<?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-21795687</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:52:01.696+08:00</updated><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Atypical school day'/><category term='Typical school day.'/><category term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Shooting--stars</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-5227138617196086547</id><published>2010-07-01T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:38:16.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've migrated elsewhere. If you still wanna read my posts, come ask me for the url. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-5227138617196086547?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5227138617196086547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=5227138617196086547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5227138617196086547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5227138617196086547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#5227138617196086547' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-4275222473372069406</id><published>2010-06-18T13:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:23:19.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;放手　放开所有　彼此更自由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;放手　其实我绝非爱得不够&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;放手　豁出所有　还有这个好友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;已经　已经足够&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;放手　我的牵挂　找不到尽头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;放手　期望你幸福什么都有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;也许　爱很深厚　然而我早看得透&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;放手　至可拥有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;《爱不疚》　林峰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;我想，我真的该放手了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;这样下去，伤害的不止是你跟我，连我们之间的友情也会被伤害。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;不是说好要做永远的朋友吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;所以，我应该放手。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;我会狠下心来，不会再让你动摇我放手的决心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;求你，别再这样折磨我了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-4275222473372069406?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4275222473372069406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=4275222473372069406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4275222473372069406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4275222473372069406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#4275222473372069406' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-1482870771005024829</id><published>2010-05-29T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:52:14.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, the last time I blogged was like 8 days ago. Quite a lot of things happened during these 8 days, but I guess let's just fast forward to thurs onwards. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Before I forget, a short note: I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busted&lt;/span&gt; my sms limit this month, so try not to sms me, call me instead. (: It'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;greatly&lt;/span&gt; appreciated, tyvm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gp paper on thursday was like...-smacks forehead-. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; have studied, I kinda regret it now. I just hope I can get a sub-pass. I'll be happy enough! That essay was total bullshit! I hope the marker wouldn't read it and commit suicide or something. :p Well, after the paper I had to go for chinese oral. Lao shi said I was fine, but I needed to work on my conversational skills. She told me to go practise &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talking to myself&lt;/span&gt;. Like LOL, talking to myself?!?!?!?! I can't believe her larrh! Thereafter I went to lot 1 with esther, min xuan, gina and ruiqi. We ate delifrance! We had quite a lot of fun in there, after I blacklisted people with extreme short-termed memories. :p Then we just walked around. We actually went to the library eh! Hahahaha! I borrowed a few books, and felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolutely delighted&lt;/span&gt; cause I can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; start reading again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was just plain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;. I cultivated my habit of napping during evenings again. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was generally ok-ish. I went for rachel(my 6-year-old niece)'s birthday party. Grabbed the food, and just sat at some corner. After I finished eating I stoned. Sounds boring? Yeah, I know. But seriously, what do you expect a 16+++ girl to do at a 6 year old's party? Run around and scream just like they(the other kids who are about her age) did? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO WAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I've finished reading cecelia ahern's where rainbows end♥♥♥ and PS, I Love You. I know, I know. A little bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; late to start but at least I've finished them now! (: I really really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; reading where rainbows end. :D Rosie and Alex are so cute! At least when they were young. :p I have the urge to run to the library and borrow all of cecelia ahern's books now. Hmmm. Maybe I should. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, until I recall any other interesting things about what I've did for the past 8 days, toodles people! (: Enjoy the june hols. We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; this break. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-1482870771005024829?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1482870771005024829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=1482870771005024829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1482870771005024829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1482870771005024829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#1482870771005024829' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-1767909892778233336</id><published>2010-05-21T00:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:37:36.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atypical school day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look at the time! Yes, I am still online, doing some &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;retarded&lt;/span&gt; gp essay. Actually I think ms eliyah really wldn't help much, we don't really have the foundation to begin with. She's just trying to build stuff on like erm, sand. &lt;strike&gt;Or even air for some people.&lt;/strike&gt; I'm failing next week's gp mye in the first place. At the most retain larrh, I don't care liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some mcq quiz thingy during bio. I swear I didn't study! But my results were still beyond my expectations and well, guess I offended some people. /: But nvm, I laughed all of that away. Vi was &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; funny! I laughed so much my stomach hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pay public homage to Dr Goh Keng Swee on behalf of my sch today, left chem lecture a little less than halfway(HEHEHEHEHE). The parliament house is &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;! It's &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; cool. :D But it's meant to be an solemn event so I couldn't admire the place much. We(the student representatives) just went up in a orderly manner and bowed thrice to him. No offense, but I was quite &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;spooked&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still spooked now, thanks to a certain somebody who sent me a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; gross sms describing...wdv. I don't want to recall anymore. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the chem test after that(I'm &lt;strike&gt;failing&lt;/strike&gt; for sure! :p). And stayed to accompany ruilin until about 6.40/6.50 sth? And went home for dinner(can soup! WTH?!?!) and just did about nth, which is why I'm still awake now. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning people! (: I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; I get to sleep soon. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-1767909892778233336?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1767909892778233336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=1767909892778233336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1767909892778233336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1767909892778233336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#1767909892778233336' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-599637120819468004</id><published>2010-05-19T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:28:36.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's for all members of the 38 club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our club! :D ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You girls are so cool to hang out with, and I really have a lot of fun with you all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's work hard together ok! We can do this! We &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; own A's. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-599637120819468004?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/599637120819468004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=599637120819468004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/599637120819468004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/599637120819468004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#599637120819468004' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-7739525241349203209</id><published>2010-05-19T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:24:05.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typical school day.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here, blogging when I shld be studying for the bio quiz and chem test tmr. :p but wdv larrh, I don't give a damn. Hee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was quite normal today, but Wednesdays are almost always boring. I had 3 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt; of econs today ok. Damn sian lorrh! But I like Mdm Chong, seriously. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was rather...crappy today? But I laughed quite a bit in the beginning. :p Lao shi told us the story about the egg, carrot and coffee beans. I've heard it a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gazillion&lt;/span&gt; times already! /: But, I guess I got to give her effort for trying. All I did during pe was encourage ruilin while she was doing her 5 items. She's seriously damn cute larrh. Hahahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my neon green pullover again! I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love love love love&lt;/span&gt; that pullover! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate was quite slack today, it was just gerald teaching us the 6 theories and giving us some style tips. Reductioadabsurdum. Cheem? :D Hahahaha, I can pronounce it right now! Had some difficulty at first. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner at mos burger with kesmeen after that, we talked quite a bit. No actually, she was the one talking most of the time. :p I've always thought I excel better at listening as compared to speaking. Thanks to her, it struck me that the reason why I'm slacking off again is because I lost my motivation! I shall work hard to find it back! I shall be hardworking again. I shall I shall I shall! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw ben at the bus stop after when I was going home, and I talked to him for a bit. Then I reached home, and facebooked until now. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I better go study. Gosh. I really don't feel like it. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-7739525241349203209?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7739525241349203209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=7739525241349203209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7739525241349203209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7739525241349203209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#7739525241349203209' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-3167956531932702243</id><published>2010-05-18T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:03:38.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick at home again.</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is the second time I'm &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; this month. My awesome immune system, where did you go? I don't fall sick often ok, sigh. It just so happens someone else is sick and absent too, but hey people, don't read too much into it. We were not anywhere &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; to each other on sunday ok, neither would we be today. So have fun in sch, and don't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;waste&lt;/span&gt; your brain cells thinking about lame things. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd the teachers in sch were all quite pms-y. And I was quite sick, wearing my neon green pullover almost everywhere in this heat. I love that pullover♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms ng was being so...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt;, Idk how to describe it. Seeing her face ytd made me feel like stoning. :p Some guy must have done sth to her over the weekend or sth, she picked on the guys ytd, and was quite lenient towards the girls. Hmmm. Strange. Ms wen was so angry ytd, and sadly, I'm one of the causes. ): I feel so bad larrh! Sigh. But I really can't bring myself to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt; that stupid practical. Can someone pls forge my handwriting and do it for me? ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shld sleep, I really shld. I ironed clothes till like 11.30 ytd ok, then spent forever washing up dishes. == I'm so going to employ a helper in the future. Sniff sniff. I shld go to the polyclinic right now, but I don't feel like moving. == I'm going to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;waste&lt;/span&gt; so much of my time waiting. Sigh, but I guess there's no point complaining. Maybe I shld go to the library later. It's been some time since I actually sat down and read a book. I used to do that so often. The only books I'm reading now are textbooks. == Sheesh. I have no life man. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, guess I better go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-3167956531932702243?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3167956531932702243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=3167956531932702243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3167956531932702243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3167956531932702243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#3167956531932702243' title='Sick at home again.'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2589146008901769388</id><published>2010-05-16T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:47:45.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>The weekend at my aunt's house! pictures edition♥</title><content type='html'>[Edit] I better get back to studying dna! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll to the picture right at the bottom and start upwards from there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5_xx9WaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IRJF5YmFNUw/s1600/image593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5_xx9WaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IRJF5YmFNUw/s320/image593.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471796577624218018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the last of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5_cuQV8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mL9bpZWEJJA/s1600/image592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5_cuQV8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mL9bpZWEJJA/s320/image592.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471796571971540930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves a nutty taste in my mouth. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5_JfKtEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UwPymM75SoU/s1600/image591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5_JfKtEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UwPymM75SoU/s320/image591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471796566807983170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakerzin macaron! Idk what's the flavour though. :p Tastes not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5SVpzAoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/T0CfUnxa-dI/s1600/image590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5SVpzAoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/T0CfUnxa-dI/s320/image590.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471795796979679874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe you people can't see that well, but my shorts design got imprinted on the chair, HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5SD5kTvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/91hOhsjj4Dk/s1600/image589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5SD5kTvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/91hOhsjj4Dk/s320/image589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471795792213987058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more cake! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5R70esnI/AAAAAAAAAUw/0QXYaXm8o3g/s1600/image588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5R70esnI/AAAAAAAAAUw/0QXYaXm8o3g/s320/image588.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471795790045164146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5RQgoUII/AAAAAAAAAUo/cqZC06EeCIk/s1600/image587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5RQgoUII/AAAAAAAAAUo/cqZC06EeCIk/s320/image587.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471795778419183746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 1/2 left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5QzEakWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/v2i389f8SSk/s1600/image586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5QzEakWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/v2i389f8SSk/s320/image586.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471795770516214114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same cake, side view. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--4dsrYPtI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ob_qWNoP3dM/s1600/image585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--4dsrYPtI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ob_qWNoP3dM/s320/image585.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794892627263186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakerzin chocolate amer cake. Delish! :DDD Bird's eye view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--4dHvm3PI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gFoss69horA/s1600/image584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--4dHvm3PI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gFoss69horA/s320/image584.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794882712886514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAKERZIN♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--4cthrI9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/SfGwv2UYtKU/s1600/image583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--4cthrI9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/SfGwv2UYtKU/s320/image583.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794875675124690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from the bakerzin menu. I totally agree! Sigh, I'm so going to get &lt;em&gt;fat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--4cf5mNGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PY1b18VXNBw/s1600/image582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--4cf5mNGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PY1b18VXNBw/s320/image582.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794872017368162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks retarded! He told me to take a picture of him u know, then my camera took too long and he cldn't keep his face cute anymore...:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--4b4ZikNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/UcgZecMC7gE/s1600/image581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--4b4ZikNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/UcgZecMC7gE/s320/image581.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794861413929170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full body length picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--23tKIf3I/AAAAAAAAATw/Wp7xzZ9hSWE/s1600/image580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--23tKIf3I/AAAAAAAAATw/Wp7xzZ9hSWE/s320/image580.