilst there, i observed everything around. the posters they had up were a few blonde models, and some hongkong serial actors and actresses. the chairs there were &lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt;. the radio on was 95.8fm (and i was so surprised they mentioned something about their website. i mean, everyone who calls through are called mrs.) *giggle* and the songs they played were none that are familiar. the language spoken there was purely dialects (very minimal usage of mandarin). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i looked down. ooh shoes. *notices* my granny has most expensive-looking shoes amongst them all. *grin* hers look so comfy. the rest were normal &lt;em&gt;auntie&lt;/em&gt; kind, if u know what i mean. :) cool stuff. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i noticed their service is probably better than the average. (kay, hygiene may not be there but service's good) they're very friendly, all their customers seem to be people they know! they chat and chat, make sure everything's fine. the hairdressers often ask if they're doing their hair too hard, does it hurt etc. when they spray something they try to use the other hand to cover the area near their eyes, even if the customer's eyes are already closed. everything's done very neatly and no laziness at all. i bet those adults at normal saloons wouldn't bother much if this tiny part of the hair isn't done or anything. :p (k, now skip everything, i shan't mention their hygiene. it's not very good. 'nuff said. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this visit to a saloon's something for me to open my eyes to. not that i did anything to my hair. but they were very friendly. when i visit a saloon, all i did was go in, did my hair, get out. there. that's boring. (*cough* then again, i wouldn't know what to say to those ladies there. and i dislike their hygiene. *cough* i'll jus note one thing. they drop all their perm hair stuff and combs and all that on the floor and they jus use it on you. *raises eyebrow* now, i need to wash my hair again. lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107112248158413929?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107112248158413929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107112248158413929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107112248158413929' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107111493793705362</id><published>2003-12-10T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T19:56:42.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/yourpetmonster/1061400127_california.jpg" border="0" alt="california"&gt;&lt;br&gt;California is where you should live.  Unless of&lt;br&gt;course you lied on the quiz which would be&lt;br&gt;stupid.  It's crowded as balls there but the&lt;br&gt;weather is perfect, except for the occasional&lt;br&gt;earth quake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yourpetmonster/quizzes/What%20State%20Is%20Perfect%20For%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What State Is Perfect For You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares in amazement* CALIFORNIA!?!? WOWWEEEEE! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107111493793705362?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107111493793705362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107111493793705362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107111493793705362' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107103236634509783</id><published>2003-12-09T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T21:00:29.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. open &lt;a href="http://www.jeremyratnam.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=2793"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;advertising&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jeremyratnam.com/news/200311271200/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho merry christmas. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my granny was making this huge fuss about me washing my hair everytime i bathe. hmm. to all females out there who's reading, how many times do u actually bathe your hair? washing ur hair often's not gona destroy it, is it? *ponders* i feel bloody weird if i don't wash my hair! i'll feel itchy and dry. erm. yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107103236634509783?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107103236634509783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107103236634509783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107103236634509783' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107102834505637427</id><published>2003-12-09T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T19:53:27.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay im bored again. snatched this off shona's. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name four bad habits you have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get moody quite suddenly, i bite my nails, i throw tantrums, i change my mind (esp. bout clothes/bags etc) verrrrry often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name four things yu wished you had.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, you could just take a look at my wishlist. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name four scents you love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this strawberry soap i had from body shop (god i miss that!), erm. that's all i think. im not a scent-freak. i like my house without all smell. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name four people that know you the best.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my cousin, my brother, audrey, elise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name four things that you'd never wear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbie doll's clothes. LOL. erm, those lowcut dresses u see ladies wearing to the grammy's. erm. i don't know. i wear almost everything else. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name four things that you are thinking about now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;erm, wondering how i can help my mum cos she's walking all over the house cleaning it. thinking about how i'm gonna spend my day today. wondering what i should bring for my sentosa trip, and wondering why nobody who i talk to often is online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name four things that yu have done today.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it's 11+ in the morning! erm, bathed, brushed my teeth, made my bed, had breakfast. heh. and if it helps, switched on the comp and coming online. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name the last four things that you bought.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 top from the sale, a bulk of highlighters (getting ready for school haha), bread on monday.. for my family. was told to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name five bands/singers most people dont know you like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. usually i make it known. :p erm i seriously don't know! urban xchange, erm. i don't know.. wang lee hom? (at least i like the song Not Your Average Thug which sounds rather r.kelly-ish)... i can't think!! josh groban and michael bublé. and erm. bon jovi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name five drinks you regularly drink.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hoho. coffee. water. milo. milk. and...ice lemon tea (during school days!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First grade teacher's name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first grade as in primary1 right? mrs chia! goodness. i saw her when i was in upper primary, for a few days. think she became a substitute teacher. she loved me. *grin* she always got me to look after the class even though there were 2 monitors. ahhahaa. and i was always the group leader. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last song you sang?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough* evanescence's my immortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last person you hugged?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i haven't hugged anyone for ages. probably my cousin when she got me clay aiken's cd. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last thing you laughed at?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ha! think that was last night.&lt;br /&gt;cousin: can i slap u?&lt;br /&gt;me: say please?&lt;br /&gt;cousin: *bish* (i bet she's tired of saying please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you said 'I Love You' and meant it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seldom say that. 'less u mean like luvya! those sorta things. then i cant remember when's the last one either. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you cried?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't remember but rather positive it's over some show. think it was uptown girls i guess. afterall that's the last show i watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats in your CD player?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busted's first album...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite physical feature of the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes, smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A random lyric ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody knows that turkey and some mistletoe can help to make the season bright..." ((Chestnuts roasting on an open fire - Nsync))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107102834505637427?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107102834505637427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107102834505637427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107102834505637427' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107097524955857090</id><published>2003-12-09T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T05:08:32.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im bored, so i jus feel like doing this too. friendster again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : annabelle&lt;br /&gt;Time started: 8.56pm&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: 22nd aug (do i get anything for saying this? :p)&lt;br /&gt;Home town: singapore&lt;br /&gt;Sec School: tanjong katong girls school&lt;br /&gt;Pri School: gongshang primary &lt;br /&gt;Poly/Jc: -nil-&lt;br /&gt;Uni: -nil-&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: an elder bro&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~Your Looks~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: black. (no white thank you. fine, there's a few white. hmpfh)&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any piercings: yeap. one on each ear.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear any rings: seldom...but usually if i do, 2. one on thumb and one on ring finger.&lt;br /&gt;What shoes do you wear: school shoes. LOL. and my adidas one. the only one i have. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~Just Lately~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;How are you today: good. laugh-ish. cos my cousin screwed me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;What pants are you wearing: shorts.. i don't wanna describe it. lol&lt;br /&gt;What shirt are you wearing: this tee which says "beach volleyball" hmm i dono where it came from though.&lt;br /&gt;What does your hair look like: rubbish. lol clipped a teeny bit of it up so the fringe doesnt disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to right now: no song. !!! no song?! kay anyway the last was billy gilman's one voice. :)&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate: my dinner. goodness. u sure u want me to describe? erm, rice, chicken, fried fish, this vegey soup that was supposedly good for eyes..&lt;br /&gt;How is the weather right now: pretty cooling.. since it's at night. :p think it rained earlier. lol&lt;br /&gt;The last person you talked to on the phone: on the phone? my granny. she rang me up to ask me to come home early cos i was out. *raises eyebrows* before that's jeremy. asking me some questions that i answered on saturday. bet he couldn't read his handwriting (HAH. i &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to mention that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~More About You~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;If you were a crayon what color would you be? orange? :p&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever almost died: no. lol. perhaps it was when i was sitting on the boat ride at escape. almost died there. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Best advice anyone's given to you: "aiya, no need to study one lah" :p it's a good thing to slack a bit u know? :)&lt;br /&gt;What sport do you hate the most: erm, not sure. rugby? i don't wanna play it, cos i get injured even when playing touch rugby, and to watch it is kinda boring. it's foul everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;How many phones do you have in your house: 3. (excluding 3 handphones)&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own phone line: yea if u count my mobile :)&lt;br /&gt;Animals: erm nope. 'less u count fishes. :p&lt;br /&gt;Place for a dream house: somewhere peaceful, yet convenient to go somewhere noisy. yet cosy. near cafes, where singers go there to jus play a tune. where u can drink coffee while enjoying good music, and it's gotta be smoke-free. erm, near malls, and the house's gotta be reaaaal cosy. *grin* im a cosy person ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sprained/broken/fractured a bone: nope. phew.&lt;br /&gt;Who would you tell your dreams to: my cousin! every single one of 'em. lol. the weirdest too.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the loudest friend: er. i don't know. my cousin, can i include her? :p&lt;br /&gt;Who is the quietest friend: i would say audrey, but on 2nd thought... then i would say mingli, but on 2nd thought again... :p they're all pretty quiet but when audrey's with only me and elise, she's !!!! and mingli's !!! online. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~You and Love~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love: yea i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?: sometimes lol&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend: i have friends of both genders *grin*&lt;br /&gt;Did you send this to your crush: ?&lt;br /&gt;What song do you want played at ur funeral: erm, who knows. i would've thought of my current fave song, but on second thought, it's evanescence. probably not. lol. maybe, just maybe, something from billy gilman.&lt;br /&gt;Lights on/off: on =) off during the day's fine. ha.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like snow, sun, rain: could i choose windy? :) otherwise sun i suppose!&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter: summer i think. haven't experienced winter!&lt;br /&gt;White or chocolate milk: chocolate milk!&lt;br /&gt;Mud or Jell-O wrestling: erm. what's jell-o? i think mud. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;Skiing or boarding: haven't tried either of 'em. probably skiing.&lt;br /&gt;Day or night: night! ;p but maybe day, since i'm only allowed out then.&lt;br /&gt;Cake or pie: cake!&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl: diamond... don't really like pearls....&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or sunrise: sunset. :p &lt;br /&gt;now the time is: 9.10pm. ooh. took about 15 mins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107097524955857090?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107097524955857090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107097524955857090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107097524955857090' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107097174737431835</id><published>2003-12-09T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T04:10:10.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. got this from friendster. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10 Bands You've Seen Live] (u don't mean concerts right?)&lt;br /&gt;1. a1&lt;br /&gt;2. matchbox20 (MAA 2003)&lt;br /&gt;3. blue (MAA)&lt;br /&gt;4. bardot&lt;br /&gt;5. m2m&lt;br /&gt;6. atomic kitten&lt;br /&gt;7. urban xchange (MAA Roadshow)&lt;br /&gt;8. cherry chocolate candy (i saw 'em before they turned cccrush :p)&lt;br /&gt;9. part of linkin park (MAA) lol&lt;br /&gt;10. avril &amp; their band (fine, i ran out of bands lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09 Things You're Looking Forward To]&lt;br /&gt;1. sentosa trip&lt;br /&gt;2. xmas party @ east coast park&lt;br /&gt;3. becoming more mature :p&lt;br /&gt;4. getting out of asia? LOL&lt;br /&gt;5. meeting all the stars i wanna see wahhaha (eg. clay, ashton etc)&lt;br /&gt;6. sending all my xmas cards (heh, im such a nice soul)&lt;br /&gt;7. receiving xmas cards (*grin*)&lt;br /&gt;8. meeting santa!&lt;br /&gt;9. getting my braces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08 Things You Wear Daily]&lt;br /&gt;1. tee shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. pants/shorts&lt;br /&gt;3. ear sticks&lt;br /&gt;4. specs/contact lens&lt;br /&gt;5. hair accessories&lt;br /&gt;6. undergarment (i wanted not to include this but..)&lt;br /&gt;7. nail polish on my toes (during end-of-year holidays)&lt;br /&gt;8. -ahhh i cant think-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07 Things That Annoy You]&lt;br /&gt;1. heelys! *DEFINITELY*&lt;br /&gt;2. bitchy people *roll eyes* u know wad i mean!&lt;br /&gt;3. people who don't reply me when they know it's important. *glare*&lt;br /&gt;4. petty people&lt;br /&gt;5. living with lydia&lt;br /&gt;6. t.A.T.u.&lt;br /&gt;7. my cousin. wahhahahahaha (esp when she says, "can i slap u?" *roll eyes* and i'll ask her to say please. *grin* BUT obviously i don't let her slap me. *DOH*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06 Things You Touch Every Day]&lt;br /&gt;1. my comp keyboard&lt;br /&gt;2. handphone&lt;br /&gt;3. radio&lt;br /&gt;4. bed&lt;br /&gt;5. the chair next to the comp&lt;br /&gt;6. my diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05 Things You Do Every Day]&lt;br /&gt;1. breathe&lt;br /&gt;2. sms&lt;br /&gt;3. go online&lt;br /&gt;4. listen to radio&lt;br /&gt;5. talk crap to my cousin. *roll eyes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04 People You'd Want to Spend More Time or Hang &lt;br /&gt;out With]&lt;br /&gt;1. my cousin. (fine, i spend enuff time with her. (she's gonna slap me again) oh dear)&lt;br /&gt;2. my brother *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;3. my dad&lt;br /&gt;4. my mum&lt;br /&gt;(ahahhaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over]&lt;br /&gt;1. just married&lt;br /&gt;2. mr deeds&lt;br /&gt;3. uptown girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02 Of Your Favorite Songs At This Moment]&lt;br /&gt;1. evanescence - my immortal&lt;br /&gt;2. billy gilman &amp; charlotte church - sleigh ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01 Person You Could Spend the Rest of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;With]&lt;br /&gt;1. *thinks* i don't know man. i think i can live a verrrrry short life if i keep hanging out with my cousin. LOL. so probably not her. (oh no. *ducks* she's warming up! AHHHHH!) er, i haven't got a clue yet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: *cough* note that most stuffs include my cousin cos she's right next to me now. LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107097174737431835?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107097174737431835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107097174737431835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107097174737431835' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107088396407843311</id><published>2003-12-08T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T04:01:08.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061731562_topBritain.jpg" border="0" alt="British"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Britain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Country%20Are%20You%20From%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Country Are You From ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coolcatcatherine/1059512029_shappyeyes.jpg" border="0" alt="Your: Happy eyes! Your cheerfull, bright and always want to try something new. Your inquisitive and quite lovable. You have many friends and will succseed in life."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your: Happy eyes! Your cheerfull, bright and always&lt;br&gt;want to try something new. Your inquisitive and&lt;br&gt;quite lovable. You have many friends and will&lt;br&gt;succseed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coolcatcatherine/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20eyes%20do%20you%20have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of eyes do you have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpost.net/ji/jinsyung4u/half.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At least you still do have Singaporean blood in you...&lt;br&gt;and your quirky habits are very few, which is a good thing=).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xx-blue-xx/quizzes/How%20Singaporean%20Are%20You%3F"&gt;How Singaporean Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;by &lt;a href="http://whispers.lil.to"&gt;xx-blue-xx&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was out with yu pei for a teeny weeny while. met him at the library. as usual. goodness. our meeting place is like forever the library. and he forever can't find the book he wants. *chuckle* well it was fun, and he's mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i had quite a weird dream last night. i was so... vulgar in it. and outspoken. and arrogant. *cringe* i swear it must've been that bitchy encounter. *shudder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107088396407843311?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107088396407843311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107088396407843311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107088396407843311' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107079268329204291</id><published>2003-12-07T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T03:58:23.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was out on a shopping spree earlier. was at the john little's warehouse sale at expo hall4... and it was very crowded. pretty fun cos i was going insane with my cousin, as usual. kinda hyper at first, and got really tired towards the end. and we met this &lt;em&gt;bee-yatch&lt;/em&gt;. my cousin dared me to try on this shirt there. so i jus tried and it was a bit tight. so i started laughing and giggling like i was stuck in there. then this lady (k she wasn't THAT fat but she's kinda fat. at least fatter than me. *smirks happily*) who was across me started going "horrrrrrrr. u have to buy that already!" and her friend started laughing and she thought it was hilarious and she started laughing. and my cousin gave this sarcastic hurhurhur thingy and went, "yeah u gotta buy it." and i jus stared at her and she gave me that &lt;em&gt;what-a-bitch&lt;/em&gt; look. and i jus gave that hurhur. and took it off. and was about to give it back to my cousin for her to put it back and that &lt;strike&gt;lady&lt;/strike&gt; woman went, "no, cannot put back already. s-size u already made it to m-size." then they laughed. oh goody. aunties picking on kids. woweeee thanks, dears. i swear if my mum heard that she'd have punched her or something. *giggle* (go mummy!) what a bitch. and that's how our shopping spree ended. *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i bought 2 tops. *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107079268329204291?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107079268329204291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107079268329204291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107079268329204291' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107076917782459631</id><published>2003-12-06T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T19:53:56.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, i dreamt of &lt;a href="http://www.estherlau.blogspot.com"&gt;Esther&lt;/a&gt; sending me a letter, containing MY letter for the edusave scholarship crap. *sighs* i must've been thinking about it too much. she got it on wednesday and i haven't gotten mine. i don't understand!!!!! if it's the position, i certainly got slightly higher than her. and i've gotten edusave crap before! so it's nothing to do with the family income thingy. damn it. bugger. I WANT MY TWO HUNDRED BUCKS FOR GOD'S SAKE. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, met up with a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.shadow-cast.org/hidden"&gt;p&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://totallyblank.diaryland.com"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeopendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=A924946"&gt;o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chuntsen.blogspot.com"&gt;p&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jayaye.com"&gt;l&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeremyratnam.com"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt; yesterday! (including jeremy's gf lol) anyway, it was fun, and funny. a lot of recalling and a lot of crapping. and we took some pictures. i was in slippers cos there was a lot of drama when i left house. i was late for 15 mins, so i ran out in slippers, only having 2 bucks in my wallet, missed a bus, caught the 2nd one, missed a train, caught the 2nd one. :p -ahem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my clumsy day basically. bumped into many people. 5, for a record in a day. one including a toddler on a baby chair. aiks. excludes almost knocking into someone on the train back, cos i was about to sit when the train moved. *cringe* and i dropped my mobile when i was fumbling upon it. for whatever reason. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after meeting them lot, continued walkin around with daph, mingli, chuntsen and melvin. think i was being a bit whiny and noisy there, but i was simply hyper. god knows why. lol. a lot of really cute stuff were there. small stages for you to go up on, to have a picture taken with the theme of the stage. there were finding nemo, a bug's life, etc. and this odd-looking blue christmas tree. tall and thin. weird. bah. i was one of the early ones to leave anyway. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, my cousin and i started searching for christmas songs lyrics, and we started having our little carolling session in the room. *giggle* it was an awful lot of fun. hopefully manage to go out to expo for some sale they're having with her later on. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i'm UTTERLY broke. i know i said that in the last entry but i'm saying it again. WHO THE HELL goes out to town with 2 bucks in your wallet!?! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: kinda given up hope on blogging about the chalet. but it was an awful lot of fun. 'nuff said. =) thinking back, i'm not gonna miss 'em a lot. afterall my 2 best friends weren't willing to stay the 2nd nite. proves that they're not willing to spend one more night with us lot, and i see 'em online all the time. or at least one of 'em. so, i'm fine with them. and as for the rest, quite a lot of 'em gonna be in my class nxt year. those who stayed over that is. *grin* so i'm pretty fine, thank you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107076917782459631?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107076917782459631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107076917782459631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107076917782459631' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107068611907236582</id><published>2003-12-05T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T20:58:18.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k i've been kinda lazy to blog. :p so it's been 3 days. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a &lt;strong&gt;poor&lt;/strong&gt; family lives on &lt;strong&gt;lucky&lt;/strong&gt; draw vouchers. my dad went for some company dinner yesterday and won a hundred bucks takashimaya voucher! wahaha. guess we gotta use that for christmas shopping and new year shopping at the rate i've been spending for the last couple of days. =p i'm utterly broke. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been awfully bored, though i'm kinda lazy to go anywhere. but glad i'm going out later. *phew*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107068611907236582?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107068611907236582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107068611907236582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107068611907236582' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107045133404334490</id><published>2003-12-03T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T03:36:28.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up realising i'm having a terrible headache, so i went to bathe and went to the kitchen and attempted to help my mum with dinner, but while i was keeping the dishes, i accidentally banged this plate against the door of this cupboard, and it neatly broke into 4 pieces. yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107045133404334490?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107045133404334490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107045133404334490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107045133404334490' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107042923494337312</id><published>2003-12-02T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T21:28:09.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh goodness. i'm back. home sweet home! i'm gonna blog about everything as soon as i'm re-energised. so shagged. yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night everyone. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107042923494337312?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107042923494337312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107042923494337312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107042923494337312' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107026223271409207</id><published>2003-11-30T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T23:04:44.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiight. will blog for once more before i set off for the chalet. think i'd be having a helluva time. hopefully drag my friends to bowl or arcade again. *grin* hopefully i have a wonderful time. bless me, dont let me have bad experiences (*blink* my cousin knows wad i mean). who's gonna look after the doggy!! lol (seige dear, if u read this in time, pls take it up and look after it :p thx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doh. it's like my FIRST time staying over elsewhere apart from my cousin's place. so i'm kinda excited. and worried. but more excited than worried. *grin* anything, you lot can just sms me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna bring my radio with me. *grin* hah. take care. toodles. tata. see ya on wednesday (or later) with blog entries full of adventure hopefully. *grin* take care for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107026223271409207?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107026223271409207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107026223271409207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107026223271409207' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107017382483722672</id><published>2003-11-29T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T22:31:15.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was out with &lt;a href="http://www.audreylim.blogspot.com"&gt;audrey&lt;/a&gt; and elise yesterday. we were supposed to be out on a shopping spree for the upcoming chalet (which is tomorrow, so i'm kinda on semi-hiatus till wednesday or later :P), but we ended up going to the arcade at suntec city. :p but it was fun!!!! i haven't been to an arcade since my lower primary days, and it was at the mini arcade you find at the hotels they have at Sentosa. with my brother. lol. yesterday was a lot of fun. we played this piano thing, then some hitting thingie, then arm-wrestling, driving (gawd this was cool), and this drums thing which i spent 2 bucks on. :P that was real real REAL fun. :p then we just walked about. they mentioned something about me looking like a normal teen who shops all the time. which i found rather amusing since there were some people who told me to get a life and go out with friends, when people found me online all the time. contradicting, you think? some thinks i got a much better life. some thinks i've got no life. :p hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i ended up only buying baking powder. prolly gonna bake muffins tomorrow. hopefully. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was out to buy dinner yesterday, at this coffeeshop nearby. everything was perfect and fine. until i saw this chap who took his fork and picked his teeth. then it's not. he was sitting just across me. gawd. then he got something that was initially stuck between his teeth out and he spit it on the floor. and he left not long later. and i was so utterly disgusted. despite them washing the dishes and all, imagine using a fork that was used to pick their teeth. gawd. and ur using it to eat? eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thankfully i was buying a take-away. nope. no forks needed, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107017382483722672?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107017382483722672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107017382483722672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107017382483722672' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107002871562848825</id><published>2003-11-28T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T06:12:43.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been hearing this &lt;a href="http://www.power98.com.sg"&gt;radio&lt;/a&gt; advertisement i found rather amusing. and kinda like it. :p it's a conversation between this couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife: Honey, all my friends at the party say i'm feeding you &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; well.&lt;br /&gt;husband: She means, OH MY GOD, everyone's laughing at your &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; belly.&lt;br /&gt;wife: Don't worry, honey, it looks &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; adorable on you, actually.&lt;br /&gt;husband: She means, you &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to look adorable, until &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; ballooned!&lt;br /&gt;wife: I think &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; will be gone in good time, honey.&lt;br /&gt;husband: She means, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; better get rid of it or &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;'s gone in good time.&lt;br /&gt;narrator: Read between the lines. Some things are better off &lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt; on men! (some stuff abt this male slimming centre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107002871562848825?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107002871562848825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107002871562848825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107002871562848825' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-107002738114828751</id><published>2003-11-28T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T05:50:28.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridayfive.org"&gt;Friday 5!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like to shop? Why or why not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah u bet. most of the time that is. :p cos it's just fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What was the last thing you purchased?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. i can't remember actually. think it was mrs field's triple chocolate cookie, last saturday, when i was at marina square on my way home. before i fell ill. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! *recalls* i bought a new diary. *grin* and it says "Bad Girl" in front. oh i love it. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you prefer shopping online or at an actual store? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actual store. never trusted online shopping. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Did you get an allowance as a child? How much was it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup. school allowance. primary school, i had erm, i cant remember actually. think it probably was $5 a week. a dollar a day. i don't take lunches at school anyway. :) now it's $20 a week! but no school = no allowance. and i hardly get money when i go out with friends, cos i'd feel bad about it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What was the last thing you regret purchasing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i can't remember! erm erm, i know there're thousands of stuff i regret having in my house cos they occupy an awful lot of it. but the last one, i can't remember. :p probably the black hair-rubberband thingie i bought. cos i lost it anyway. :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-107002738114828751?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107002738114828751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/107002738114828751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107002738114828751' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106993986712712350</id><published>2003-11-27T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T05:31:53.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. i'm finally almost well. apart from the throat. *phew* thanks for all well-wishes. they were really sweet ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was out of the house (finally! was stuck at home since monday!) today! but not for a very nice reason. to buy school books. *sniff* well it was kinda exciting actually. until, the books filled up 3 plastic bags and were bloody heavy. then it's not. thankfully i had my cousin to help me carry *grin seige* (smart me mwahah) a bag. :p they changed the A.Math syllabus! it's now this huge fat book instead of the big and thin book. everything's so heavy and thick. *shudder* im not very sure how i'm gonna cope now! but it sure was great to be able to step out of the house again. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i was attempting to make a new layout, because &lt;a href="http://paperhearted.pitas.com"&gt;dira&lt;/a&gt; made a new layout and i reaaaaaaaally loved it. so kinda got inspired. it's looney tunes based for the new one. but i kinda ran out of ideas for a while. but really proud of it as it is. *grin* shall be up pretty soon! :) i hope. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106993986712712350?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106993986712712350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106993986712712350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106993986712712350' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106981676445321835</id><published>2003-11-25T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T19:23:02.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>egad. suddenly i feel so full of self-sympathy. i was dying for the holidays and now i'm STILL ill. yes, this is probably the longest time i'm ill (apart frm chicken pox) for. it's been 3 days. the fever always seem to come back in the morning, and is gone by the afternoon. i wonder why. my last week of november should've been packed, but i've got to cancel almost everything cos of the icky throat and the on-off fever. i've been missing out so much...and i think my throat's probably tired of coughing. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i manage to get well enough to go buy school books by tomorrow. otherwise i seriously have nothing else better to do. suddenly i'm feeling kinda studious again. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody SAVE me. *growl* i need to get well to go for my class chalet next monday! gotta get well before saturday cos i'm meeting my friends to buy some stuff! ah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, yesterday was my brother's day off. and so we were about to have lunch, so i was called out of bed by my mum. i was still feeling sickly and all that, and my brother blasted meteora. lol. yep thanks. that helped. :P no i mean seriously, think it made me a bit more hyper. lol but unfortunately not helping much. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106981676445321835?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106981676445321835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106981676445321835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106981676445321835' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106976495773848286</id><published>2003-11-25T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T04:56:41.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeks. im losing my voice. im croaking. eeks. ribbit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106976495773848286?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106976495773848286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106976495773848286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106976495773848286' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106974802384149847</id><published>2003-11-25T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T00:14:27.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodness. they're showing Ricky Martin's showcase in singapore on tv now. *cringe* only saw his Jaleo performance, and he disgusts me. all he does is shakes his bon-bon, does some icky dance movements and fling his hair. gawd. fling his hair? his hair kinda remains me of christiano ronaldo's but gawd, at least he doesn't fling his hair like ricky martin's. *shudder* now that was really disgusting. *shudder* and he doesn't interact with the crowd. *thankful i wasn't there* no wonder i heard a coupla people who went to his showcase saying it wasn't that worthwhile. eeek. he FLINGS HIS HAIR! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippee there's sound of music later on. *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106974802384149847?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106974802384149847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106974802384149847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106974802384149847' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106973968959049066</id><published>2003-11-24T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:55:32.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still feeling horrid. was trembling under the covers last night. *shudder* it was baaaad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106973968959049066?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106973968959049066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106973968959049066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106973968959049066' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106968343468212980</id><published>2003-11-24T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T06:17:56.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. i went through one of the worst torments of my life this afternoon. i was having a bad throat infection. the kind where u keep drinking but ur lips remain as dry as ever, your throat feels real dry and bad, even though ur drinking water. i was running a fever, having a bit of flu, a bit of cough, a bit of everything. skipped lunch and wasn't hungry, not even during dinner. didn't finish my dinner, couldn't eat anything. felt like puking. *cringe* and couldn't wash my dishes. end up slamming them onto the sink cos i couldn't grip onto them properly. it was scary. *shudder* was at school in the morning, and reached home about 1 plus, so slept till almost 4, went to see the docs, and reached home at 4plus and slept till 7. *blink* yes i'm a pig. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, feeling a lot better though. thankfully. *phew* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, last night, dreamt of clay for the first time. he was performing at tampines mall. *blink* like tampines mall? i happened to be there with my brother, and it isn't like him to let me stand there. i mean, he'd probably have dragged me away or something. hahaha. but i screamed once when every1 were quiet, so clay saw me. for whatever reason, he noticed me a lot. he sang "invisible"! i can't remember much about it, but i can remember that he kept looking at me and smiling and stuff. hahahaha which is why it's called a DREAM. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106968343468212980?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106968343468212980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106968343468212980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106968343468212980' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106958647804847959</id><published>2003-11-23T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T03:21:58.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. was listening to &lt;a href="http://www.power98.com.sg"&gt;power98&lt;/a&gt; during their last hour of the 98-hour power radiothon, and i heard shareen and sebastian mention something about this chap who donated $1,000 and insisted on remaining annoymous. holy crap. a thousand bucks? oh god. and this sharlene/charlene girl who's 10 i think. she donated 20 bucks. and a coupla kids who went by there to donate their pocketmoney. for a while i was feeling like i was some stingypiggy. i donated 5 bucks and had 10 remaining. maybe i should've donated the 10 and saved the 5. god. a thousand bucks. *blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later on, they were auctioning off their furniture for the last time, and this bloke raised a high amount, and gave them the money and told them to keep the furniture. how heartwarming! bless! goodness. i reaaaally feel stingy now. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful i didn't complain about donating 5 bucks yesterday when i saw this bag i really liked and it was for 13 bucks. so gotta save up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106958647804847959?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106958647804847959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106958647804847959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106958647804847959' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106956034036889196</id><published>2003-11-22T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T20:07:27.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodness. i'm partially going insane. the internet explorer's been hanging like forever. it's like *click* *pause* *hangs* *opens a new window and the whole procedure repeats itself* damn this thing. lol. i've to go to the extent of typing everything elsewhere then pasting it back at blogger later. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday, on our way back from marina square (where i met &lt;a href="http://www.freeopendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=A924946"&gt;melvin&lt;/a&gt;. *blink* there. ur mentioned. lol) my cousin and i were actually talking about people with intellectual disabilities. i'm sorry if they didn't like to be sympathized but i was full of sympathy for 'em. they're like born with these sorta things, and they can't help it. the worst torture is to be born with some disability. you never get to have a taste of life in a so-called "normal" person's way. suddenly yesterday i feel so fortunate. i do know almost every "normal" people are more fortunate than me, but they don't realise that. cos they don't know something i know. but doesnt matter. :) anyway, back to those people with intellectual disabilities. i could imagine the way they feel. like gee. i know i'm like that, but will u stop staring at me? hey it's not my fault i'm like that, can't u just try to take me as a normal kid? yet, they have such simple expectations and are easily contented with simple simple things. yet people like us take &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; for granted. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's &lt;a href="http://www.kylaria.blogspot.com"&gt;lianne&lt;/a&gt;'s bday today. *grin* stayed up last night and rang her a few mins past midnight. :p hopefully i was the first one to wish her happy birthday on her birthday itself. haha. :) happy birthday dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106956034036889196?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106956034036889196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106956034036889196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106956034036889196' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106950716112995690</id><published>2003-11-22T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T05:21:33.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was out with my cousin earlier... at marina square. kinda to give support for the &lt;a href="http://www.power98.com.sg"&gt;power crew&lt;/a&gt;. they've been surviving there on the main stage since wednesday, and they're gonna stay there till sunday. they look awfully tired and denise was sneezing and all. poor them! well, we did donate 5 bucks each and a total of 10 bucks got us a plush. well, awfully broke now. *sniff* but they seemed like they really needed quite a lot more. so... i guess it's for charity anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was rather surprised jeremy could recognise me. considering once he walked past us, and didn't notice us, and he hasn't seen me in contacts either. it was quite funny actually. saw him come down the stage so i said hey and he said hey annabelle! and i was like, "eh? can recognise me ah?" and he went, "eh no no no, who're you?" hahaha. *raise eyebrow* then JA came by yawning. haha. well, asked them how's it so far, and they said it was pretty good and i gave them a surprised look. :P anyway they're planning for an xmas party like last year.. on 21st dec. we'll see how it goes. *grin* shucks though, forgot what my excuse was to go out for the party last year. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a bad shopping day though. wasn't in the mood to try clothes for fun. haha. like i always do. but not today. hmm. just wanted to walk about. so we walked till we were dead tired. :p bought myself a triple chocolate cookie from mrs fields, as usual. yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the dog plushie! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106950716112995690?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106950716112995690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106950716112995690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106950716112995690' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106947225272546630</id><published>2003-11-21T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T19:38:42.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seen &lt;a href="http://jannah.f2o.org/index.php?p=768&amp;more=1#more768"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[You’re supposed to take the description of those born in your birth month, then strike out the characteristics which don’t describe you at all &amp; bold those which applies to you especially]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. &lt;strike&gt;Brave and fearless.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Firm&lt;/strike&gt; and has leadership qualities. &lt;strike&gt;Knows how to console others.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Too generous and egoistic.&lt;/strike&gt; Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. &lt;strong&gt;Angry when provoked.&lt;/strong&gt; Easily jealous. &lt;strong&gt;Observant.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Careful and cautious.&lt;/strike&gt; Thinks quickly. &lt;strong&gt;Independent thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Loves to lead and to be led.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Loves to dream.&lt;/strong&gt; Talented in the arts, music and defense. &lt;strong&gt;Sensitive&lt;/strong&gt; but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. &lt;strong&gt;Learns to relax.&lt;/strong&gt; Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wonders why caring was noted twice*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106947225272546630?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106947225272546630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106947225272546630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106947225272546630' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106947146765315054</id><published>2003-11-21T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T19:25:06.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, i've watched many films, where by the parents meet with some problem. or the family. and when the child asks the parents if they can help, and they tell the child, all she/he has to do is study hard first. i wonder why it never was the case for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106947146765315054?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106947146765315054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106947146765315054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106947146765315054' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106931384126685512</id><published>2003-11-19T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T23:38:42.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is currently my favourite song. i can't get it outta my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillix - Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomorrow just another day&lt;br /&gt;another way to spend my day&lt;br /&gt;all by my self&lt;br /&gt;starin at the tv screen&lt;br /&gt;flipping through my magazine&lt;br /&gt;everything is unclear&lt;br /&gt;i need you hear do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wake up&lt;br /&gt;put on my make up&lt;br /&gt;pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;nobody's home&lt;br /&gt;i need to break out&lt;br /&gt;give me some take out&lt;br /&gt;standin' side the crowd&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scream out loud &lt;br /&gt;i'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;i'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking down this whining road&lt;br /&gt;raining days are all unknown&lt;br /&gt;i have hit the ground &lt;br /&gt;staring up into the sky&lt;br /&gt;countin all the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;my mind is spinning around&lt;br /&gt;i need to breath dooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,i wake up&lt;br /&gt;put on my make up&lt;br /&gt;pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;nobody's home&lt;br /&gt;and i need to break out&lt;br /&gt;give me some take out&lt;br /&gt;standin' side the crowd&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scream out loud &lt;br /&gt;i'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get off from the floor &lt;br /&gt;i just can't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;leave that all behind &lt;br /&gt;just get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah nah nah nah &lt;br /&gt;nah nah nah nah&lt;br /&gt;nah nah nah oohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,i wake up&lt;br /&gt;put on my make up&lt;br /&gt;pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;nobodys home&lt;br /&gt;and i need to break out&lt;br /&gt;give me some take out&lt;br /&gt;standing side the crowd&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scream out loud &lt;br /&gt;i'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;i'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,i wake up&lt;br /&gt;put on my make up&lt;br /&gt;pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;nobodys home&lt;br /&gt;and i need to break out&lt;br /&gt;give me some take out&lt;br /&gt;standing side the crowd&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scream out loud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to break out!!