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471793140409597810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayson playing with his army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--23H_mXeI/AAAAAAAAATo/dwAvYDfaKAM/s1600/image579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--23H_mXeI/AAAAAAAAATo/dwAvYDfaKAM/s320/image579.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471793130433306082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his "soldiers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--22gDHGzI/AAAAAAAAATg/U8f_LSXdxu0/s1600/image578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--22gDHGzI/AAAAAAAAATg/U8f_LSXdxu0/s320/image578.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471793119710616370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayson is going to war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--22V3q4nI/AAAAAAAAATY/B2gH9uHdJh0/s1600/image577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--22V3q4nI/AAAAAAAAATY/B2gH9uHdJh0/s320/image577.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471793116978274930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haagen Dazs belgium chocolate ice-cream! :DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--21_OyMiI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DEftiFENTJc/s1600/image576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--21_OyMiI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DEftiFENTJc/s320/image576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471793110901207586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two monsters, playing their psps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2589146008901769388?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2589146008901769388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2589146008901769388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2589146008901769388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2589146008901769388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#2589146008901769388' title='The weekend at my aunt&apos;s house! pictures edition♥'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/S--5_xx9WaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IRJF5YmFNUw/s72-c/image593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-4409328508459891402</id><published>2010-05-15T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:58:22.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT&lt;/strong&gt; is my problem? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt; can't I sit down and do work properly?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW&lt;/strong&gt; am I supposed to get into medicine if I continue like this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm on the verge of pulling my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have 6 hours of sleep a day(on average). Perhaps even &lt;em&gt;lesser&lt;/em&gt;. Someone asked me how I can survive with so little sleep. Actually, Idk either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; going to sacrifice my sleep for stupid tutorials or practical corrections or wdv crappy hw. &lt;em&gt;I won't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop piling hw on me! Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there people! &lt;strong&gt;We can do this!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you jia you jia you jia you! &lt;em&gt;Not working!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;screw medicine. I doubt I'll get in anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] Unscrew medicine. It's not their fault. Oh, and I didn't get shot. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-4409328508459891402?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4409328508459891402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=4409328508459891402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4409328508459891402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4409328508459891402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4409328508459891402' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-1946270212168732713</id><published>2010-05-15T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T16:51:14.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a saturday.</title><content type='html'>I woke up with &lt;em&gt;severe&lt;/em&gt; calf muscle(is it the hamstring?)cramps this morning. Like &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;, it hurt so bad. If I rmbr correctly, this is the 2nd time this happened. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weile wanted to meet at macs this morning. I woke up, with the stupid muscle cramp and just didn't feel like moving. Cause it seriously hurt like mad. So in the end, I didn't meet them and went to sch on my own. Then we had the panorama thingy, and since they ran out of many tiles, today was quite slack. (: Good thing. :D There was like free chicken cutlets from the western food stall today, but I didn't want to eat that. :p so gina, esther, ruiqi and I went to macs. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, the main point of today's post is-my parents are officially &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Overseas.&lt;/strong&gt; And I have 1 week &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt; with my sister. I'll have to cook my own dinner, iron my own clothes, etc etc. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. Don't tell me I'm spoilt. I admit I'm spoiled to a certain extent. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending the weekend at my aunt's house. It's almost like paradise man. There's wii here, haagen daaz ice-cream here, a big tv here, basically just everything I want. :D I doubt I can get much hw done here, but I'll try anyway. :p I'm going home tmr. Hopefully my cousin wldn't use his iron man figurine and &lt;em&gt;shoot&lt;/em&gt; me with his missiles again. == No weilin, I'm not a minah(or however u spell this). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, guess that's all for now. My cousin is currently sleeping. I'll update again later. Perhaps I wldn't get shot at? :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-1946270212168732713?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1946270212168732713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=1946270212168732713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1946270212168732713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1946270212168732713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#1946270212168732713' title='What a saturday.'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-6607662488487325736</id><published>2010-05-14T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:12:04.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back! :D</title><content type='html'>After about more than a year, I'm finally going to start blogging again. (: Look here debbie! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I AM BLOGGING.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Right right right, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; things happened in this past year or so. I'm in jc now. My L1R5 sucked like crazy, but wdv. I've moved on. Ok, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; not. Just let me rant some more here. Getting back the slip and seeing (almost) all B's is seriously quite saddening. Like damn it, I'm supposed to be a A1 student for bio man! But I knew deep down I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt; that paper up. So, I guess I shldn't be shocked. Bleh, wdv. Just can't get over the bio grade, that's all. So sorry ms ng! ): 我很对不起你。我辜负了你的期望，实在对不起。): Ok, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;officially proclaim&lt;/span&gt; I'm over my L1R5 disappointment. I shall not rake it up anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, I'm in PJC. Oh, you dunno where it is? That's normal, don't worry. It's tucked away in some ulu corner. But at least the environment there is ok. I worried for nth. (: I am getting used to guys, but not yet. Not quite yet. Hey 4M, and all my friends from mg, I hope you girls are doing fine. :D Jia you people! We can make it through this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt; education system. If you desperately need someone to talk to, you can always call me. Or sms me even. I can't guarantee I'll pick up at the first ring, I mean, I do have lessons, but I'll try my best. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how cheena I was in the past. :p But hey, get used to it man. (: This school really values punctuality. I had to go for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;detention&lt;/span&gt; today because I was late, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thrice&lt;/span&gt;. At least I didn't have to do "slave labour". I wonder what was going thru my classmate's mind when he mentioned slave labour. Hmmm. So they made me move some benches and cages along the grand stand. Fine. Then I had to do reflection. O: I wrote so much bullshit the person supervising smiled while he read it. Ok, let me give you an excerpt from my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very nice&lt;/span&gt; reflection: "After all this, I've realised the importance of punctuality. It is a value I should incorporate into my daily life. It would make me a better person. I shall wake up earlier and not be late anymore." You must be thinking, what bullshit. Yes, it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; bullshit. The person was freaking amused. :p Tralalala, I'm in 10S03, my subject combi(like come on, stop asking already!) is BCME. Or rather, for you people who don't understand: H2-Bio(DUH, I want an A for this, damn it! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;), Chem(someone save me!) and math(I know right, the math retard taking H2 math) and H1 econs(I'm going to get 0/20 for today's case study test. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are nice folks. :D &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, at least the ones I've gotten to know.&lt;/span&gt; :p My english standard is going &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;downhill&lt;/span&gt;! Sigh. I'm sorry, Mrs Thomsett. Strangely, I miss her lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, talking about thomsett, it brings to mind my teachers in PJC. I have a young teacher for bio! But she's only going to be here till sept. Like her! But, some classmates of mine(uh-hmmm) just love to find faults with her pronunciation. So be it! Not like you speak perfectly also right. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oops&lt;/span&gt;. :O Oh btw people who still dunno, I'm taking chinese again. Yeah, I'm crazy. I was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;at first&lt;/span&gt;. Then my form teacher(CT, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WDV!&lt;/span&gt;) left and I got stuck with another teacher, and unfortunately, she sucks. Yes, I always like the original lao shis better. You know what I mean, the combined chinese class of 3/4M and 3/4I. Or at least, joan, tham, ze, michy and min. When I sit in chinese class now, I facebook. Or just stone. Lao shi has just decided she would remember my name cause I'm 2nd in class for the ce yan. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WDV!&lt;/span&gt; The school has some free network thingy, since I'm paying for the facilities I might as well fully utilise it right? :p My chem teacher arhh? Don't make me talk abt it. Let's move on. Math teacher? He gets really cute haircuts HAHAHAHAHA! He's good. But he's in the discipline comm, and he loves to pick on students in those merit sport ccas(oh the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;irony&lt;/span&gt;, when he's one of the teachers-in-charge of one of them...). I like him though. I believe he can help me pass math. No, I'm not hinting anything of any sort. I'm not talking about Mr Lee ok. Ooh damn, I miss his lame-ness. ): PRISM BREAK! HAHAHAHA. I'll rmbr tt one forever. :D My econs teacher is nice, she's just quite scary when provoked. :p Oh, I'm sorry ms foo! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm going to get 0 for my case study test. ==&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;way too long&lt;/span&gt;. I shall carry on next time. (: Ciao people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-6607662488487325736?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6607662488487325736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=6607662488487325736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6607662488487325736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6607662488487325736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#6607662488487325736' title='I&apos;m back! :D'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-3748888867139251950</id><published>2009-01-16T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:44:30.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE ARE HAVING A HOLIDAY FOR GOOD O LEVEL RESULTS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend again! Tt means no sch, a lot of hw, and lots of cny goodies to try. l: We had spelling bee today! As I cldn't really spell I cldn't earn much points for my grp. ]: Lalalalala, I'm wondering when my sanity will just not be on the rocks but fly away. xP I have some kind of sudden realisation, how come the rest of the sch gets o level results off day when it's the sec 4s who are working and not them?!?! Nvm, it'll be their turn soon. xP Hai, it's my last last last last yr at mg. P6 didn't really feel like farewell, though I did feel sad and stuff but it didn't feel real. Now, it'll be real, so real. Hai. It'll be my last yr wearing the mg uniform to sch, and my last yr being in an all girls' sch. ]: I'm &lt;em&gt;dreading&lt;/em&gt; going to sch with guys, seriously. I like being in a sch filled with girls, well I hope I adapt fast enough to jc life with guys. But thinking back on how long I took to adjust to sec 1 and 3 life, I doubt I'll adapt quickly. xP So I guess I shall just have to be some anti-social person then. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-3748888867139251950?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3748888867139251950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=3748888867139251950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3748888867139251950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3748888867139251950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3748888867139251950' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-281421614190413531</id><published>2009-01-09T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:04:29.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad the week's over, it's been passing by &lt;em&gt;really slowly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-281421614190413531?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/281421614190413531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=281421614190413531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/281421614190413531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/281421614190413531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#281421614190413531' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-3417319244095191807</id><published>2008-07-13T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:26:03.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalalala, I'm back to post. [: hmmm, new sch term, learning new things, but it's still kinda stressful hah. Just screwed up performance class, got a c. ]: Oh yeah, in case u all still don't know, there's a guitar, string, and handbell concert this sunday! And a choir concert on the 15th of august. Injured my toe during pe last tues, don't really know what's wrong with it, it's still painful! And somehow my nail on tt toe looks weird. /: Bleh, being random all over again! Oh yes, I've relinked all of u folks. [; See, I am random. P: Got to eat my dinner, tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-3417319244095191807?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3417319244095191807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=3417319244095191807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3417319244095191807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3417319244095191807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3417319244095191807' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-1989522150588612153</id><published>2008-04-19T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T15:03:32.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm, guess today's fine until now. [: Theory today was gd? I guess, since I didn't get &lt;em&gt;scolded&lt;/em&gt;, I even got praised with the oh-u're-not-that-&lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;-anymore. xP Just came back frm theory not long only, now using the com, later study! I dowan to &lt;em&gt;fail&lt;/em&gt; my MYA k. Ting didn't come today, guess she has rehearsal. Got performance class coming up eh, uber scared. ]: Cause this time, there's &lt;em&gt;nobody&lt;/em&gt; I know with me. ]: And I'm not tt ready anyway. Blah blah. I'll update again later if anything &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; happens. xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-1989522150588612153?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1989522150588612153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=1989522150588612153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1989522150588612153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1989522150588612153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1989522150588612153' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-406425818590192249</id><published>2008-04-19T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:58:46.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This was supposed to be posted ytd, but wdv. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAIWAN! I'M GOING TO TAIWAN! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-406425818590192249?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/406425818590192249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=406425818590192249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/406425818590192249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/406425818590192249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#406425818590192249' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-847880606116566303</id><published>2008-04-17T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:26:36.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh as usual tuition sucked, but at least piano was ok. xD Seems like the brainless practicing in the mep room for half an hr before I walk over helps. I shld do tt more often. Tuition really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;! Sigh, but I shall not quit, no matter if the people in the tuition &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; me to let's say the other end of the universe. I shall not care, not anymore. They can hate me and despise me for the rest of the yr, I don't care. Sometimes I wonder, how do people find out they have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tumors&lt;/span&gt; in their brains? If it's feeling giddy all of a sudden, the whole world seems to spin, then stops, then maybe maybe I have one in my brain. Though I think maybe I'm imagining rubbish again. [: Wdv, even if I have one, I don't know of it's existence &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;, well at least I think. Bleh bleh, I'm going all paranoid. Ignore the words on the tumor. Tmr's 2.4, I foresee myself &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;. I hope I can just finish it properly. Forget abt the gold, forget abt everything, I shld just run as fast as I can. No matter if I've been thinking a lot, and all those thoughts are weighing me down, I'm still running. I hope it rains, I like rain. Just make sure it isn't acid rain, I'll have holes all over my body! D: Arhh arhh, I'm being lame again. Can't help it, I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; lame. Hmmm, I'm posting rubbish once more. Forgive my ramblings. Forgive me, everybody whom I've injured in the past, yes I mean it, forgive me. Forgive me mich, for making u all emo during chem today, sry I was so insensitive. Forgive me k? That's it. Stop reading, cause I'm not rambling anymore. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I hate u physics. U make my friends upset, u make them cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-847880606116566303?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/847880606116566303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=847880606116566303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/847880606116566303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/847880606116566303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#847880606116566303' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-4842185352635265378</id><published>2008-04-15T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:32:53.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The long awaited update is finally here. Sry u all had to wait SO long. Today was rather fun! xD Firstly the financial literacy workshop thingy started today, and I got &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kicked out&lt;/span&gt; of Pinnacle Town, but I got $10944.47. Heehee. The geog presentation is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; over! xD &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Relieved.&lt;/span&gt; Arhh, most impt point of today's post. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 items test!&lt;/span&gt; Haha. I guess I did rather well...considering I got &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; for all except sit and reach. I got E!!!!!!!!!! T-T WAH! That means if I don't get B for 2.4, I can't get gold!!! I want get gold this yr. :( I'll work hard! But I can't run, my legs are too short. :( I shall say how much I got for each segment, and if u want to kill me, do it when u see me. I know this is like rather ego! :x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBJ: 182cm&lt;br /&gt;Sit and reach: 30cm  T-T&lt;br /&gt;Sit-ups: 32 I think&lt;br /&gt;IPU: 18&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle run: 10.8 secs. Proudest acheivement! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala, shall not go on anymore, need to bathe and eat dinner then go to tuition and suffer again. Well then, goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-4842185352635265378?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4842185352635265378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=4842185352635265378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4842185352635265378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4842185352635265378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4842185352635265378' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-9215221883863966478</id><published>2008-03-10T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:08:27.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah I'm finally blogging, cause I got a new monitor! Woots! It's huge but nvm, I shall not go on abt it. During this season where I didn't want to post, many things happened: heritage tour, x country, etc etc. But nvm, we shall start anew! :d I shld at least post once a month right? Haha. Later must go back to sch for guitar 2-6pm eh! Hai, it's a bit long isn't it? But it's shorter than what I get every tues. Home alone again, my dad decided to go to jb for breakfast(I'm getting so freaking sick of tt place...) and I didn't want to go, cause I scared not in time to come back for guitar and so my sister went, so I have to take bus to sch later(not tt I mind, cause I take bus like almost everywhere...). Ya, then after tt must rush to tuition cause I'll be reaching there like 1 hr late cause it starts at 5. == Go there also no use, what can I do in maybe half an hour? Nvm, I shall try. Oh! Anyone knows the numbers of RAS, WENDY and SARAH MOHAN?!?! I think they're with me for the informal assesment thingy and I NEED THEM TO START CRACKING. So if any of u know their numbers, pls give me asap! Thank you. Oh and my sms is reaching it's limit, so I can't sms anyone till like the 20th of march. Awwwww. ;[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-9215221883863966478?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/9215221883863966478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=9215221883863966478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/9215221883863966478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/9215221883863966478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#9215221883863966478' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-7997873819301094735</id><published>2008-02-20T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:42:39.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalalala, tmr got 2 tests. == Ytd got milo van eh! :D I drank like 3 cups, debra drank 8 I think, or was it 10?! Guitar was quite ok, then rushed for tuition. Eating dinner halfway they suddenly call me say no tuition. == They thought I was the parent, does my voice sound like an adult's?!?! == Hmmm, then came home and did hw, revise etc. Today lessons not too bad, didn't score too badly for chem test, heng arhh. Our class so many failures, mrs lau was like really disappointed. Jia you 3m! Nxt time can do better de. [; The harmonica concert thingy, wonder if all the theory class people wld come, then it'll be like an outing! To a concert. == Oh, happy bday min! Sry I didn't get u a prezzie, I'll buy u one asap k. ]; I wonder how ting wld react when she sees the prezzie I got her. xP Hope she likes it. Piano today was ok, I got to practice more, stuck at all those staccato parts. ;[ Lalalala, better go start researching on deepavali, if not forever cannot finish. Bye people! Have a nice wk(wdv tt's left of it) ahead! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-7997873819301094735?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7997873819301094735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=7997873819301094735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7997873819301094735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7997873819301094735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7997873819301094735' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-6585925365309076979</id><published>2008-02-18T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:57:12.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah! Nvr ever going to do chem experiments with naphthalene(mothballs) ever again! Had severe headache and felt like puking for the whole day because of tt stupid thing. == Today mrs lau briefed us on the informal assessment thingy, and I'm the person-in-charge and also the leader for the ne team thing. Sigh, how am I supposed to do both by 25/27 March?!?! Sheesh, pls 3m, pls help me! If not I think I'll just die n feel guilty if you all get like not gd grades for the informal assessment. x_x Ok, enough complaining for now. :D Whoa, today I received a "love" letter, haha, not really declare love larrh but similar. xP Hey, I'm not as gd as u think I am u bodoh. So don't praise me like as if I'm some uber obedient angel, but thx anyway. :D Urgh, I'm still owing teachers stuff, better pass them all up. == still not very successful at my attempt to stop being lazy hah. Lalalalala, going for a concert with ting, min, debra and maybe the rest of the theory people on 1st march. Wonder how it'll turn out? But I guess it'll be gd, cause ms koh's conducting/playing. Just hope I don't fall asleep. x_x How am I supposed to get to ucc on a saturday?!?! Ack. Went to coffee bean with tham n rachel today(for lunch), n it cost me a bomb! Hai, at least I enjoyed it. I shld pamper myself in a while...xP Oh, tmr's going to be a bz day! I still need to get min's present! But I'm not free! How?!?! I'll think of sth, I hope. x_x Hmmm hmmm, just finished my heymath thingy, 10/15 not bad horrh. xP Lalalalala, bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-6585925365309076979?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6585925365309076979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=6585925365309076979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6585925365309076979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6585925365309076979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6585925365309076979' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2074111174062577075</id><published>2008-02-14T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:02.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmy! This has got to be the greatest vday ever! I feel &lt;strong&gt;REALLY REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; loved today! :D Heehee, got showered with &lt;strong&gt;LOADS&lt;/strong&gt; of presents today! I have nvr felt so loved before. So touched. ]; Thank u, for all ur prezzies! And even if u didn't give me one, thank u for wishing me happy vday/accepting my vday hug! :D Just uber uber happy today! :D Sry I didn't get anyone anything today! Liz, ur prezzie wld be delivered to u personally tmr k? xP  K, now to post pics, to feel proud of all the &lt;3 I received frm all of u! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/R7RNNLyaXpI/AAAAAAAAANE/DDTHySYaSC0/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/R7RNNLyaXpI/AAAAAAAAANE/DDTHySYaSC0/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166839561398673042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, now to thank specific people. :D Thx dora for the sweet time marshmallow! Thx liz for the toblerone! Thx min for the 2 &lt;3 sweets! Thx grace for the lovely daisy! Thx ms ng for the mars! Thx mich tan for the bag of sweets n chocs! Thx debra for the mallow blast! Thx kat for the ferraro! :D Ohmy, I just love all of u to bits, no actually I love everyone to bits. xP Thx for making me feel so loved today. I really really appreciate it. :D I like very happy today eh, very unlike me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/R7RNNbyaXqI/AAAAAAAAANM/DDuOIFrVuB4/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/R7RNNbyaXqI/AAAAAAAAANM/DDuOIFrVuB4/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166839565693640354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute daisy! It's so furry in the center! Ahhhhh grace I LOVE U TOO! :D Ohmy, I really feel loved! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2074111174062577075?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2074111174062577075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2074111174062577075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2074111174062577075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2074111174062577075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2074111174062577075' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/R7RNNLyaXpI/AAAAAAAAANE/DDTHySYaSC0/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2962730334850179052</id><published>2008-02-13T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:47:01.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa, tmr vday eh! Also temp taking. == Anyway, happy valentine's day everyone! I &lt;3 all of u! xD Now on to sch. We had fire drill halfway during math! WOOTS. Mr lee was like going "alpha + beta =" then the alarm went off. Heehee. Tsk tsk, our whole class cheered, and mr lee said he nvr saw a sch so happy abt fire drills before. xP Erhm. Then we sat there, I stoned most of the time, debra and michelle were like poking me frm behind, haha. I bought kty's present already! Yay, so proud of myself. Now to get min's. Hmmm, what shld I get her? Oh yes, the promised eye massager, and maybe a moisturiser?!?! Maybe not. Lalala, missed ss, chinese we started doing zuo wen, it's supposed to be on whether u want to grow up. Ohmy, u know nowadays everytime I write zuo wen I feel so chim, then today keep on writer's block. == Hmmm, nvm I have till fri to pass up. I like suddenly become so smart like tt eh, dunno why. I shall not announce to the world my marks for english compre, chinese kao cha, my 1st zuo wen. Lalalala. Perhaps I really am smart, for all I know. Eh, let's continue with sch. Oh! Before I forget. Happy Bday all of u! It's ren ri today. == lame I know, but it's supposed to be like tt ok. Saw jia reading denise's bk, started reading it too. It's so nice! Going to borrow it frm denise, after jia finishes with it. Ytd tuition so funny, bcause saw these 2 girls dunno the answer I threw a note with the answer at them. Heehee, then they started writing msgs on it and passing it back to me. Haha, I made friends! ;] My whole row all the silent pple, then the rest of the class so noisy, so the teacher said those 3 over there so quiet, I like them all. Haha, I think she liked me frm day one(she praises me almost &lt;em&gt;every lesson&lt;/em&gt;, believe it or not). Lalalala, piano today was ok. Ohmy, I'm taking the september exams, hope it doesn't fall on august again. Hmmmm. Think I gtg, whole pile of hw to do. Goodbye people! Love u all loads and happy bday! ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2962730334850179052?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2962730334850179052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2962730334850179052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2962730334850179052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2962730334850179052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2962730334850179052' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-7266396321034957626</id><published>2008-02-06T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:29:13.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people! Happy cny! [; So, this post is going to be abt today, n ytd i guess. Ytd first: Hmmm, last min ordered 3 flowers for 3 people. Haha, u'll know who u are when u recieve them. ^-^ Lalala, so I still had guitar, still had tuition. At least at tuition ytd I didn't get praised again. xP I know it's like weird when u don't want people to praise u, but trust me, u rather not be praised in tuition with all the people staring at u. My lao shi gave me a hongbao! With a fortune cookie, chocolate coin and sweet inside. ^-^ Tt's abt all, for ytd. Today: Went to sch, sat thru the concert, turned over the whole sch to look for someone n took bus home, slept, missed my stop and had to cross opposite to go home. == Came home, stoned, decorated the house, stoned, waxed my piano, stoned. Slept, stoned, put on a very black black face, n became more awake when I started strumming my guitar out of boredom. Lalalala, received oranges frm tham, must return her on tues. Mrs thomsett also gave us precious moments fortune cookies! Heehee, so happy. The msgs in my fortune cookies are like so weird. xP Hmmmm, maybe I shld visit the library, go borrow like 4 xiao shuos and rmbr chinese ci yus again. Seem to be suffering frm chinese verbal block these days. xP Got to sleep late again, n wake up tmr with a black black face again, go arnd to bai nian, with tt face and stuff myself to death. Hahahaha. I must eat many cashew cookies, kueh bangkit, and love letters this yr. Wahahahaha, must make my sore throat worse. xP Ok, nth much to say liao. Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-7266396321034957626?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7266396321034957626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=7266396321034957626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7266396321034957626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7266396321034957626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7266396321034957626' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-369343555690817821</id><published>2008-02-02T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:11:13.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. ;D Ytd was fun! Ahahahahaha, not sch though. xP Hmmmm, do I look like a S person? I mean the DISC the S. I was like I in sec 1 eh, if u can even believe it. Lalala, I passed up &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; my math ws! Nxt nxt monday no sch![for those who don't know yet(which is rather impossible), due to our uber gd o level results, we're getting a day off sch!] So happy! ;D After sch, supposed to rush home but I took my own sweet time, so got home my aunt was quite angry with me but she nvr scold me larrh. [; Then go imm. Went to ajisan for lunch, didn't order the ramen but instead ordered some salmon set. OMG it was heavenly!!! So nice until cannot describe eh! While I was eating, I kept making those um um sounds, my sister was like: "U look like u haven't eaten in 20 days." == Eee wdv, she's just jealous. It had rice(duhh), cold tofu with sesame sauce, some purple colour appetizer, miso soup, my salmon!!!!!!!!!! and um radish in radish soup with some minced pork on it. Omo, it was just super ok. The radish so uber soft, wonder how long they cooked it for. Ok ok, I shall stop talking abt it, cause I can see pple stop reading this already. xP Ya, I also bought a new set of clothes: pink v-neck(eww the pink, the v-neck not low, i didn't want to try it anyway...) and a brown skirt(i haven't worn skirts in a long time, so I was rather uncomfortable). xP Cldn't find a pair of shoes, cause my feet are &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; and somemore not all shoes fit my feet. My aunty made me try on some cute looking outfit in some shop, it's tt kind of wear shirt then got those black stripped overalls with the shorts. I tell u the shorts uber uber short lorrh, also don't dare wear out leh. Lucky nvr buy. Went for tuition, still did indices. Lalala, must go for theory later and I'm still stuck in my aunt's house with my theory bk at home and the hw inside it undone. Sigh sigh, shld be going home soon, then I can do at least 75% of my hw so not to be scolded. Can nvr predict her mood, so better to be safe larrh. Ok, this is where I shall say goodbye, and change and go home frm ang mo kio. Bye! ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-369343555690817821?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/369343555690817821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=369343555690817821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/369343555690817821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/369343555690817821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#369343555690817821' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-3711237778135631270</id><published>2008-01-31T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:22:09.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my, so much for january. It's like so fast a month over le eh. Hmmm, january has been rather sucky, with all the hw and my embarrassing and stupid accidents, incidents and all the stress. I was particularly stressed today, cause I was uber uber blur cause tuesday sleepy, wed affected, so today also lorrh. Gahhh! At least I'm going shopping tmr with my aunt. ^-^ Hmmmm, well tt's it i guess. So much for trying to liven up my blog. xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-3711237778135631270?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3711237778135631270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=3711237778135631270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3711237778135631270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3711237778135631270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3711237778135631270' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-5580042170451924356</id><published>2008-01-30T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:47:28.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalalalalala. Kinda bored now, so I've decided to do a quiz which is taken frm lizzy's blog, which she took frm sher. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About guys,Turned ON, OFF or DM (Don't matter):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is taller than you: ON, I'm like quite &lt;em&gt;short&lt;/em&gt;, so it's not a high expectation?&lt;br /&gt;Is shorter than you: OFF.&lt;br /&gt;Wears braces: dm&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Preppy: ???&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Ghetto: ???&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Gothic: Er...off?&lt;br /&gt;Has blue eyes: dm, as long as it's not contacts.&lt;br /&gt;Has green eyes: "&lt;br /&gt;Has hazel eyes: "&lt;br /&gt;Has brown eyes: on.&lt;br /&gt;Drinks alcohol: OFF.&lt;br /&gt;Wears glasses: dm&lt;br /&gt;Smokes: OFF.&lt;br /&gt;Plays sports: dm&lt;br /&gt;Smiles a lot: dm&lt;br /&gt;Calls you just to say Hi: dm&lt;br /&gt;Compliments you: on? sometimes bahh, I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; compliments. xP&lt;br /&gt;Likes to talk: dm, but he better not be as quiet as me...&lt;br /&gt;Shy and quiet: "&lt;br /&gt;Good dancer: dm&lt;br /&gt;Wears jewelry: depends on what type bahh, but mostly off.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles when you walk in the room: dm, but preferably on. &lt;br /&gt;Has brown hair: dm&lt;br /&gt;Black hair: on.&lt;br /&gt;Has blonde hair: off.&lt;br /&gt;Has red hair: off.&lt;br /&gt;Makeup: Eh...OFF.&lt;br /&gt;Can make you laugh at any given moment: on. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Loyal: on.&lt;br /&gt;Laid back: Just not too much shld be fine. xP&lt;br /&gt;Plays guitar: dm(but if he can, it's better) xP&lt;br /&gt;Plays piano: "&lt;br /&gt;Plays drums: "&lt;br /&gt;Sing: "&lt;br /&gt;He's buff: ???&lt;br /&gt;Easily jealous: OFF. &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't eat meat: dm&lt;br /&gt;Has a tattoo: off.&lt;br /&gt;Has a lip ring: off.&lt;br /&gt;Tongue ring: off.&lt;br /&gt;Is of a different religion: off.&lt;br /&gt;Puts close friends before you: Hmmm, fine I guess. On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to go do hw n stop using the com. == Till I post again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-5580042170451924356?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5580042170451924356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=5580042170451924356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5580042170451924356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5580042170451924356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5580042170451924356' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-1880924414851767752</id><published>2008-01-28T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T08:55:32.