&lt;br /&gt;were ok were alright&lt;br /&gt;were ok we'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow just another day&lt;br /&gt;another way &lt;br /&gt;to spend my day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106931384126685512?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106931384126685512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106931384126685512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931384126685512' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106924923081317235</id><published>2003-11-19T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T05:41:05.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1/12MidNite/1069227890_cturesprep.jpg" border="0" alt="Prep"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Preppie.  Jesus Christ, how much did&lt;br&gt;mommy and daddy pay for your new 'vette?  You&lt;br&gt;little prep-bitch loser, get out of my sight.&lt;br&gt;GET A JOB AND LEARN TO LIVE FOR YOURSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/12MidNite/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20Loser%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of Loser are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106924923081317235?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106924923081317235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106924923081317235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106924923081317235' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106914941576591439</id><published>2003-11-18T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T01:57:29.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. pretty tired now. was out earlier with my mum... -the lucky lady- apparently she won this 2D/1N at Sentosa Shangri-la resort. was kinda annoyed when i realised i forgot to put on my contacts. :s think i'm getting too used to that. lol. anyway, so yay! we're going to sentosa! lol. i can't wait. i'm sooo gonna get a tan when i'm there. so i have no idea what i'm gonna do if it rains while we're there. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got this frm lianne's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Sc0tty/1063070887_resglucose.jpg" border="0" alt="Glucose"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are glucose. People feed off of you. You are&lt;br&gt;sweet, caring, and a source of energy for&lt;br&gt;everyone around you. You can inspire others&lt;br&gt;with your creativity and depth, and you can&lt;br&gt;keep people alive when in times of famine.&lt;br&gt;People love you...or at least the way you&lt;br&gt;taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Sc0tty/quizzes/Which%20Biological%20Molecule%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Biological Molecule Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106914941576591439?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106914941576591439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106914941576591439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106914941576591439' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106897293063489055</id><published>2003-11-16T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T00:56:31.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/What%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wgryph/1054595074_ndoryframe.gif" border="0" alt="You are DORY!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Finding Nemo Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're DORY, the happy fish with mad skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh *jumps* :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106897293063489055?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106897293063489055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106897293063489055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106897293063489055' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106897243944272386</id><published>2003-11-16T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T00:47:50.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay pardon me, i'm blogging like crazy today. sudden loads and loads of things i thought of. yesterday, my aunts and uncles came over. they finally realised my holidays had started. so they started asking for my results and all that. my uncle thought my literature and history marks were bad. b3 and b4 were unsightly to him. yeah sure. his kids are straight A's students. but i'm not, so i'm fine with that grades ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his wife begged to differ. she came into my room and complimented me. she was surprised to know i had an a2 for higher chinese. cos i never had tuition for the entire year. to think about it, i guess she's right. i never had tuition the whole year. i slacked through it and studied a few days before the actual papers. how did i do it? *scratches head* never pondered about that before. i'm not boasting. i'm surprised too. hmm. and last year i had tuition for a short period of time. and i sucked. lol. and i improved much more this year. *phew* bless me for telling my granny i don't want tuition cos i know it's gonna be annoying to fit in tuition time into my schedule. (yes, i was selfish for personal time. moreover, whenever i was home, i used the comp before doing homework. yea i had plenty of time for tuition :P but who cares lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think about it, the top few people either had tuition or had parents that were uni grads or are teachers and all that. or those born gifted kind. those who get straight A's all the time and all that. or those who are the kind who go home, straightaway, they mug. u know what i mean. but me? i don't have tuition. my parents only had up to primary school education. not even the least bit of secondary school education i think. my brother's constantly in camp. otherwise, he'll be home for dinner, watch tv and all and sleeps early. i come home, use the comp, listen to radio while doing work and all that. maybe taking things lightly's the way for me. lol. *grin* maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106897243944272386?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106897243944272386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106897243944272386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106897243944272386' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106897190299869605</id><published>2003-11-16T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T00:38:53.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway, read about people at funerals earlier. and i feel the grief for them. especially those who pass away young. i've never been to a funeral. and i never want to. i don't know how it feels like, cos the only person missing in my family is my 5th uncle, and my paternal granddad, and maternal grandmum. my 5th uncle and paternal granddad was gone before i was out in this world. my maternal grandmum, well i don't remember. i think she was gone when i was only 3 or 4 years old. i don't remember going to any funeral, but i remember my mum crying when she was at home. i wasn't very attached to my grandmum since i was only a few years old. maybe this is being fortunate. maybe it's being immature to think it's fortunate. dear me, i don't think i'm making very much sense here. but well, death is part and parcel of life. yeah sure we hate to admit that. but it's true. well, some call it luck. some call it fate. it's up to you to decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106897190299869605?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106897190299869605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106897190299869605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106897190299869605' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106897135543766775</id><published>2003-11-16T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T00:29:46.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.bol.ucla.edu/~jwo/lj/quiz/a.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I did it in 11&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; seconds.&lt;br&gt;I deserved an A!!&lt;br&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.bol.ucla.edu/~jwo/lj/quiz/dex.html"&gt;How Dexterous Are You? Quiz&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh yay. *blink* eu's got A+ though. *blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went out with my cousin (as usual) yesterday, and caught Uptown Girls. i know it might sound stupid but before the show, i couldn't stop singing Uptown Girl. *blink* it wasn't on purpose. it just got to me! but it was a fab show nonetheless. had a good cry. hadn't had one in ages. (if u ain't interested in the details, go to the paragraph that's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; in italics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's about this girl named Molly (brittany murphy), who was rich and pretty spoilt. and she had this huge birthday party. and her friends invited this guy-who-wants-to-be-a-great-singer, called Neal, and she tried to make him like her and all, but most of the time he was interested in making music. blah blah, anyway, the guy who was sponsoring Molly her apartment, electricity bills and all that crap was a cheat. (her parents had passed away and he's her dad's friend or something) so she had to work. she got into some jobs but didn't make it, and got fired and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she became a nanny for Ray (the little girl) who's bloody rich and thinks-she's-real-mature. she's almost unfeeling. but it's not her fault, cos she was growing up with too little stability. her dad was a vegetable, and soon-to-be dying. her mum's always at clubs and all that. anyway, Ray &amp; Molly's relationship got better slowly. there was a part when Molly wanted to bring Ray to an amusement park and was shocked that she hasn't been to one before. however, when they were there, they realised the amusement park wouldn't be working till a week later. anyway, after much later, molly asked ray to talk to her dad, cos she watched a tv show which mentioned that people usually live 10times longer if people who are dear to them talk to them. and she swore that. but the dad died, and ray asked her mum to fire molly. and molly told her mum off cos her mum acted like she knew ray well but she knew NOTHING about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next thing they knew, Ray went missing, and Molly found her at the amusement park she brought her. they took the teacup ride where they spin and spin and spin (there's a deeper meaning to that. but u'll understand if u watch it), and when the ride stopped, ray was throwing up, and slapped molly twice. no wait, thrice. molly slapped her back once, and ray started punching her in the stomach, till she couldn't take it, and hugged molly and cried. that's probably the first time she cried apart from her baby times. that was damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Neal bought the whole guitar set Molly sold (it's her dad's, and it's worth a lot cos her dad was a big star), and played a tune for her at this ballet performance thingie, which her dad wrote about her, before he died. molly was present cos ray's a ballerina...and molly came out dancing the way molly does (crazily) when listening to songs she call "music". (she doesn't think highly of mozart and most musicals she heard when ray's dancing ballet cos she thinks they're depressing) it was funny at the last part. heartwarming. oh well. that's about the more important parts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to reflect on the show upon myself, it's one of my fave shows now cos some bits are relate-able. the little girl's like an egg. hard shell out there, but once u crack it, u find that inside's real soft. but u've got to know how to crack it, of course. i wouldn't say i'm strong. mentally and physically that is. i try as hard as i can though. especially mentally. if u think i'm strong, well, congrats to me. ;-) i succeeded. but actually, there are many things that can trample over me. it's like the egg shell's partially permeable. but not very easy to crack. think that's about the description i can think of, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that aside, my brother rented Just Married, and i caught it with him last night. 2 brittany murphy shows in a day is enough to list her down as one of my favourite actresses. she's good at the crying type. the crying-but-i'm-gonna-get-consoled-anyway type. but i like her. :) the show's great too. about this 2 who met by accident, love at first sight, got married despite many disapprovals by everyone, but they just agree to it at the end cos they want the couple to be happy. they went on a honeymoon and everything goes reaaaaal wrong. then they went home and couldn't get over life without one another and ashton was sssssooooooooooooo sweet at the end. *sigh* he was real cute in the movie too. *grin* won't tell this show in greater detail cos it's supposed to be a comedy, so u gotta watch it to laugh at it. it's hilarious at bits. especially the cockroach crawling on ashton, when the couple were kissing. lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to reflect on that show, but it was so lovely. like they're both so loved. so perfect. such a perfect couple though they're like very different. then again, WHY IS HE WITH DEMI MOORE? *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was fantastic. had lunch at Chat Masala (this indian restaurant at Upp. East Coast Road). and it was fantastic. we were so amateur. we asked the waitress for recommendations and we were like.. "err...what's that?" after most of the stuffs she recommended. *laughs* the stuff was DEAD SPICY. i think i almost died. kept sipping my Iced Peach Tea &amp; ice water. couldn't take it *shudder* it was darn good though. bloody expensive too. *laughs* 88 bucks for 5 of us. u tell me. but it was darn good. nice experience. the waitresses there were really nice and helpful. and i was bloated! haven't been this full for pretty long. goodness. :p i would recommend that restaurant to anyone who wants to try spicy food. cool stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106897135543766775?