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahahahahahaha. I'm here to post again! Look at the time, I'm in sch! Bio teacher not here, so can go library and post! Sry, going a bit high. Being the &lt;em&gt;genius&lt;/em&gt; tt I am, I did loads of foolish things as usual, shall not name them, too embarrassing. [: Theory was ok eh, last wk. Just felt a little left out tt's all. [: Tt's my new smiley, the mian2 qiang3 wei1 xiao4 smiley. For those who don't understand(x-X), it means &lt;em&gt;forcefully smiling&lt;/em&gt; smiley. ^-^ Hmmmm, been studying for the math test! Hope I can ace it, hehe, then I can use the results to persuade myself tt I'm not tt stupid after all. [: Lalalalalala, been doing a lot of mian qiang wei xiao these few days. Just can't seem to smile so much anymore, guess I'm growing up(&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;). Erhm, right, I don't even know what this whole post is abt. Urgh, leg pain! Guess I'm really growing &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;. I don't think I have progeria(excuse my spelling) right?!?! Don't think so, or I'll have died like last yr or the yr before tt, and I wld be no taller than a 4 yr old. xP I am taller than a 4 yr old. Went for the duck ride on sat, guess it was ok, I just like the part where I cld see all the clouds in the sky, on the spore river. Lalalala, going for the hippo tour n dhl balloon this sat I think, after theory duh. Haha, so much for being one of the &lt;em&gt;free-est&lt;/em&gt; girl in mg(I really think so). Ok, will end my post here. Goodbye people, and have a good day/wk/month/yr till I post again. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-1880924414851767752?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1880924414851767752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=1880924414851767752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1880924414851767752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1880924414851767752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1880924414851767752' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-5675974794864721249</id><published>2008-01-23T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:34:09.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa. Haven't posted in a long time eh, frm the last post is 20 days liao. Sec 3 life isn't fun anymore! ;[ Hw hw hw hw hw all day long. Sigh. This yr got mid-yr, so must revise like a lot. xP Math is still not ez, and I have min helping me. ^-^ I'm still not tt punctual on hw but at least I'm trying ok. My form teacher thinks I'm some responsible guai toot, and she actually made me NE coordinator, wth. Hai. Friday's lunchbox day! But I dunno what to bring eh. Oh oh! Our math teacher scolded us for being too noisy ytd, n a lot of us cld tell he ren hen jiu le. So today we were really quiet, n he said we now quiet like cemetery. Haha. We tried it on our form, then she said it was really creepy so she asked us to be ourselves. Lol. We're like too extreme liao. xP Ok larrh, look at the time. It's time to sleep! This post is to liven up my blog as it is &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt;! So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-5675974794864721249?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5675974794864721249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=5675974794864721249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5675974794864721249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5675974794864721249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5675974794864721249' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2176006470140605781</id><published>2008-01-03T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:48:28.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This greeting is like uber late, but anyway happy new yr people! ^-^ Ok, talk abt sch now. Omg u know how much hw I've got today?!?! It's only the 1st day of formal teaching, gosh if this continues I think I'll really die off this yr ok. The yr's packed enough with obs, sabbaticals, cip, fund-raising, etc etc and if hw is like so much I think the teachers must as well &lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt; me. l; Guess what's my new yr resolution? I just thought of it, heh. It's to go back to being a &lt;em&gt;studious nerd &lt;/em&gt;and a uber &lt;em&gt;guai kia&lt;/em&gt;. Eh, maybe I can't really be as guai as before larrh but at least I'm trying. Somehow knowing myself(this part at least), I probably wld only keep this up for max 3 mths or sth, I AM tt kind of 三分钟热度 person, so my interest in stuff &lt;em&gt;die off&lt;/em&gt; quite soon. &lt;em&gt;i.e. me wanting to learn piano, and me wanting to do housework etc etc.&lt;/em&gt; So, maybe I won't be able to like fufill this resolution of mine for long, but I figured being this guai kia/studious nerd I &lt;em&gt;will/might/never&lt;/em&gt; be, I can like do well for o levels? And maybe my parents will&lt;em&gt;(I hope...)&lt;/em&gt;let me go out with my friends again! I almost typed psle, heh. It's strange, it seems like a while ago I was the senior in pri sch, now I'm like sec 3 and becoming the senior of the sec sch soon too. Maybe when I'm like JC1 I'll say the same thing also, haha. I am in 3m! It's quite a noisy class. xP I am chinese rep, hai. Ok ok, now on to my teachers. [Form: Mrs Lau/Co-form: Mrs Thomsett/Chinese: I dunno her english name, but she is some wang lao shi/EL: Mrs Thomsett/Geog elect: Who else?/Chem: Mrs Lau/Bio: Ms Ng/MEP: eh, same la/A/E Math: Mr Lee/SS: Mrs Raj/PE: finding out tmr...] I dunno what else to type le, I hope tmr won't have much hw. l; O-k then, bye bye. xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2176006470140605781?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2176006470140605781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2176006470140605781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2176006470140605781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2176006470140605781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2176006470140605781' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-7374383827359807743</id><published>2007-12-24T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:03.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/R2-xXRBimYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z-beJBPpOqk/s1600-h/061224_merrychristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/R2-xXRBimYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z-beJBPpOqk/s320/061224_merrychristmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147527912372738434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/R2-xXRBimZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uWItKrXLD14/s1600-h/merry+xmas+cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/R2-xXRBimZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uWItKrXLD14/s320/merry+xmas+cupcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147527912372738450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/R2-xXhBimaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/O09ioIX8rco/s1600-h/snowflake+cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/R2-xXhBimaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/O09ioIX8rco/s320/snowflake+cupcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147527916667705762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, &lt;strong&gt;merry xmas everyone!&lt;/strong&gt; ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-7374383827359807743?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7374383827359807743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=7374383827359807743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7374383827359807743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7374383827359807743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7374383827359807743' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/R2-xXRBimYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z-beJBPpOqk/s72-c/061224_merrychristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2771424295014370562</id><published>2007-12-14T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:25:26.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;3 this song loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.H.E- 你最近还好吗&lt;br /&gt;S.H.E《斗牛.要不要》片尾曲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAoEpnxd-jE&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAoEpnxd-jE&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;挑一张耶诞卡写上满满祝福的话 &lt;br /&gt;地址写的是心底 你能不能收到它 &lt;br /&gt;天有点冷 风有点大 城市宁静而喧哗 &lt;br /&gt;这一个冬天我得一个人走回家 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;问自己习惯了吗 &lt;br /&gt;没有你每到夜裏回声变得好大 &lt;br /&gt;有没有什麽好方法让寂寞更听话 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你最近还好吗 是不是也在思念裏挣扎 &lt;br /&gt;你说会记得我 还记得吗 &lt;br /&gt;你最近还好吗 &lt;br /&gt;忙碌吗累吗 心还会痛吗 &lt;br /&gt;如果真不得已忘了我 &lt;br /&gt;快向快乐出发 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有再多的牵挂都已没有权利表达 &lt;br /&gt;旧情人给的问候比陌生人还尴尬 &lt;br /&gt;昨天远了 明天还长 回忆模糊但巨大 &lt;br /&gt;这样的深夜眼泪要怎样不流下 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;问自己习惯了吗 &lt;br /&gt;没有你每到夜裏回声变得好大 &lt;br /&gt;有没有什麽好方法让寂寞更听话 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你最近还好吗 是不是也在思念裏挣扎 &lt;br /&gt;你说会记得我 还记得吗 &lt;br /&gt;你最近还好吗 &lt;br /&gt;忙碌吗累吗 心还会痛吗 &lt;br /&gt;如果真不得已忘了我 &lt;br /&gt;快向快乐出发 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你最近还好吗 是不是也在思念裏挣扎 &lt;br /&gt;你说会记得我 还记得吗 &lt;br /&gt;你最近还好吗 &lt;br /&gt;忙碌吗累吗 心还会痛吗 &lt;br /&gt;如果真不得已忘了我 &lt;br /&gt;快向快乐出发&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2771424295014370562?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2771424295014370562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2771424295014370562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2771424295014370562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2771424295014370562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2771424295014370562' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-6493478977276842165</id><published>2007-12-14T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T19:58:11.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai, I'm sick of this, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sick. Why the hell must I always bring my sister around for her tuition?!?! Ytd I had to specially take mrt with her to tuition then go back ok, today must walk her to the mrt station. Why the hell must I do this?!?! Because I'm her older sister? Hai. I'm really sick lorrh. Is it because I'm 2 yrs older than her means I have to do this? Then can anyone tell me, why the hell am I &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; going other places &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;? If I was a guy, and then since I'm always bringing her here and there and stuff, I can pass off as her hu hua shi zhe le. Hai. If this is all an older sister's responsibility, then I rather not be one, really. I'm sick of giving in to her, always having to do this kind of thing, tolerating her stupid temper, watch her not get scolded for being rude while I always do, watching her able to go out with her friends while I can't. Why the hell do I deserve this kind of treatment? My dad sees me as some investment that he pumps loads of money in and it would give him nth in return, that I'm forever the person who spoils the com(hey, I'm not ok), the naughtiest daughter he has(who's naughtier?!?!). I'm sick ok, really sick. And they always claim they don't like one of us more than the other. HAH, like real. It's damn obvious ok, they like her more. Nobody would prefer an idiot older daughter who wastes money and uses a lot of her parents money to one who is smarter and knows how to talk better and doesn't just shut up about her life. I'm sick, really. Can anyone understand? T-T I'm forever the one getting scolded ok, not her, not the younger cousins. IT'S ALWAYS ME. Even teaching her hw is my responsibility, what? She's so smart already, does she even need me? She says getting my old stuff is bad enough, tell me what's worse, this kind of treatment or getting my old books. My aunt favours her, and scolds me for not being as smart now. WTH? You know how much hell she gave me abt that? I cried for an hr ok, without her seeing. At least I have another aunt who likes me more. I hate this, really, but I can't change anything abt it. Hai. Sry abt this, I really need to vent this freaking anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-6493478977276842165?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6493478977276842165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=6493478977276842165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6493478977276842165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6493478977276842165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6493478977276842165' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-9100021517804704000</id><published>2007-12-07T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T18:37:40.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah, the holidays are so &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;. I feel like going back to school eh. I'm having &lt;strong&gt;2 hr&lt;/strong&gt; piano lessons nxt wk, &lt;strong&gt;twice&lt;/strong&gt; a wk eh. Gosh I'm so going to &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt;. Regarding the choir concert performance, mr choo and esther all say very good orhh! ;] Haha, ting and sum said I was &lt;em&gt;pouting&lt;/em&gt; thru out the performance, but am I expected to smile?!?! &lt;em&gt;Wdv&lt;/em&gt;. We made a lot of noise though, think the choir teacher was quite unhappy over that. But anyway, we did a great job. xP Gah, got so much theory hw, &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt; le. Tmr need to go for my cousin's school carnival. Hope it's fun, or I'll be wasting one whole day. But I think it shld be larrh, shld give my fav cousin some support. ;] Been spending my days this wk at my aunt's house, don't have tt many injuries this time, guess rayson's beginning to like me. xP Can't really surf the net here though, only sometimes. I dunno how to do theory!!! &lt;em&gt;Arhh&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!! I need help! ;[ Oh ya, I cut my hair btw people, got a frinch now, but my hair's in a mess. The hairdresser dunno cut until like what, so I'm going to get it fixed. I'll be getting back my short short hair again. == Hai, why must I always have that toot hairstyle?! ;[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-9100021517804704000?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/9100021517804704000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=9100021517804704000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/9100021517804704000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/9100021517804704000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#9100021517804704000' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-8071003714451877258</id><published>2007-11-29T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:47:58.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sry abt the super emo post yesterday. x-X I'm still not very happy today though. xP But i'm not emo today. I had guitar exam today! Had to go to sac(it's at bedok! wth), I woke up at 7.30?!?! Wth. Went out at 8.45, and boarded the super CROWDED(I HATE crowded buses, especially when it's 67)184. Wah,then after the ngee ann bus stop the bus suddenly so empty. == Then I went to clementi to take mrt arhh. From clementi to bedok is 19 stops. I didn't know it'll only take me like 1 hr to reach bedok, so I went out so early. I stood for the whole 19 stops. T-T The mrt was freaking crowded also. I reached bedok at 9.45! I was supposed to report to sac at 11, but I had to take a bus there first, but since i was so early i went to the hawker centre and eat breakfast. [; eat liao buy one cup of soya bean(it cost $1!!! T-T), some more it was hot de eh, I tell her cold one. == Walked to the bus interchange, saw my bus pass me. == Waited and loitered around for 10 over mins, then took the bus. Reached sac at 10.55. Went in for exam soon after, and the steward person keep on ask ask ask weird questions. == Screwed up! Haha, so maybe I'll &lt;em&gt;fail&lt;/em&gt;. The &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; in all of my teacher's students to &lt;em&gt;fail&lt;/em&gt; an exam. Sounds cool? xP THe examiner asked me whether I wanted to be called Fion, Lim or Jinyi, lol. Duh fion larrh. Lim?!?! Lol. Refused sherie's offer for a ride to buy lunch for my sister, ran after the bus, got on and my sister smsed me to say she doesn't need lunch anymore. WTH. But anyway, I bought sth frm the hawker centre again, took mrt back to clementi, then realised the thing I bought can be found in clementi. == Oh ya, everybody were like looking at me where ever i went, guess it's cause I was carrying a guitar. All the other people were fetched(duh) so none of them saw any other mgs girl in mgs uniform with a guitar. Ya, guess that's why. Rah, bored now. Dowan talk liao, bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-8071003714451877258?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8071003714451877258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=8071003714451877258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/8071003714451877258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/8071003714451877258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8071003714451877258' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-3554981096089153449</id><published>2007-11-28T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:14:46.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>今天突然很想post, 而且使用我最喜欢的语言之一。外面下着雨，天空灰蒙蒙的，其实，我今天心情不好。刚刚跟某位朋友去kap，回来想着她对我说的话，开始反省。想着想着，忽然觉得我活着的这14年来，好像毫无意义，被浪费掉了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上小学的时候，我剪掉留了满久的长头发，变成蘑菇头。不是自愿的，是被逼的，妈咪说她没时间帮我绑头发。糊里糊涂地进了小学，得了一个很奇怪的外号，过着算是满孤独的一年，没什么朋友，只有3个吧。我到现在还怀疑，我是不是有轻微的自闭症，还是就是太害羞。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二年级那年，我被欺负，如果那算是欺负吧。好朋友被人抢走，从此一个人。那年我学会了一个很重要的东西，就是朋友也有她们自己的朋友，她们不属于你一个人。学会了那一点，从此以后，如果朋友因为要跟别的朋友吃饭而抛下我，我除了觉得有一点难过，也不再介意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小三那一年，认识了会成为我最好的朋友之一的许婷玉，也有了很多新朋友。虽然不怎么熟，但她们对我也算是满友善的。那一年的生日，在学校度过。同学们得知了，要求老师让她们在回家之前，为我唱一首生日歌。那时，我觉得好害羞，也很开心。我还开始玩neopets。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小四，跟已成为好朋友的婷玉再次同班，也和许多3.3的同学同班。糊里糊涂地过完被老师排斥的那一年，去了露营，然后得知我进了EM1。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小五，数学一落千丈，婷玉也多了一位好朋友，而她却很恨我。那一年，发现自己的华文竟然那么好，考试还全班第二，还跟lina打成平手。过完恨透美琪的一年，发现得和她同班，当时很懊恼。我们却在某位朋友的生日会，为了一件很蠢的小事，从此变成好朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小六了，婷玉在最好的班，我和美琪变得比较亲。那一年我每当心情不好，吃面时会加5汤池的辣椒油，辣死自己。我也认识了ah sum，她在变成我好朋友的几年后，告诉我其实她当时恨我，因为我让别人欺负我。糊里糊涂考完psle，被陈小姐威胁，如果不回mg，她会杀了我。做了一件残忍的事，也第一次看到社会的现实。那一年，我被老师骂到哭了出来，也从此决定不会再在同学面前流泪。Farewell party那一天，还是哭得双眼红肿，甚至还泪流满面地到处安慰别人。决定回mg，也作了一个令我很后悔的决定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee，还是不要写了。这个post好像超emo的，读了也有点恶心。我干吗一直讲小学啊？可能是怀旧吧，总之，我现在心情不好。xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-3554981096089153449?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3554981096089153449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=3554981096089153449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3554981096089153449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3554981096089153449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#3554981096089153449' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-6636490479616063290</id><published>2007-11-22T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:10:49.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; posting again. Today's post would be abt my future class. Which is 3M'08. Sounds like the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; class hah. xP Half of that class is from 2h'07!!! Yay! xD Oh ya, in case you all still don't know, the class lists are out. Go lead&gt;shared workspace and you will see a folder with the name "2008_Sec_3_Class_Lists" go into it and download the adobe document. If you don't have the programme at home, pls tell me so I can help you check. xD And so, if I'm not wrong, my future classroom is the first nearest the canteen, and it's a big classroom with only 29 people in it. xD Yay to the space! Oh well, that's abt all for now. Oh, the list of 2h'07 people in 3m'08(in register order and excluding me): lydia, rachel, eunice, hannah, jade, jaslyn, min, laura, ze, jia, louise, sandra, debra and hui yu. I guess that's abt all then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-6636490479616063290?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6636490479616063290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=6636490479616063290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6636490479616063290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6636490479616063290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6636490479616063290' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2041052465612995629</id><published>2007-10-26T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:19:49.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt really blue today, dunno why. Thought the last day of school was supposed to be a happy day, but instead i was sad, tired, sian and really really blue. Oh well, all good things come to an end, this yr is almost over. All the best everyone for nxt yr! I got to say sth. &lt;strong&gt;I will miss you all 2h!&lt;/strong&gt; T-T Thanks dora and jia for your notes, and the rest of you for your &lt;em&gt;hugs&lt;/em&gt;. ^-^ Going to copy joy, and write stuff abt all of you 2h-ers. xP Though I can't change the colour, but anyway. And even though i know not many would read this, i still want to write it. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abigail-hey. [; thx for mugging stuff with me before the eoys. appreciate it! learn to speak louder k? and be less shy. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agnes-you arhh! be less &lt;em&gt;blur&lt;/em&gt; larrh! oopsie, have nth else to say...x-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia-haha, one of the "self-proclaimed" princesses of our class. xP thx for talking to me when nobody does, and don't let other people say you're a bimbo! Study hard and &lt;strong&gt;prove&lt;/strong&gt; to them you're not! [; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abby-don't you &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; quit guitar! or i'll &lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt; you. thx for letting me go recess with you, haha. really appreciate it. ^-^ work hard k? be a smart woman and "found" a school! Then it can really be cheo drive. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl-you arhh! don't always pinch my cheeks can? jia you! thx for always being there when i want to talk, and kai dao-ing me. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah-it was fun having you in my class for 2 yrs. [; good luck and god bless for nxt yr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel-thx for always being so patient, and for being the mep rap. [; don't always let huiyu bully you! stand up for yourself. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dora-thx for that note! i'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; innocent and cute ok. xP hope you get well soon, god bless. thx for coming to me when you're down, feel really honoured. and thx for being our chair! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chang-thx for being such a good artist/designer and guiding me in art related stuff. and for the jokes. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho-hmmm. we aren't really close hah? but nvm, thx for being in my class! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice-hey! thx for bringing fun to my sec 2 yr, and loads of laughter too. ^-^ thx for being that one before me, and talking to me. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace-so sad you quit guitar! But nvm, take care ok, work hard. thx for scolding me sometimes, when i get on your nerves. thx for letting me in the jelly club! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah-haha, thx for just being there sometimes, and hitting my back and stuff. xP wish you all the best for nxt yr k? [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jade-thx for being a bit mad sometimes, and asking me if i wanted to sit there today. hmmm, work hard ok? [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaslyn-haha, thx for being a bit &lt;em&gt;sot&lt;/em&gt; at times too. and for bullying cheryl sometimes, and talking your lonely old ah ma. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen-thx for just being in my class! though i don't talk to you much. xP all the best no matter are you going to uwc or not. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel-even though you are no longer here, you are still part of 2h'07! thx for laughing abt sandra with me sometimes, and disturbing her with me. xP wish you well in everything you do! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;min-hey. thx for just being there, and for being in theory. thx for listening to my rambling sometimes, and for all the times you saved me. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura-thx for just talking to me sometimes! and getting stuck in math with me. don't always look so glum ok? [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe-thx for being in 2h! and for being the pe monitress, i know it's not easy. and being high most of the time. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebekah-thx for just being in 2h! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ze-thx for being my classmate for 2 yrs. all the best for nxt yr! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia-thx for being my friend, and for everything. thx for the note too, i feel really honoured. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lulu-thx for being my mum for a period of time, and for just being there. [; all the best for nxt yr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li yun-thx for being in my class! and for being in tuition. take care ok? and don't always treat jia ying like that larrh. all the best too! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nana-thx for being so nice, and for being in 2h. thank you! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayee-thx for protecting me from cheryl sometimes! and for those fashion tips you gave me, and those times when you just listened. [; i'll miss you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ma-thx for being there! thx for being a great president, and for talking to me when not many people do, and hugging me today, and for smsing me after the math paper! I was so touched you know? [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherie-thx for talking to me and for being a part of 2h! thank you! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quek-thx for being the person who always makes classes funny! and for your humour! be less gross sometimes ok? x-X and continue to support taiwan dramas, jiro and fahrenheit! jia you! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sans-thx for being the "princess", my daughter and for your um blurness and slowness sometimes. and for laughing out loud all the time. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debra-thx for helping me in theory most of the time! and for being there. i really appreciate it! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao ting-though we aren't close, but thx for being so smart! and it's enough just having you around. [; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiyu-thx for being that august baby! and for being my classmate for 2 yrs. be careful a bit larrh! don't always sprain this, break that. jia you jia you! all the best! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bi-thx for being so nice when i sat nxt to you. and for just being a 2h-er! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm done. thx everybody! [;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2041052465612995629?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2041052465612995629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2041052465612995629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2041052465612995629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2041052465612995629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2041052465612995629' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-369183915496789981</id><published>2007-10-24T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:32:55.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Today was a &lt;em&gt;rather&lt;/em&gt; horrible day. Got back my report book, my parents are going to kill me ok. The comments got never pass up work again, like that they sure send me to the counseller. == Those who bother to rmbr when i said it, you know. My average only 64.91%?!?! Sigh, I knew I was never smart. xP Got like 6 Bs, 2 Cs and 1 A, but it was a A2. == Guess my CAs &lt;em&gt;suck&lt;/em&gt; hah? &lt;strong&gt;PULL&lt;/strong&gt; down my marks. Ok, forget abt the freaking report book. The social etiquette thing was fun I guess, the coach was fun. I got that elgin guy btw. He's funny, oh ya! I looked horrible I guess, my jeans were like oversized. Eee, heck. The meal was like the same one at shatec, if you even went for it last yr. Cream of mushroom soup, chicken and strawberry cake. == but shatec had honeydew. xP Although the food there were done by students and my chicken was HARD. The marriot hotel super cool, did you see their toilet?!?! The sink was &lt;strong&gt;so cool&lt;/strong&gt;. Their drinks are sprayed, and the butter is squeezed out from the thing you squeeze cream from. &lt;strong&gt;So cool!&lt;/strong&gt; After that, followed ze, rachel, sum and huiyu back to mg. I'm happy for sum! ^-^ Went for piano, it sucked. I dunno whether my brain was like malfunctioning or sth, I couldn't even do dotted rhythm. == Have a feeling my teacher like gave up on me liao. Sigh. Then after that I went to the fairprice extra, to meet my aunt and sister. == Mind you, this is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; the aunt which likes me a lot and buys me stuff, but the one who likes to force me to eat things I hate and scolded me for dunno how long abt results, and me saying how good I was in primary school(I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; considered very smart liao, compared to my cousins and my sister). == You know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; my sister was wearing?!?! A purple shirt over OUR SCHOOL PINAFORE. WTH?!?! Either she's too stupid or she just thinks people wouldn't know. I wonder how many people seen my sister and have a bad impression of us now. Like if you know my sister, she isn't exactly &lt;strong&gt;sane&lt;/strong&gt;. WDV, I don't care. Then I just came home, and started reading the xiao shuo I read like twice before liao. It's still nice, though the element of suprise is gone. Right. That's all. Lame, bad day. Report book day. x-X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-369183915496789981?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/369183915496789981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=369183915496789981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/369183915496789981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/369183915496789981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#369183915496789981' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2575274470553538879</id><published>2007-10-21T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T14:00:37.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalala. Currently at my aunt's house. Yesterday was a rather horrible day I guess. During theory, ms koh suddenly found all those pages where wasn't marked, and then she started marking them and scolding me like mad. Then somemore say me in front of the whole class abt the jump grade thing. Like WTH?!?! It wasn't even my idea, wo xin zhi du ming I can't jump ok, it's my parents' idea, then scold me for it for what?!?! Sigh. Fine, theory over. Walked to the bus stop, missed two buses, then boarded 74 to go to my aunt's house. Had maggi mee for lunch, went to orchard road at around 4 plus 5? Go there by the mrt duhh. Kind of walked around, and took neoprints with my sister, raynard(they spoil the neos only x-X), rayson and my aunt. Don't have a scanner, so I can't put it up here. Then I went to the marche at hereen, or rather it became vilage for dinner. Became like maid like that, had to keep on ordering food and drinks for raynard and my sister. == and take care of rayson(which isn't a chore). xP Then I had to eat raynard's leftover wedges. But I got myself a crepe with custard inside and a scoop of swiss chocolate ice-cream on top! ^-^ But I only ate abt 7/8 of it, cause if I ate anymore I'll start puking. Then while walking to the mrt to go back, I saw um alexandra wong i think. She started waving, I dunno whether to me but most likely larrh. But I didn't do anything eh. Cause I don't even know her? xP that was really weird lorrh, but anyway. My sister got a new phone(sony ericsson w850i) and baby blue braces. Eww. Oh wdv, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2575274470553538879?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2575274470553538879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2575274470553538879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2575274470553538879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2575274470553538879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2575274470553538879' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-3431336971641362409</id><published>2007-10-19T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T20:52:50.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got into 8 subject. Like &lt;strong&gt;duh&lt;/strong&gt;, I knew I wouldn't make it to 9 subject. If I could, everyone would. ^-^ Ok, so, I &lt;em&gt;failed&lt;/em&gt; history by a &lt;strong&gt;freaking 1 mark&lt;/strong&gt;. 13 out of 35 of 2H qualified for 9 subject. &lt;strong&gt;WELL DONE!&lt;/strong&gt; Even though compared to M and E it's not exactly good, but it's &lt;strong&gt;REALLY VERY GOOD LE!&lt;/strong&gt; Jia you for nxt yr ok? &lt;em&gt;It's going to be tough.&lt;/em&gt; I've decided to take bio, and half geog. Should I take A math? Maybe, but my math is so &lt;em&gt;lan&lt;/em&gt;. Anyone who wants to object, feel free to tag. But please, don't spam? xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-3431336971641362409?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3431336971641362409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=3431336971641362409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3431336971641362409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3431336971641362409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3431336971641362409' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2070319688377361609</id><published>2007-10-09T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:36:15.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I'm &lt;strong&gt;screwed&lt;/strong&gt;. Know why? I &lt;em&gt;messed up&lt;/em&gt; my unseen poetry, like really. Was it &lt;strong&gt;supposed&lt;/strong&gt; to be a grandfather clock?!?! Now that I think abt it, seems like it, but I didn't put it in my answer!!! Arhh!!! Almost died just now, my throat was so &lt;strong&gt;blocked&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;em&gt;phelgm&lt;/em&gt;, I was spending my time trying to clear it, yet I didn't dare make noise cause later &lt;strong&gt;disturb&lt;/strong&gt; my classmates. So I was practically &lt;strong&gt;choking&lt;/strong&gt; on my &lt;em&gt;phelgm&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, then my nose was blocked too, so I didn't dare blow my nose either. So I had to struggle thru 1hr and 40mins of that. And I felt really &lt;strong&gt;sleepy&lt;/strong&gt; during the paper, guess that's cause I woke up at 9.30 yesterday? &lt;strong&gt;I'm screwed, REALLY screwed.&lt;/strong&gt; But at least it's &lt;strong&gt;chinese&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. ^-^ Need not study, hehe. Just hope my ears won't be &lt;em&gt;blocked&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow, or later listening cannot get full marks. Ok, I know this post is getting a bit too far, so bye bye. &lt;strong&gt;Good luck and all the best for chinese tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2070319688377361609?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2070319688377361609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2070319688377361609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2070319688377361609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2070319688377361609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2070319688377361609' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2905888469168846463</id><published>2007-10-08T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:37:10.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. As you all &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; have noticed, I didn't come to school today. At home now, finished my breakfast, ate my medicine, listening to the music from &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;'s blog. Now, the reason why I didn't come today is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; as my mother believes that I'm scared of the freaking math paper and I don't want to do it that's why I'm ponning school. &lt;strong&gt;WRONG!&lt;/strong&gt; I can't even talk now ok, I 90% lost my voice. And my stupid throat was so freaking pain when I woke up at 6.30. So, with that kind of pain I doubt I can even &lt;strong&gt;concentrate&lt;/strong&gt; so I just went back to sleep lorrh. Slept at 10.30pm yesterday, woke up at 9.30am today. Haha, first time I sleep for &lt;strong&gt;11 hours&lt;/strong&gt; on a school day, and the first time I had a filling breakfast on a school day too. Sigh, I'm sure you all are doing the 2nd math paper now. &lt;strong&gt;All the best!&lt;/strong&gt; Though it's a little &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; late. Ok, I'm going to study lit now, but just because I'm at home doesn't mean that I can score better, cause as &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; knows, &lt;strong&gt;I, Fion Lim Jinyi, am not a very bright girl.&lt;/strong&gt; Bet I &lt;em&gt;messed&lt;/em&gt; up my grammar somewhere in this post, but &lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;. Bleh, I rather be in school now ok, and &lt;em&gt;fail that freak paper&lt;/em&gt; then have &lt;strong&gt;no voice&lt;/strong&gt;. Sigh. Hope no one else falls sick. Ok, gtg study lit. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2905888469168846463?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2905888469168846463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2905888469168846463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2905888469168846463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2905888469168846463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2905888469168846463' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-353874889842776366</id><published>2007-10-07T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:16:02.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIGH. I'm down with er flu, sore throat and cough i guess. I sound like shit now, like some guy. == yeah, so I got a mc for tomorrow, but I'll see if I'm mentally fit enough tomorrow morning. AND how can my mum think that I'm getting a mc so that I can &lt;em&gt;pon&lt;/em&gt; the stupid math paper? Sigh. I really don't feel like going to school, but as there's an exam tomorrow, I might. Then you people better &lt;strong&gt;stay away&lt;/strong&gt; from me cause later I spread to you all. I don't want that to happen, that's one of the reasons I don't want to go to school. BUT, will they use the 40% to change into 100%? Or let me take the exam later? Cause my mum is really worried about this, and I dunno the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros of &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; taking the math paper.&lt;br /&gt;-I can rest properly at home&lt;br /&gt;-I can study for lit properly&lt;br /&gt;-I can don't use my brain much&lt;br /&gt;-I can recover faster&lt;br /&gt;-I wouldn't fail math if they use the 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons of going to school and &lt;strong&gt;TAKING&lt;/strong&gt; the freak math paper&lt;br /&gt;-if I fail it, I'll fail my overall&lt;br /&gt;-I wouldn't be able to concentrate cause &lt;strong&gt;I'm sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wouldn't be able to think clearly&lt;em&gt;(which results in me failing...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I &lt;strong&gt;would&lt;/strong&gt;/might spread my flu, cough and sore throat to all of you&lt;br /&gt;-my medicine makes me drowsy, so I might fall asleep halfway and pass up a half blank paper&lt;em&gt;(which I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; fail.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should I go to school a not? x-X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-353874889842776366?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/353874889842776366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=353874889842776366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/353874889842776366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/353874889842776366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#353874889842776366' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-11286363961706624</id><published>2007-10-03T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:31:30.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleh. I think I might have to stay back a yr. Geog was so freaking hard, mep also. Sigh. Chinese and english compo was ok i guess. Cancelled piano today, then teacher don't want to replace for me cause she say she won't tolerate this anymore. SIGH. The HE girls get to go home at 10, i only can go home at 1.30. Shit larrh. Hope I won't have to stay back one yr, or i think i really can die. 7 days to freedom, lunch at kap and piano lesson. ==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-11286363961706624?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/11286363961706624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=11286363961706624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/11286363961706624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/11286363961706624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#11286363961706624' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-8347432033940330018</id><published>2007-09-28T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:05.