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106897135543766775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106897135543766775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106897135543766775' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106886739335127414</id><published>2003-11-14T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T19:37:02.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sec4 senior, who is in triple science+literature elect/ss, was asking me if i wanted her notes. i told her, "yes!! your literature notes especially! everything!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. i feel so helplessly &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106886739335127414?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106886739335127414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106886739335127414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106886739335127414' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106886716171840831</id><published>2003-11-14T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T19:33:11.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just took this personality test which i figured is pretty accurate. they say i'm an inspector. not sure about that. but here's what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dependable. Trustworthy. Practical. Down to earth. Does this sound familiar? You probably don't care for the fancy stuff and the high-wire lifestyle, either. Yes, you are BORING. Ok, that's a bit harsh, but you're a quiet person, and other people don't always see the whole you. There's nothing wrong with that -- who cares what they think? There are more important things in the world anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In group situations, you are often the most important cog. After all, it's your job to make sure that everything gets done right. Sometimes, this means its your job to do it all yourself, but that's another story. You make sure things run smoothly and without you, things would probably go very, very wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attention to details is something often lacking in today's fast-paced world. Remembering birthdays and anniversaries comes easily to you, and the the little things make all the difference. In your family life, you will make an excellent husband or wife, father or mother. Your practical side ensures that the little things are taken care of, and that the house and home is maintained both physically and emotionally. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's from swirve.com (thx &lt;a href="http://www.shadow-cast.org/hidden"&gt;daph&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106886716171840831?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106886716171840831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106886716171840831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106886716171840831' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106880406949371386</id><published>2003-11-14T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T02:01:38.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. was out to meet &lt;a href="http://totallyblank.diaryland.com"&gt;mingli&lt;/a&gt; earlier. on my way there, there was this guy who probably just came out from Singapore General Hospital, with a crutch. and his knee looks like it had stitches and they were just removed. *cringe* reminds me of my dad. he had stitches on his thumb before. goodness. i never dared to look at his thumb when the stitch wasn't removed. *shudder* that fella's knee wasn't a very nice sight, but i found it hard not to stare. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when i reached parkway, it was like i was yawning and all that, alighted the bus, then met her, then started walking, and i saw my higher chinese teacher. i was like er *forces a smile but obviously in shocked state* lol she just smiled back and she looked rather surprised too. goodness. it's been ages. and i wish and wish and wish she'd be my teacher for chinese next year. god no. i don't want the other chinese teacher. she's damn fierce i heard. noooooooooooooo.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106880406949371386?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106880406949371386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106880406949371386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106880406949371386' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106878541563015132</id><published>2003-11-13T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T20:50:43.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear i did try to blog yesterday, but when i wanted to publish it, it said blogger was down for maintenence k? :p anyway, was rather delighted that i've gotten into 3e1 (which is my first choice - triple science + literature elective) *grin* and 7 others from my class are joining me in that class! *grin* really happy about that. :) though my 2 best friends in class are in 3e2 and 3e3 respectively. *sniffle* but we made a pact, so i'm quite fine with it. :) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the previous night, i dreamt i got into my third choice, which i'm pretty fine about, and yesterday morning when i checked the results, only one girl from my class ended up there. *phew* i doubt i'd survive that long there. heh. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta buck up on literature and social studies now. wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i can't believe i bothered to do a "100 things about me". and i'm done with it. but i'll put it up at a later date i think. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106878541563015132?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106878541563015132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106878541563015132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106878541563015132' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106862857636335890</id><published>2003-11-12T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T01:16:42.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yep it's true. i got bored of that layout. so just looked around for a nice one, and put it up for the time-being. bless me for trying hard for that coffee one and ended up putting it only for less than 2 wks. oh well. i really didn't like that one afterall. had to keep customising it. ah well. we'll see when i bother to DO a layout again. *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106862857636335890?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106862857636335890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106862857636335890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106862857636335890' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106862734261335485</id><published>2003-11-12T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T00:56:08.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did i tell u i love friendster? oh i love friendster! there. :p i found sharan and stephanie. gee. i knew them like NEARLY 3 years ago, and we all lost contact (all a1's fault :p) then i just found them like yesterday!!! *jumps for joy* i miss them! goodness. ;p thanks to sharan, who introduced me to this group, a1singapore, i got to know suzi, neti, lianne, dell, xueling, yinghui, stephanie, cheryl (who happens to be mingli's friend. *blink* what a small world lol), errrrrm. amanda, diana (who happens to be my schmate. *blink again*), errrrrr. yeah. that's about it i think!! ooh goodness, i miss u lot! lol. cheers for friendster, yay! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106862734261335485?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106862734261335485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106862734261335485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106862734261335485' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106845391105627545</id><published>2003-11-10T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T00:45:34.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think my grams should get a life of her own and stop bothering mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106845391105627545?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106845391105627545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106845391105627545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106845391105627545' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106843705868574436</id><published>2003-11-09T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T20:04:41.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Too Much Food - Jason Mraz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can say that I'm one curly fry in the box of the regular&lt;br /&gt;Messing with the flavor oh the flavor that you savor&lt;br /&gt;Saving me for last but you better not eat me at all&lt;br /&gt;Living in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and salt&lt;br /&gt;People say that I'm crazy for not moving on to better things &lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm sitting around trash talking with the onion rings&lt;br /&gt;But it's much too soon to leave this easy life&lt;br /&gt;Pass me the spoon. Pass the analytical knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause your about to get cut and get cut down&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the wordplay all about the sound in the tone of my voice&lt;br /&gt;You gotta let me make my choice alone before my food gets cold&lt;br /&gt;Better shut up or get shot down. It s all about the know how all just a matter of taste&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me the way I gotta play. &lt;br /&gt;Too much food on my plate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not I super sized my sights on the surprise in the cereal box&lt;br /&gt;My stomachs smaller than my eyes &lt;br /&gt;so I went to see the doctor and he said "turn your head and then cough" &lt;br /&gt;I didn't listen to what he said instead I couldn't wait to get off&lt;br /&gt;He said I can have this but I cant have that&lt;br /&gt;That I should keep wishing I was living the life of a cat because&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the one whose gonna be missing the feast&lt;br /&gt;Just like you ain't the one who seems to be calming the beast&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now your about to get cut and get cut down&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the wordplay all about the sound in the tone of my voice&lt;br /&gt;You gotta let me make my choice alone before my food gets cold&lt;br /&gt;Better shut up or get shot down. It s all about the know how all just a matter of taste&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me the way I gotta play. Too much food on my plate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well if you are what you eat in my case I'll be sweet so come and get some&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now your about to get cut and get cut down&lt;br /&gt;It s all about the know how all just a matter of taste&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me the way I gotta play. Too much food on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;(Get up and get some)&lt;br /&gt;there's too much food on my plate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin* quite senseless song, but it's nice. and, no points for guessin where he got his inspiration from. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106843705868574436?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106843705868574436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106843705868574436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843705868574436' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106835799249272968</id><published>2003-11-08T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T22:06:54.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. thanks for well-wishes. the headache lasted all the way till last night. had to have panadol for the 2nd time at night and have a rest before it's fully gone. *grin* feeling kinda wacky cos i've got jason mraz's waiting for my rocket to come on my cd player. wahoo! (again, it's not mine. my cousin's cd *grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my bro rented &lt;em&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/em&gt; yesterday and i watched it for the first time! (yes, i'm that pathetic) he made this bet that i was sure to cry in there, but i only got a little teary at the end of it, and that's all. *grin* it was a good show yeah. i loved dory. :p finally understood why my dear &lt;a href="http://www.audreylim.blogspot.com"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt;'s constantly chirping, "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.." haha. i found the way they spoke whale the most hilarious bit. it was close to midnight, and in our living room, u see my brother and I laughing to till i was almost tearing! goodness. :p well, i missed the arsenal match because of that -_-" ah well. but dory rocks! lol my brother lovvveeees the sea turtle, the "cool dudeee", apparently. *blink* well, it's okay. dory's cuter. *innocent smiles* actually i had an inspiration for a layout. yes it's finding nemo. but i'll work on it. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had quite a scary dream last night. i dreamt some people were after me. for money most probably. *shudder* i made some smart moves, and managed to escape, boarded this bus thinking i could go off scott-free, only to find that i was wrong cos this big fellas were boarding it too, so i could only hide behind those benches, whereas they simply sat in the front few seats, the ones facing the back of the bus. when i had really nowhere to go, and there were no1 else on the bus except me and those fellas, there was no way i could alight the bus, suddenly i was awakened by the noise in my house. gawd. PHEW. *heaves a sigh of relief* i &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; don't want that to happen in reality. *nod me* gawd. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. earlier, my granny was finding joy in plaiting my hair. *blink* so i now look like some innocent kid with *angelic flutter* two braided ponytails! *blink* right. don't even attempt to imagine. *roll eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106835799249272968?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106835799249272968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106835799249272968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106835799249272968' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106825460528618087</id><published>2003-11-07T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T17:23:45.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had one awful night. well, at least i had a damn early night. i was having a headache. like something was hitting against my brains and bones and all that in my head. maybe there was gonna be an explosion in there. my brains were gonna split. *shudder* if that wasn't bad enough, i was constantly sneezing. having a blocked nose. flu comin up. gee. it was baaaad. thankfully i had robbie's escapology to keep me company for a bit before i fell asleep. (the robbie cd isn't mine! it's yp's! but i get to listen to it first mwahah=p) anyway. it was a bad night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still some thingies about my head this morning, though the sneezing and all's gone. think i'd have another headache by afternoon. *cringes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106825460528618087?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106825460528618087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106825460528618087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106825460528618087' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106819466423584807</id><published>2003-11-07T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T00:45:10.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FridayFive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What food do you like that most people hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmmm.... brocolli. *grin* i like it. my favourite veg. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What food do you hate that most people love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm let's see. i got tired of lollipops. i don't like candy sticks (those xmas types), basically i now dislike sticky stuff...and i don't like mushrooms, nor bird nest soups. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What famous person, whom many people may find attractive, is most unappealing to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;er... wat's dat fella's name? i really can't remember. though i remember dee and jasmine goin nuts about him. lol. gawd. i can't remember!! he wasn't that famous. always associated him with bosson and christian wunderlich. they all probably came around the same time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What famous person, whom many people may find unappealing, do you find attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it prolly was bosson. *chuckle*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What popular trend baffles you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm. i dono. i think it's probably the wearing of ties, especially when some fans tried to mimick the way avril lavigne was dressing when she came down. *shudder* try imagining walkin about with everyone wearing the same stuff as u. bleargh. that's no difference as compared to when ur in school!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106819466423584807?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106819466423584807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106819466423584807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106819466423584807' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106809606030765017</id><published>2003-11-05T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T21:27:44.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha. i'm really liking this layout. *grin* i took that picture of the coffee when i was making one for myself yesterday. :) inspiration comes by hard. glad i got that. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite was a killer. i was feeling quite hot i think. *shrug* i just was kept wide awake. i slept at half past midnight, and woke up at 3+. so since i was awake, i crept outside of my room, closed my parents' door, go to the living room and switched on the tv, recorded the arsenal match, switched off the tv monitor, opened my parents' door, went back to my room and tried to get to sleep. ah, quite long later, i managed to. however, i found myself lying awake again at 4+. gee. something was wrong with me. but managed to sleep all the way till my alarm woke me up at 8.45 ;) phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. i had too much spare time on hand, apparently. so i went making printscreens of the past layouts i had. :)&lt;br /&gt;v1: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v01.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt; v2: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v02.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt; v3: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v03.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt; v4: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v04.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt;  v6: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v06.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt; v7: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v07.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt; v8: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v08.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt; v11: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v11.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt; v12: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v12.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt; v13: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v13.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt; v14: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v14.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt; v15: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v15.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt; v16: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v16.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt; v17: &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/1003/annz89/v17.jpg" width=120; height=90&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v5 is the eminem one, whattashame the image's no longer available so there's no way i could show u that.&lt;br /&gt;v9 was the surfin' usa one, and i didn't save the stuff for that one, so no images either.&lt;br /&gt;v10's the black and pink stuff. once again, didn't save the stuff. i don't usually save those self-made layouts except this coffee one ;)&lt;br /&gt;my faves are v4 (toes), v7 (innocence), v8 (i miss u), v14 (oh ashton), v15 (are u happy now) and v16 (butterflies). *grin* anything u guys like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106809606030765017?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106809606030765017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106809606030765017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809606030765017' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106803224396230210</id><published>2003-11-05T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T03:37:40.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. finally got this going. will fix it soon. this might look amateur-ish, but hey. this is only my second self-made layout and the first one sucked. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106803224396230210?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106803224396230210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106803224396230210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106803224396230210' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106801774234411482</id><published>2003-11-04T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T23:35:58.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kay. basically all the information about what happened this morning was in the previous entry (the one below)'s comments. lol. i'm quite lazy as it is to copy everything over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was clearing some parts of my room earlier. (get your lottery tickets peeps, a miracle just happened!) i finally finally finally found my kelly clarkson cd sleeve. my gawd. i almost fainted when i deduced that it went missing!! i searched high and low for it but to no avail! thank goodness. it was in my file, the one i always brought to school. PHEW. *heaves a sigh of relief* i'd be even more panicky if i hadn't found it today, cos chances are, they're not in my house. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, planning on making a new layout. yes, finally my own. but i think i might try to search for a host too. not sure if i should get a host actually. hopefully the self-made layout comes out well before any decision's made. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106801774234411482?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106801774234411482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106801774234411482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106801774234411482' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106800521619948364</id><published>2003-11-04T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T20:07:12.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn* still feeling kinda sleepy. slept at 11pm last nite, woke up at 3.30 to catch the Man U vs Rangers match. and when my mum woke up at 5am she almost screwed me *cringes* slept after the match and woke up at 10. gah. *yawn* nice match though. 3-nil to man u, in case u missed it. expected a 3-1. ah well, man u's defence was pretty tight last nite. nice. i'm not gonna stay up for tonight's arsenal's match. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106800521619948364?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106800521619948364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106800521619948364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800521619948364' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106782731622261153</id><published>2003-11-02T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T18:42:09.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watch &lt;a href="http://www.petatv.com/tvpopup/video.asp?video=mym2002"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; at your own risk. it's promoting vegetarianism. but it's horridly terrifying. it shows all sorts of abuse towards animals that provide us with meat, namely turkeys, chickens, pigs, calves, cows etc. i was using both hands to cover my eyes for quite a number of parts. that's how bad it is. it shows how they abuse them, how they torture them, they slid their throats when they're alive, for some animals, they cut off their ears etc. it's BAD. *shudder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106782731622261153?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106782731622261153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106782731622261153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106782731622261153' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106776430073690792</id><published>2003-11-02T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T01:11:53.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've just got the dance frenzy all over again. my friend lent me Save The Last Dance's vcd, and i think i cried twice.. or thrice... but it was a good show. haven't cried in a bit, so it was a rather good cry. *grin* feeling very refreshed now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but turn on JT's Rock Your Body and start dancing to it. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: yesterday's man u vs leeds was gooood. the second half especially. sub-ing ronaldo and keane in together at the same time was a fantastic move. giggs was playing extremely well!!!!!!! extreeeeeeemely well. totally. i knew keane had to be there. whenever he's in, everything just seems to go right. ronaldo's first goal for man u was awesome. ;) pool vs fulham tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106776430073690792?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106776430073690792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106776430073690792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106776430073690792' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106767464161522187</id><published>2003-11-01T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T00:19:01.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm officially insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exams just ended, and i'm worrying about next year. and i'm in such a studious mood. i feel like just settling down to study something. the holidays just started and i'm beginning to feel quite excited about turning secondary3. i can hardly wait for school to start. oh dear. i think i'm having a temperature. lol. somebody call the ambulance please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, quite senseless, and i just wasted a morning, simply by taking an hour ride to school, to go to the general office to return my selection form and my report book, and another hour ride home. *blink* wasting time, yeah. :p anyway my choices as shown..