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee! My 90th post. Here today to post the pics i took on the photo booth on the imac com in school. IT'S SO COOL! ^-^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzD1zr9jsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9iOgCOtc9is/s1600-h/1,2,3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzD1zr9jsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9iOgCOtc9is/s320/1,2,3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115178605961121474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the 2, jia did the 1 and grace did the 3. We used the mirror effect, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzD1zr9jtI/AAAAAAAAALA/lII6CWFb6MM/s1600-h/Abby+and+me,+imac+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzD1zr9jtI/AAAAAAAAALA/lII6CWFb6MM/s320/Abby+and+me,+imac+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115178605961121490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this last week, with abby. Oni looks like shit. ^~^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzD2Dr9juI/AAAAAAAAALI/UplAncNuUF8/s1600-h/abby,+grace,+jia+and+oni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzD2Dr9juI/AAAAAAAAALI/UplAncNuUF8/s320/abby,+grace,+jia+and+oni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115178610256088802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE. I'm sure you can't identify who is who. Jia, abby, grace, a bit of esther and oni were in this picture. Is my grammar correct? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzD2Dr9jvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CkPdH3E-v84/s1600-h/fion+and+fion%27s+twin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzD2Dr9jvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CkPdH3E-v84/s320/fion+and+fion%27s+twin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115178610256088818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool? Mirror effect again. Oni looks kind of conjoined. Hey look everyone! Oni got a twin! == that was so lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzFJjr9jwI/AAAAAAAAALY/rMx7un191d4/s1600-h/grace,+jia+and+oni%27s+fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzFJjr9jwI/AAAAAAAAALY/rMx7un191d4/s320/grace,+jia+and+oni%27s+fingers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115180044775165698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia's, grace's and my fingers. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzFJjr9jxI/AAAAAAAAALg/b5frzj8yjzA/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzFJjr9jxI/AAAAAAAAALg/b5frzj8yjzA/s320/hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115180044775165714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top: Grace's hand, jia's then mine. We only used one hand btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzFJzr9jyI/AAAAAAAAALo/NZHjsTUmwwQ/s1600-h/Jia+and+Abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzFJzr9jyI/AAAAAAAAALo/NZHjsTUmwwQ/s320/Jia+and+Abby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115180049070133026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia and Abby! Comic book heroes! HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzFJzr9jzI/AAAAAAAAALw/MGnigPgUklk/s1600-h/Jia+and+jia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzFJzr9jzI/AAAAAAAAALw/MGnigPgUklk/s320/Jia+and+jia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115180049070133042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Jia Jia and Hui Hui. Both of them are twins. The names were chosen by jia. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzGJDr9j0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/lC6nNWxZ-60/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzGJDr9j0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/lC6nNWxZ-60/s320/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115181135696858946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xP Oni always looks awful in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzGJTr9j1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/1jteH5S7D28/s1600-h/MyPicture_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzGJTr9j1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/1jteH5S7D28/s320/MyPicture_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115181139991826258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Jia's pen! Oni's head almost got into the twirl, haha, that's why her face looks extremely fat. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzGJTr9j2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xb8Fy_APkD4/s1600-h/oni+and+jia,+negative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzGJTr9j2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xb8Fy_APkD4/s320/oni+and+jia,+negative.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115181139991826274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Oni and Jia. Guess who is who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzGJjr9j3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/okd7-xB2gZk/s1600-h/oni+the+mighty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzGJjr9j3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/okd7-xB2gZk/s320/oni+the+mighty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115181144286793586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH. Oni looks so freaking fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzGJjr9j4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/VnO8MjFDlgg/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzGJjr9j4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/VnO8MjFDlgg/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115181144286793602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! Jia and oni, with jia's geog notes, grace's fingers and a very weird looking oni. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done. Loads of pictures here, haha. 14 in all. xP BYE! I'm going to study for the whole day tomorrow, so DON'T DISTURB ME! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-8347432033940330018?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8347432033940330018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=8347432033940330018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/8347432033940330018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/8347432033940330018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8347432033940330018' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvzD1zr9jsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9iOgCOtc9is/s72-c/1,2,3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2297689689504557406</id><published>2007-09-27T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:32:59.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took the &lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S YOUR INNER AGE?&lt;/strong&gt; quiz yesterday. Guess what? &lt;strong&gt;My inner age is 21!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Very old eh, haha. BIG difference from my real age. AND GUESS WHAT WAS MY SISTER'S???? &lt;strong&gt;7!!!&lt;/strong&gt;OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2297689689504557406?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2297689689504557406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2297689689504557406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2297689689504557406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2297689689504557406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2297689689504557406' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2716505508319898307</id><published>2007-09-25T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:46:23.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lame quizes again. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Favorite Color Blue Says About You:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional --- Affected --- Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful --- Tranquil --- Connected&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual --- Experimental --- Deep&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Favorite Color Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner colour is blue also eh! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Pegasus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/pegasus.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a perfectionist, with an eye for beauty.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to live a good life - and you rarely deviate from your good taste.&lt;br /&gt;While you aren't outgoing, you have excellent social skills.&lt;br /&gt;People both admire you -  and feel very comfortable around you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o-O Pegasus, cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An Introvert!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertedgirlorintrovertedgirlquiz/introvert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not necessarily anti-social, but you do tend to need a lot of alone time.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to think before you talk, which doesn't make you the loudest person in the room.&lt;br /&gt;While you aren't outgoing, you are a good listener - and you tend to be a loyal friend.&lt;br /&gt;And you enjoy your friends as much as any extrovert does, in smaller doses.&lt;br /&gt;You're more of a conversation over dinner type than a party animal... and so are all your friends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertedgirlorintrovertedgirlquiz/"&gt;Are You An Extroverted or Introverted Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, if it said i was an extrovert then I think all the quizes there are fake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2716505508319898307?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2716505508319898307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2716505508319898307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2716505508319898307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2716505508319898307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2716505508319898307' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-4689652582925998012</id><published>2007-09-24T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:06.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was reading thru my previous posts yesterday, and discovered that they are really lame. == Had quite an unlucky weekend I would say, now arhh 遍体鳞伤. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for theory as usual, did quite a lot of my hw eh, quite proud of myself. ^-^ Ms Koh was in a good mood I guess, she didn't scold us eh! But practical results came, and then she was i think in a way suaning me during lesson. T-T Wah. Took 74 to amk hub after that and bought a nice cute dog phushie for lynn, walked to my aunt's house, had blisters, so i was limping. I ate lunch, then decided to go downstairs with my aunt, cousins and my sister to watch them swim. I was kinda bored, so I took this picture. AND I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT LIZ AND SUM SAID ABT THAT PHOTO. THEY SAID IT LOOKED LIKE A MAN WAS STANDING UNDER THE TREE KISSING SOME SHORT SHORT GIRL OR THE TREE. LIKE WTH?!?! Firstly, I would like to say that I was the only person in the picture, and i WASN'T kissing the tree or some guy. Ok, here's the pic. Btw, if you want to tag and say it really looks like some guy is kissing a girl or the tree then please don't tag, or I'll just kill you. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvdvEzr9jqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0m7HgZPSQqs/s1600-h/me,+under+the+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvdvEzr9jqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0m7HgZPSQqs/s320/me,+under+the+tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113678030287244962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so after that I went to sit next to the pool and some boy jumped in right in front of me, so YA. I GOT WET. == Then I went cycling with my cousin's cousin, and almost crashed into him twice. == When it was abt time to cut the cake, my sister asked my grandma to tie up her hair, she looked like a dog. Even she said so, so here's the picture of my sister looking like a dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvdwQDr9jrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ynet_DpKhRA/s1600-h/gladys+looking+like+a+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvdwQDr9jrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ynet_DpKhRA/s320/gladys+looking+like+a+dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113679323072401074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, she damn lame sia. ==&lt;br /&gt;Then I was tired, so i went to sleep on raynard's bed, lynn was on it, so i just shared the bed with her larrh. I know it sounds wrong larrh ok, but just take it literally. I woke up, and I looked into the mirror, and there was this red red patch on my forehead. It still hurts ok. I was playing with Gene, play play play then I tripped over Rayson, Gene landed on the sofa, and my chin, landed on his hip bone. Very pain ok, I felt like my jaw was dislocated or sth. So I went there happily for a bday celebration and came back with many many new injuries. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, then started studying history. I was really tired, so I kind of half studied on my bed. xP Lunch, was feeling lazy so I didn't go out. I had maggi mee instead, after lunch I continued studying, this time I tried to do the math paper, followed by revise geog. At 5 plus I went out to daily scoop for ice-cream, came back and continued to revise geog. Then I felt feverish and didn't want to go out for dinner, so i ate the leftovers from lunch. Turned on the com, used it for a while. Still felt feverish. Then I went to bed. Bleh, sunday is so boring. x-X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-4689652582925998012?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4689652582925998012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=4689652582925998012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4689652582925998012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4689652582925998012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4689652582925998012' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RvdvEzr9jqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0m7HgZPSQqs/s72-c/me,+under+the+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-9057242681652512676</id><published>2007-09-18T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:07:08.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa. After today, my mind is officially corrupted. Don't ask who, but shuo lai shuo qu dou shi na ge si bio chapter de cuo larrh! Hmph. I started writing a diary since yesterday, when i wan to write chinese, then write chinese, if not english lorrh. xP Somemore of those lame quizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mouth is a Little Big&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveabigmouth/mouth-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a total tell all, but you don't hide who you are either.&lt;br /&gt;You've struck a good balance between discretion and sharing.&lt;br /&gt;People know you fairly well, at least on a superficial level.&lt;br /&gt;But you save your most revealing secrets for your best friend... or no one!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveabigmouth/"&gt;Do You Have a Big Mouth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Excellent Cook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodcookquiz/excellent-cook.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a top cook, but you weren't born that way. It's taken a lot of practice, a lot of experimenting, and a lot of learning.&lt;br /&gt;It's likely that you have what it takes to be a top chef, should you have the desire...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodcookquiz/"&gt;Are You A Good Cook?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. I shouldn't have taken up mep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/mind-reading.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;You understand people better than they would like to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details.&lt;br /&gt;You figure out what's going on before anyone knows that anything is going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you would be a good superhero: You don't care what people think, and you'd do whatever needed to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/"&gt;What Should Your Superpower Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o-O Mayee, here's your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 53% Perfectionist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaperfectionistquiz/perfectionist-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would call you a perfectionist, but you definitely have a side of you that strives to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Try to see your mistakes as learning experiences, and don't be so hard on yourself when you screw up!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaperfectionistquiz/"&gt;Are You a Perfectionist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo what. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Very Mature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouimmaturequiz/mature-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you may not always feel like it, you're a full fledged adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while everyone should be as mature as you, most people aren't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouimmaturequiz/"&gt;Are You Immature?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Probably Look Younger Than Your Age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoulookyouragequiz/younger.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live a healthy lifestyle and know how to take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably have a youthful glow for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoulookyouragequiz/"&gt;Do You Look Your Age?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha. People actually think i'm the younger sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Blue Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/power-blue.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships and feelings are the most important things to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are empathetic and accepting - and good at avoiding conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone close to you is in pain, it makes you hurt as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to heal the ones you love with your kind and open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Blue. Eh...kind and open heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-9057242681652512676?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/9057242681652512676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=9057242681652512676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/9057242681652512676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/9057242681652512676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#9057242681652512676' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-8972449399792473290</id><published>2007-09-15T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:07.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally posting. Haha, there's no theory today, that's why. So I don't have to wake up at 8.30 and then spend abt 3 hrs doing theory, bathing, and eating my breakfast. My birthday was kind of fun, except i injured my toes, and they look horrible. But now they're better, and it doesn't look as gross. Been helping my dear dear friend-sum for many days le. Haha, don't mind it actually, dunno why she always feel so bad. I was locked out of my house for um abt 1 1/2 hrs yesterday. Well, firstly I couldn't find my keys, then I stayed at sum's house for TOO long, so my sister wasn't home when I reached. Then she had tuition from 5-7, so I arrived at home at around 5.45? Ya. I was like sleeping at my doorstep, wth. Haha. Guess I better start revising for eoys, or it'll be too late and then I probably have to transfer school or sth cause my results so bad. Had fun holding goldie yesterday, sum's dog larrh. The very small and cute long-haired chihwahwa. It's pouring outside now...lalalala. xP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rus9KR56arI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8GiLizTaliM/s1600-h/goldie+on+sum%27s+lap.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110245448996252338 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rus9KR56arI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8GiLizTaliM/s320/goldie+on+sum%27s+lap.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Goldie, on sum's lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rus9KR56asI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HP-fU6YO8dA/s1600-h/toe+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110245448996252354 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rus9KR56asI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HP-fU6YO8dA/s320/toe+1.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My toe(1) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rus9Kh56atI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MeHcJwQa564/s1600-h/toe+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110245453291219666 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rus9Kh56atI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MeHcJwQa564/s320/toe+2.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My toe(2) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rus9Kx56auI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lwPY0LfhBX8/s1600-h/very+cute+rayson.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110245457586186978 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rus9Kx56auI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lwPY0LfhBX8/s320/very+cute+rayson.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I took this. So CUTE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-8972449399792473290?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8972449399792473290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=8972449399792473290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/8972449399792473290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/8972449399792473290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8972449399792473290' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rus9KR56arI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8GiLizTaliM/s72-c/goldie+on+sum%27s+lap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-3700370499204425217</id><published>2007-08-22T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:26:46.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lala, i'm bored again. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Good Friend Because You're Loyal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/loyal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stick with your friends no matter what, even if you feel like they're doing the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;You believe in letting people figure out their own path in life. It's not your place to interfere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And part of your loyalty means that you'll do a lot for your friends. You definitely go the extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;You'll even do great things for friends without them asking. After all, that's what friendship is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly a friend for life. And you have friends you've known since you were a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends can count on you to do a favor, remember a birthday, or just be there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends need you most when: They can't turn to anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really can't be friends with: Fickle people who change friends quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship quote: "Friendship doubles your joys, and divides your sorrows."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/"&gt;What Makes You a Good Friend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o-O I so good one arhh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Chocolate Chip Cookie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/chocolate-chip-cookie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional and conservative, most people find you comforting.&lt;br /&gt;You're friendly and easy to get to know. This makes you very popular - without even trying!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cookie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate chip cookie! I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 14% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-3700370499204425217?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3700370499204425217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=3700370499204425217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3700370499204425217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3700370499204425217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3700370499204425217' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-7094512879883220733</id><published>2007-08-20T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:29:54.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kind of losing my passion for posting, haha. I'm that kind of 三分钟热度 person. Went to watch the fireworks thing at marina on saturday. Nice eh, haha. I managed to video down abt 6 mins of it. You should have seen all of the pollution those fireworks emitted. Gosh, all the building were like covered in smoke, the moon also. It looked like we were hitted by the haze until cannot even see clearly. That horrible, but the process of seeing it was cool. Then after that went to take bus home, from the esplanade bus stop. You know how many people were at the bus stop?!?! My gosh, at least 100 ok. Then from the bus stop at esplanade till the bus stop at bukit regency i was standing, all the way. Whoa, leg going to break off le lorrh. Then somemore get cornered eh. By some guy and a lady, then the guy was like leaning closer and closer, I so freaked out lorrh. Then got a chance to siam I quickly siam eh, heng arhh. Then go home sleep arhh, but at 12 midnight. That's abt all lorrh. x-X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-7094512879883220733?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7094512879883220733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=7094512879883220733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7094512879883220733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7094512879883220733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7094512879883220733' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-6696563607751589330</id><published>2007-08-08T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:37:39.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been posting for very long, but I got nth to write, so I post some of these lame quizes. x-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 67% Virgo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howvirgoareyouquiz/virgo.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howvirgoareyouquiz/"&gt;How Virgo Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Milk Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/milk-chocolate.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;Also nostalgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like milk chocolate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Loyal Sidekick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/loyal-sidekick.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you aren't the most visable one in your group...&lt;br /&gt;You're always up for a good time or conversation&lt;br /&gt;And you stick with your friends no matter what&lt;br /&gt;You may feel underappreciated - but it only seems that way!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-6696563607751589330?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6696563607751589330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=6696563607751589330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6696563607751589330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6696563607751589330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6696563607751589330' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-1923809906080120549</id><published>2007-07-31T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:21:44.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently in the com lab. Was in the library. &lt;strong&gt;WE HAVE 4 FREE PERIODS TODAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Good right? Hehe. I am bored, so I did some quizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DABB99" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Frappacino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAD3B8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/frappacino.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Sometimes Don't Get Enough Sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyougetenoughsleepquiz/sleep-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're often more tired than you'd like, and you're probably not getting enough quality sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping a little more could make you a lot more energetic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;Try having a bedtime, keep your bedroom cool, and only eat fruit before bed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/doyougetenoughsleepquiz/"&gt;Do You Get Enough Sleep?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-1923809906080120549?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1923809906080120549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=1923809906080120549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1923809906080120549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1923809906080120549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1923809906080120549' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-9073959159786974460</id><published>2007-07-24T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:08.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. I need to update a bit. Sunday I went to taka for some food fest thing. Maybe it's nth for others, but for a &lt;strong&gt;DEPRIVED KID&lt;/strong&gt; like me, it was enjoyable. I ate VENEZIA gelato for the first time. I am &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; deprived. I had some milk chocolate crunch I think. Doesn't taste much different from normal ice cream but anyway. &lt;em&gt;Oh ya, and venezia, I finally tasted your shop's ice-cream.&lt;/em&gt; That was kind of lame but anyway. And my sister had some passionfruit hokkaido ice cream. Nice lorrh! :D Monday arhh, was quite ok larrhx, nth to comment. Tuesday was founder's day rehearsal! I skipped half of school! Yay! &lt;strong&gt;EVEN MATH.&lt;/strong&gt; So happy. :X Had guitar on tuesday, and by next yr, the PIONEER batch of the guitar ensemble would only be left with either 3 or 4 of us. Sigh. Now I am officially guitar 1, which is most of the time the simplest part. LOL. In my section I have Grace, Abby, and Grace. LOL. The sec 1 grace and grace lee. Then I had fillet o fish! Haha. Founder's day was fun! And I have piano. Sigh. Exam coming liao, so scared. Whatever larrh, bye! Some pics on the food I ate on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rqm504-91hI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SLfGJ0pRxaY/s1600-h/Hokkaido+passionfruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rqm504-91hI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SLfGJ0pRxaY/s320/Hokkaido+passionfruit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091805172019877394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokkaido passionfruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rqm514-91iI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IELeH06JKQ8/s1600-h/Milk+chocolate+crunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rqm514-91iI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IELeH06JKQ8/s320/Milk+chocolate+crunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091805189199746594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk chocolate crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rqm52I-91jI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eV_SB5m4twM/s1600-h/Tako+pachi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rqm52I-91jI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eV_SB5m4twM/s320/Tako+pachi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091805193494713906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacon and cheese tako pachi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-9073959159786974460?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/9073959159786974460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=9073959159786974460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/9073959159786974460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/9073959159786974460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#9073959159786974460' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rqm504-91hI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SLfGJ0pRxaY/s72-c/Hokkaido+passionfruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-8880229069162951643</id><published>2007-07-24T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:18:21.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 3% Fake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouafakegirlquiz/fake-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake doesn't even come close to describing you.&lt;br /&gt;You're totally natural, and proud of who you really are!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouafakegirlquiz/"&gt;Are You A Fake Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm not fake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-8880229069162951643?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8880229069162951643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=8880229069162951643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/8880229069162951643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/8880229069162951643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8880229069162951643' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-788760400393553367</id><published>2007-07-17T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:08.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had to stand during math today, haha lame sia. Didn't mind larrhx, quite used to standing. Used to like spend my recesses in primary school standing. xP Then PW today was like free period, cause __ ___ like left school halfway or sth like that. Spent most of it in the library, using the com and studying a bit of bio. I think I'm either going to flunk it or like just pass. Hai. Guitar today was quite fun, haha. We played the &lt;strong&gt;supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;/strong&gt; with the sec ones, hehe. I was really bored so I took pictures of my new bottle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpzLE0LGWzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/X-tdXZWVQ_Y/s1600-h/Image003(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpzLE0LGWzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/X-tdXZWVQ_Y/s320/Image003(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088164962606930738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpzLFELGW0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Tyn7PlggTM8/s1600-h/Image004(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpzLFELGW0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Tyn7PlggTM8/s320/Image004(4).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088164966901898050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the back view pic carefully! You can see the mickey mouse thru the bottle, in black! So cool right?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-788760400393553367?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/788760400393553367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=788760400393553367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/788760400393553367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/788760400393553367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#788760400393553367' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpzLE0LGWzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/X-tdXZWVQ_Y/s72-c/Image003(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-4492961377068854070</id><published>2007-07-16T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:09.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday blues! Rah. Today was a very HOT day, AND we had pe. Sigh. We played some weird game like tennis and table tennis, lol. Turns out it was quite fun, looking at how quek they all play. SO CUTE! LOL. Got bio test tomorrow sia, sigh. &lt;strong&gt;I FOUND MY SPECS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I prayed everyday and went to the general office everyday to ask, and in the end?!?! &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS UNDER MY BED THE WHOLE TIME. WTH. SO LAME AND STUPID OK. SHEESH. &lt;/strong&gt;Ok, now. I did sth I really felt guilty over. I went to KAP with tang, mayee and chang today. And then when I was in the toilet, my dad smsed me. He wanted to fetch me, so I hurried out and literally flew down to the bus stop. I was like hurry up stupid bus, it finally came. I reached home like 10 mins before my dad. Phew. While walking home from the bus stop today, I saw sth quite gross! &lt;strong&gt;HAVE A GOOD LOOK AT IT! HOPE IT DOESN'T GROSS YOU OUT TOO MUCH. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rpt_F0LGWyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JtlXHlBl1YU/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rpt_F0LGWyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JtlXHlBl1YU/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087799941926378274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like didn't want to zoom in too much, it's really rather gross. Who knows how to set pwd for blogs arhh? Tell me ok? It's time I prevent &lt;strong&gt;UNWANTED&lt;/strong&gt; people from looking at my blog. xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-4492961377068854070?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4492961377068854070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=4492961377068854070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4492961377068854070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4492961377068854070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4492961377068854070' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rpt_F0LGWyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JtlXHlBl1YU/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-4255226488790811599</id><published>2007-07-14T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:10.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had theory today. Haha, was as horrible as always. Then I went to tan chong(the nissan there larrhx) cause my uncle was there, and I had to go to amg mo kio anyway. Reached amk hub, then went to the basement and ate a yam puff. After that went up to the food court and had terriyaki chicken. xP Then I watched HARRY POTTER!!! Haha. Then walked over to the arcade and took some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpjQ1kLGWuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gzZqCJ1aqhQ/s1600-h/Image000(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpjQ1kLGWuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gzZqCJ1aqhQ/s320/Image000(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087045397776849634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right? It's some prize from the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpjQ10LGWvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pJkgKMgMRS0/s1600-h/Image002(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpjQ10LGWvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pJkgKMgMRS0/s320/Image002(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087045402071816946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octopus! From the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpjQ10LGWwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mT7rbV0ytgs/s1600-h/Image004(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpjQ10LGWwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mT7rbV0ytgs/s320/Image004(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087045402071816962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitty! SO CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpjQ2ULGWxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_WVtjDnHTpM/s1600-h/Image005(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpjQ2ULGWxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_WVtjDnHTpM/s320/Image005(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087045410661751570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harry potter poster from the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you arhh, the movie very nice lorrh! But they skip loads of parts from the book, that's the prob when you read the book. They missed out DOBBY! How can?! Hai. Nvm, the ministry of magic part really not bad. Hehe. Ok, gtg, bye! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-4255226488790811599?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4255226488790811599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=4255226488790811599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4255226488790811599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4255226488790811599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4255226488790811599' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpjQ1kLGWuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gzZqCJ1aqhQ/s72-c/Image000(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-5593289949390467147</id><published>2007-07-11T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:00:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rah. There's general music and mep tomorrow eh, sigh. I hope ___ ____ will be absent. My practical exam is like 1 month away, I don't think I can make it. I practised the piano for like 2 hrs and 45 mins straight today, at jkms. Almost died, haha. Enclosed in a relatively sound-proof room, with the air-con at full blast, for 1 hr and 45 mins by myself, playing &lt;strong&gt;SCALES&lt;/strong&gt;. My fingers were so cold until numb lorrh, sms other people touch the buttons on my phone, cannot feel eh. Sigh, my teacher came over occasionally to test me on some of them, and when I told her my fingers were numb, she was like "Don't give me this kind of thing". Sigh. Teacher arhh! What can you expect from someone who is tone deaf and is doing mep and is struggling like mad with it? Sigh. I wish I never took up this stupid programme. If I still have to do it in jc, I'll just &lt;strong&gt;JUMP OUT OF MY BEDROOM WINDOW AT MIDNIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, I never want to do it again. If one day I can't stand it, and start to slit myself, please help me go tell HER that I'm dying from the stress. Aiyo, this saturday still got theory. But...