&lt;br /&gt;1st choice: triple science + literature elective&lt;br /&gt;2nd choice: triple science + geography elective&lt;br /&gt;3rd choice: physics + chemistry + literature elective + core geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to one and all who tried to persuade me into one humanity or another. it really helped to settle my final decision, after multiple times of reconsideration. *grin* namely: chingjoo, &lt;a href="http://cow.zhax.net"&gt;kenneth&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://audreylim.blogspot.com"&gt;audrey&lt;/a&gt;, elise, &lt;a href="http://estherlau.blogspot.com"&gt;esther&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://totallyblank.diaryland.com"&gt;mingli&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jxsha.diaryland.com"&gt;jianxuan&lt;/a&gt; (uh, prefer calling u this way)... can't quite remember for now, but i know some people just popped some messages upon seeing my nick on msn about my dilemma. *grin* thanks. and even though most of you told me to choose geography elective as first choice, i've found reasonable excuses, logical enough to put it as the first choice. heh. thanks anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: tkgs_2e6_2003-ers, if you haven't chose any of the above as your options, there ain't gonna be chances of us in same class, but i hope we'd all keep in contact anyway! :) and being excited about goin to sec3 next year doesn't mean that i'm excited about letting go of our 2-year-bond. cheers to y'all. wish y'all the best. :) keep in touch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106767464161522187?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106767464161522187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106767464161522187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106767464161522187' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106759563773736362</id><published>2003-10-31T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T02:20:48.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was quite fun i suppose. we just played cards all the way till our recess break, followed by math lesson *blink* but we had an enjoyable time watching a group go some forfeit. they attempted to murder us with their "baa baa black sheep" lol! then it was operation clean-up, whereby we just clean up our classrooms. so for a while i was wondering.. why isn't there music (like there always is). suddenly i heard a familiar tune. same old brand new you!! kay, this song has a long history. it was the song that made me a power98 listener. and i've been a listener for THREE years. *grin* so my group of friends at the back sitting near me were singing along, (i was too!) and we were scrubbing our tables and chairs. then i made a comment which in turn made my friends laugh. *blink* i said, while they wash cars in the mtv, we wash our chairs. lol. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, been snapping around, trying to get the pics all uploaded, but it'd take time ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah whatever. TKGS 2E6 2003 ROCKS THE WORLD =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106759563773736362?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106759563773736362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106759563773736362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106759563773736362' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106758693439019459</id><published>2003-10-30T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T23:55:44.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. i totally wished we could spend the whole day at school today since it was the last day. yet i wouldn't want the day to end. *sigh* this marks the last day of tkgs 2e6, 2003, officially. i could've cried. i'm gonna miss my friends if i opt for lit elect. cos apparently doesn't seem like anyone's gonna join me. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm pretty satisfied with the results, i s'pose..&lt;br /&gt;eng - b3&lt;br /&gt;higher chinese - a2&lt;br /&gt;maths - a1&lt;br /&gt;science - a1&lt;br /&gt;geog - a2&lt;br /&gt;history - b4 (LOL. no way am i gona take history *nod*)&lt;br /&gt;literature - b3&lt;br /&gt;d&amp;t - a1&lt;br /&gt;home ec - a2 (lol, nope i didn't burn down the kitchen!)&lt;br /&gt;art - a1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 666/990&lt;br /&gt;percentage - 74%&lt;br /&gt;class position - 7/39&lt;br /&gt;level position - 32/353&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bounce* i got 32nd!!!! aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! lolz. so. should i take literature elective or geography elective? dammit i hate to have to choose. i'm like lit a lot. think my future job'd be eng-base... and i enjoy it better. like to study it better. but... i score better in geog, and most of my friends are opting for geog, and my bro's studied geog b4 so he could help me... yet... AAARRGGGHHHH!!!!! *dilemma*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106758693439019459?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106758693439019459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106758693439019459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106758693439019459' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106742081810008699</id><published>2003-10-29T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T01:48:31.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dear classmate's got a blog! whee! it's &lt;a href="http://estherlau.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and she told me she likes the way i write. awwh, bless! *grin* it IS the first time someone's told me that. heh. ;) *satisfied smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh, i thought my class was hilarious today. during math, our teacher HAD to continue with the unfinished syllabus to aid next year's math syllabus, and obviously, we were all rather reluctant to have lessons, especially when it's right after some major exams and we just recovered from the shock (the results). No way did we want to study MATH. *blink* it was funny, cos our teacher asked if we had graph paper, and we were like, "no, we don't. nope no graph paper..." etc. then she gave a snicker and said, "nevermind, i got." then she took out a stack of 'em. and we went, "no, don't waste your graph papers, it's okay..." *grin* but she said that she's always been wasting stuff on us, so it's fine. *growl* then while she passed the papers to us, my friends shouted out, "teacher ah, i didn't bring ruler..", "I don't have pencil!", "my pencil no lead!", "no pen leh, how?" etc. lol! nice try my dears. we had to do it all the same, though. mutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, quite satisfied with my overall average. 73 *grin* didn't expect it to reach over 70. *smiles* then again, highest was 77. it may not seem that far, but considering it's an average over 9 subjects, 4X9 is 36. I was away from 'em by 36 marks! *blink* okay. let's not think about that. heh. :) i'm dying to know my position though. hopefully it maintains the 6th position or improves, though it's seemingly an unrealistic goal now. sigh. *keeps fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: been sketching garfield lately. *grin* quite proud with my first attempt. it's so cute! should try to get it scanned some day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: does everyone have a problem with "whatever."? hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106742081810008699?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106742081810008699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106742081810008699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106742081810008699' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106734110673234521</id><published>2003-10-28T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T03:38:33.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah, i met the nicest cab driver u can meet, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, played badminton with my friends from 11.15 to about 2.30... ;) actually we booked it from 11.30 to 1.30, but no1 came, so we just took the advantage. hell tiring. :p but still enjoyable. then we head on to KFC at eastpoint for lunch. gawd, the stuff i ate, was enough to give my dentist fits! well, thankfully she didn't. perhaps the gargling helped. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had my dental appointment today at 4, and i left eastpoint at 3.30, thinking i'd make it on time. thus, i took the train to tanah merah, took bus 14. hey, i ain't familiar with that bus okay? apparently i took the wrong bus. lol. i took the one towards bedok. so i ended up at bedok interchange. *blink* it was already 4, by then. so i was like, what the crap, so i just went to the main road, hoping a cab would save me. i'm running out of time here! then this cab driver saw me across the road and made a u-turn. then, he was asking me which way i wanted to go, as i was given 2 options. i just told him the fastest way, because i was in a hurry. so he was like, oh? in a hurry? so he stepped on the pedal, and was driving a bit faster, and i told him i'm having a dental appointment, and he was shocked when i said it was at 4, so he drove faster, getting a bit annoyed whenever the car in front was driving slowly. *giggle* then it just wasn't my day i suppose. it felt like there was never-ending traffic lights, and they were all red whenever we were approaching! the fella got a bit irritated too, and was like laughing and telling me, the lights weren't in favour of us. anyway, because i paid $10, for our lunch, (it cost $21! Lol), and was only left with $4, and $50-note, i was rather worried because the meter was ticking away and it was already 3-buck plus, and we weren't very much close yet. when it was there, it was past $4, and i was asking him if he had change, and he just nicely asked how much i had, i told him i only had a 50-buck note and $4, and he was telling me i could just pay him $4, and no worries about it. awwh, have u met a nicer driver?! i was like thanking him throughout, and just smiled and stuff, and told me to take care, and have a nice day and stuffs, when i alighted. goodness. shoot. i should've taken down the cab number!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106734110673234521?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106734110673234521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106734110673234521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106734110673234521' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106726170494817136</id><published>2003-10-27T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T05:35:09.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. today's badminton inter-class was bad. very bad. considering we only won one round out of six, we were so thrashed. totally. i was sooo nervous i was still shaking when my game was over. *shudder* like literally, shaking. *nod* bah. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was watching cinderella yesterday on disney channel, the one with brandy, feels so... ah... i wish i was in a fairy tale. you just meet a guy, sing and dance the whole night long, and live happily ever after. i wish i had a fairy godmother! ah, simple life u're gonna live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. anyway, wheeeeee no school tomorrow. gonna have my last milk tooth extracted. *ahem* no longer a baby! whee =p oops. not supposed to really rejoice bout this, but anyway. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106726170494817136?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106726170494817136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106726170494817136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106726170494817136' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227098.post-106715838416448589</id><published>2003-10-26T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T01:53:08.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;childish for the weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. forgot to mention a part of yesterday's highlights. :p the last part of flag day, i was so tired, i just went to this salesguy and asked him if he could donate, and he told me to hang on, cos he didn't have his wallet with him. then, after he donated, this kid went up to him and asked for a balloon, then i demanded for one too. *laughs* my friend too. it got quite hilarious when we went everywhere with the balloon. (thank goodness that "cute" guy didn't see. how embarrassing.) on the mrt home (from dhoby ghaut to tampines) and the bus ride (from the interchange to my house). out of nowhere, this two girls dressed in obvious full green uniform holding onto a balloon sticking out in the air above their heads. *blink* well, hey i liked balloons and i haven't held one since... lower primary! at the interchange, adults gave us weird stares, kids gave us envious looks. *laughs* felt like a total idiot. but then again, hey, this balloon travelled from orchard, and it's MINE. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: that "cute" guy was just plain nice and quite cute kay. and melvin made this huge thing as though i've fallen for him. gawd, i think many guys are actually cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just now, i went to the library to borrow some books (ooh, i borrowed this fitness book. hopefully it succeeds in keeping me in shape. lol&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* wrong focus. anyway, there was this halloween treats thing, whereby you borrow 4 books, and on the receipt, you'd get a password (mine was "Black cats or bats" (?!)) and you were to recite it to the lady at the service counter and you'd get your treats. *lol* so, curiosity had the better of me, and i found out, the treats were just a couple of sweets. *blink* well, not a bad thing. lol. quite contented with it. heh. and my brother's jealous. *chuckle* he said, "so no need to give me lah? HUH?!" whahaha *rolls on the floor laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, off to watch tv!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5227098-106715838416448589?l=watchit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106715838416448589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5227098/posts/default/106715838416448589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchit.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106715838416448589' title=''/><author><name>sh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