&lt;strong&gt;I'M GOING TO WATCH HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX&lt;/strong&gt;! At least that comforts me. Haix. I wish I never took up the piano in the first place. I wish I was smarter, if only I was top scholar, like that no need to take mep also can save on school fees liao. If I'm still paying normal school fees and taking mep, I would have quit it like long ago. Haiya, why am I like going on and on about this stupid programme? Forget it, save you people from my rumblings. ;D Have a nice day tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-5593289949390467147?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5593289949390467147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=5593289949390467147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5593289949390467147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5593289949390467147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5593289949390467147' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-5720368554731058655</id><published>2007-07-09T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:10.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm going to post about what happened during the weekend, and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Raynard's birthday. Theory was horrible larrhx, haha. We waited for half an hour, and had to extend our lesson by about half an hour. And it doesn't help that I had my sister and aunt sitting there mocking me. If it is even considered mocking. xP After that I told my aunt how to go to my other aunt's house, but got a little lost, but found our way anyway. The birthday party was quite crappy. I had to help to decorate(actually I didn't do much) and I got scratched by Rayson, like really badly. When the 7 year olds were playing bubble, I was like inside the function room stoning. When they were stoning, I was playing bubble. Funny right? Then the adults say I not sociable, like what? Socialise with 7 year olds who only know how to cry and hit their parents when they lose in a game? Yeah, it happened. I was like playing musical stature, musical chairs with them, and all the adults tried to MAKE me get out of the game. Mean right? Cause I'm much TALLER than the rest of them. Whatever. == There was this funny part, we were cutting the cake, then I saw this big lump of cream on the cake board thing, so I used a fork to scoop it up. I turned it upside down and it didn't fall. I was just telling my uncle about how I scooped it up and moving the fork when it just 'Plop' and landed on the carpet. Hillarious? It was, even the 7 year olds were laughing at me. Then I decided to like scoop a fingerful of cream, I did. Then my sister's elbow knocked my arm and my finger landed on my nose. Yeah, on my nose. So I took a picture for fun. Btw, the hair is my grandma tie one, not I ask her one. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpJMwKJSkuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/K79htzR8eUE/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpJMwKJSkuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/K79htzR8eUE/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085211319495463650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpJPDaJSkwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PU801C5bljE/s1600-h/Jerel+and+Rayson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpJPDaJSkwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PU801C5bljE/s320/Jerel+and+Rayson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085213849231201026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and Rayson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wake up early, cause my sis had nafa art class. I ate some carrot cake that tasted more like yam cake instead. Then I came hone and then started doing sth, don't rmbr eh. Haha. Then during the evening, I went out to buy new school shoes! Reebok shoes. My sister got Kappa, we went to Queenstown shopping centre and search like mad. Haha, eventually got new ones. Got a guitar from my cousin, he doesn't want it anymore, haha. San fen zhong re du. Ok. Then I had shiok soursop drink for part of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpJPDKJSkvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MgRnTl62rS8/s1600-h/Soursop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpJPDKJSkvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MgRnTl62rS8/s320/Soursop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085213844936233714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was ok, just that during chapel the ___sing until a bit funny. Got some songs ________ was like soloing. Haha. I actually scored 20.5/25 for math! Omg. First time ever sia. So proud of myself. Played some ms management game today, quite fun, like diner dash. Ok, gtg. Bye! xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-5720368554731058655?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5720368554731058655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=5720368554731058655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5720368554731058655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5720368554731058655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5720368554731058655' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RpJMwKJSkuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/K79htzR8eUE/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-6019402930790295560</id><published>2007-07-06T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:51:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so grossed out. LIKE EWWW. I was in the bus just now, a old man sat about 3 seats in front of me, he was coughing like mad. THEN he just kept spitting his phlegm on the floor. LIKE WTH?!?!?! Ok, he's old, but so what? Doesn't mean you can anyhow spit anywhere even if you're old. Sheesh. Was at KAP with grace just now, I went to cold storage to buy the cola lollipop, and then I bought coke. I tried eating and drinking it at the same time, so weird lorrhx. Coke rush. == I bought this really cute angel necklace, if I can I'll upload the pic later. Now sitting with Cheryl Tang, haha. Still quite ok. I've noticed mrs lim loves to change my seating arrangement and she loves to put me some where near sandra. Oh god. I haven't done theory, I lost my specs. Sheesh, if you all see it tell me ok? Purple box with my name labelled on it. Right, tomorrow's raynard's bdae. Oh just great man. ALL YOU PEOPLE MUST WEAR GREEN TOMORROW!!! EARTH DAY(I think)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-6019402930790295560?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6019402930790295560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=6019402930790295560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6019402930790295560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6019402930790295560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6019402930790295560' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-1686657485020878765</id><published>2007-07-02T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T17:21:04.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to watch 200 pounds beauty yesterday, a bit too late larrhx, i know. Got the imeem thing from louise's blog. xP, sorry! Bought the chocolate banana cake from secret recipes! Whoa, so big de eh. That's all for now, going to play badminton with some *muahahahaha* toots(my sister and her friends), don't know why i'm going. I'm VIP, that's why. Okay, BYE. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-1686657485020878765?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1686657485020878765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=1686657485020878765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1686657485020878765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1686657485020878765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1686657485020878765' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-7782275000856577771</id><published>2007-06-28T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:45:15.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many days never post liao. Today my math teacher brought visual aids to class. =o It was those shapes 3D, can fill liquid inside de, and she actually dyed the water until look like (quote from mayee)"seriously diabetic urine". Ew. But like that better than she just stand there keep talking and talking (quote bibianna) to herself. New physics teacher, er, better not say her name. Wah, I wonder what happened to the old one. She, how to say, more boring, even though she's younger. Bleh, enough about her. I got red eye! Not because I cried or anything, it's just red, dunno why. Oh ya, got this story from someone else's blog. Super sad lorrh, I cried eh. Btw, I am a super emo idiot. ^-^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是一個非常寧靜而美麗的小城﹐有一對非常恩愛的戀人﹐他們每天都去海邊看日出﹐晚上去海邊送夕陽﹐每個見過他們的人都向他們投來羨慕的目光…… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　可是有一天﹐在一場車禍中﹐女孩不幸受了重傷﹐她靜靜地躺在醫院的病床上﹐幾天幾夜都沒有醒過來。白天﹐男孩就守在床前不停地呼喚毫無知覺的戀人﹔晚上﹐他就跑到小城的教堂裡向上帝禱告﹐他已經哭乾了眼淚。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　一個月過去了﹐女孩仍然昏睡著﹐而男孩早已憔悴不堪了﹐但他仍苦苦地支撐著。終於有一天﹐上帝被這個痴情的男孩感動了。於是他決定給這個執著的男孩一個例外。上帝問他﹕“你願意用自己的生命作為交換嗎﹖”男孩毫不猶豫地回答﹕“我願意﹗”上帝說﹕“那好吧﹐我可以讓你的戀人很快醒過來﹐但你要答應化作三年的蜻蜓﹐你願意嗎﹖”男孩聽了﹐還是堅定地回答道﹕“我願意﹗” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　天亮了﹐男孩已經變成了一隻漂亮的蜻蜓﹐他告別了上帝便匆匆地飛到了醫院。女孩真的醒了﹐而且她還在跟身旁的一位醫生交談著什麼﹐可惜他聽不到。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　幾天後﹐女孩便康復出院了﹐但是她並不快樂。她四處打聽著男孩的下落﹐但沒有人知道男孩究竟去了哪裡。女孩整天不停地尋找著﹐然而早已化身成蜻蜓的男孩卻無時無刻不圍繞在她身邊﹐只是他不會呼喊﹐不會擁抱﹐他只能默默地承受著她的視而不見。夏天過去了﹐秋天的涼風吹落了樹葉﹐蜻蜓不得不離開這裡。於是他最後一次飛落在女孩的肩上。他想用自己的翅膀撫摸她的臉﹐用細小的嘴來親吻她的額頭﹐然而他弱小的身體還是不足以被她發現。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　轉眼間﹐春天來了﹐蜻蜓迫不及待地飛回來尋找自己的戀人。然而﹐她那熟悉的身影旁站著一個高大而英俊的男人﹐那一剎那﹐蜻蜓幾乎快從半空中墜落下來。人們講起車禍後女孩病得多麼的嚴重﹐描述著那名男醫生有多麼的善良﹑可愛﹐還描述著他們的愛情有多麼的理所當然﹐當然也描述了女孩已經快樂如從前。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　蜻蜓傷心極了﹐在接下來的幾天中﹐他常常會看到那個男人帶著自己的戀人在海邊看日出﹐晚上又在海邊看日落﹐而他自己除了偶爾能停落在她的肩上以外﹐什麼也做不了。 &lt;br /&gt;　　這一年的夏天特別長﹐蜻蜓每天痛苦地低飛著﹐他已經沒有勇氣接近自己昔日的戀人。她和那男人之間的喃喃細語﹐他和她快樂的笑聲﹐都令他窒息。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　第三年的夏天﹐蜻蜓已不再常常去看望自己的戀人了。她的肩被男醫生輕擁著﹐臉被男醫生輕輕地吻著﹐根本沒有時間去留意一隻傷心的蜻蜓﹐更沒有心情去懷唸過去。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　上帝約定的三年期限很快就要到了。就在最後一天﹐蜻蜓昔日的戀人跟那個男醫生舉行了婚禮。 &lt;br /&gt;　　蜻蜓悄悄地飛進教堂﹐落在上帝的肩膀上﹐他聽到下面的戀人對上帝發誓說﹕我願意﹗他看著那個男醫生把戒指戴到昔日戀人的手上﹐然後看著他們甜蜜地親吻著。蜻蜓流下了傷心的淚水。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　上帝嘆息著﹕“你後悔了嗎﹖”蜻蜓擦乾了眼淚﹕“沒有﹗”上帝又帶著一絲愉悅說﹕“那麼﹐明天你就可以變回你自己了。”蜻蜓搖了搖頭﹕“就讓我做一輩子蜻蜓吧……” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些緣份是註定要失去的。愛一個人不一定要擁有﹐但擁有一個人就一定要好好去愛他。你的肩上有蜻蜓嗎﹖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read liao I cried eh. Er, the story in olden chinese, er, so bear with it. Prove that I am emo. Haha, toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-7782275000856577771?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7782275000856577771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=7782275000856577771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7782275000856577771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7782275000856577771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7782275000856577771' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2249423208537156260</id><published>2007-06-20T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T13:42:11.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very long never blog le. Haha, a lot of things happened larrhx, but then don't feel like posting about them. Got this idea from louise, haha. Going to do what she did, I'm so copycat. Wo hao wu liao orhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Your Birthdate: August 26***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lucked out the the skills to succeed in almost any arena.&lt;br /&gt;Put you in almost any business or classroom, and you'll rise to the top.&lt;br /&gt;You're driven and intense, but you also know when to kick back and cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;Your ability to adapt to almost any situation is part of what's going to make you a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your attention to detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You can be a little too proud of your successes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Turquoise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Arrow pointing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoa, I sound like so smart like that. LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***You Will Die at Age 79***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...&lt;br /&gt;And how you'll die as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o-O 79? Not bad liaox.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2249423208537156260?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2249423208537156260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2249423208537156260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2249423208537156260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2249423208537156260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2249423208537156260' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-8443562513836189805</id><published>2007-05-30T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:11.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Yesterday got the guitar orientation camp. So FUN!!! :D Well, we all know each others' names le. Haha, I never knew the sec 1s were that fun to be with. We played double whacko, water bombs, dog and bone, treasure hunt, jacob's ladder, watched Just my Luck and The Hot chick, and spent about 2-3 hours at KAP. LOL. Fun sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was my cousin's wedding. Haha, I actually found it boring, I'm not that close to her. I took back loads of chocolate from the dinner, haha. My cousin was so pretty, arhh! Got some pictures. I saw my niece again, she so cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlzqVkbDuRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Edw2zmeuh0o/s1600-h/Eclairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070184936787654930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlzqVkbDuRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Edw2zmeuh0o/s320/Eclairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini chocolate eclairs from the buffet! omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlzqV0bDuSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WKwD9uqfFYs/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070184941082622242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlzqV0bDuSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WKwD9uqfFYs/s320/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-taken photo at the dinner, ew. Not nice, my eyes look weird. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's about all. I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-8443562513836189805?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8443562513836189805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=8443562513836189805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/8443562513836189805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/8443562513836189805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8443562513836189805' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlzqVkbDuRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Edw2zmeuh0o/s72-c/Eclairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-4816483590827943172</id><published>2007-05-25T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:14.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Another post! Hehe. Just that it's going to talk about today, haha. We went to school at 8, then did our presentation. Our ppt so blank sia, other grps one so full of info. Haha. Then we had to go to heritage tour, changi chapel museum and kranji war memorial. The youngest soldier who died was only 16 ok. So damn young, so sad. The oldest was like 61 or 68. So damn old. Poor thing. Then the chapel there was nice sia. There are replicas of the murals painted by steven warren there. So cool sia, the exhibits there are nice. But it was a little boring. Heehee. War World II sucks sia. Ok, before that, lydia got her shrek ears. So we took pictures. Then I went to KAP after school to buy the shrek ears. Yeah. Donated $2. I feel happy. I think I shall go to theory tomorrow with it on. Here are some pictures. xP So damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068498243000973330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbsTEbDuBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AH_mPjgF3t0/s320/P1010138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chang in the canteen, with lydia's shrek ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbsT0bDuCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WxxU-MC4_JQ/s1600-h/P1010139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068498255885875234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbsT0bDuCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WxxU-MC4_JQ/s320/P1010139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mayee also, just that also in canteen and that's chang's hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbsUkbDuDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fchI-K2X8e8/s1600-h/P1010140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068498268770777138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbsUkbDuDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fchI-K2X8e8/s320/P1010140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chang and mayee, in the canteen, mayee's putting a loser sign on her, and chang's pointing a gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbsVEbDuEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sv6AtIG1hCA/s1600-h/P1010141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068498277360711746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbsVEbDuEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sv6AtIG1hCA/s320/P1010141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Self-taken photo, with lydia's shrek ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbsV0bDuFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/eY8PAIBpBvU/s1600-h/P1010142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068498290245613650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbsV0bDuFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/eY8PAIBpBvU/s320/P1010142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banana, with the shrek ears, in the canteen. So cute right? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbwqUbDuGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Pc7GF80idnI/s1600-h/P1010143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068503040479443042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbwqUbDuGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Pc7GF80idnI/s320/P1010143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lydia, my god-daughter. Haha, so chio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rlbwq0bDuHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IC1Mj8STUy8/s1600-h/P1010144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068503049069377650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rlbwq0bDuHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IC1Mj8STUy8/s320/P1010144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheo bu. Abby larrhx, she chio mahhx, then her surname cheo. So. She looks spastic sia. x-X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbwrUbDuII/AAAAAAAAAG0/LRmo0iv-lCk/s1600-h/P1010146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068503057659312258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbwrUbDuII/AAAAAAAAAG0/LRmo0iv-lCk/s320/P1010146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kel, I discovered the ears look nice on people with short hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rlbwr0bDuJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3UpuWcLj994/s1600-h/P1010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068503066249246866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rlbwr0bDuJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3UpuWcLj994/s320/P1010147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUEK!!! My jie jie. Nice right? Told you people with short hair look nice with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbwsUbDuKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ehXV2gz0GYw/s1600-h/P1010149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068503074839181474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbwsUbDuKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ehXV2gz0GYw/s320/P1010149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl! At KAP, with MY ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rlbyk0bDuLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KuFBxJhHFbM/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068505145013418162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rlbyk0bDuLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KuFBxJhHFbM/s320/P1010150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUEK, at KAP. With her ears, with that spastic pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbylEbDuMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/s1NWvQbiSes/s1600-h/P1010151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068505149308385474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbylEbDuMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/s1NWvQbiSes/s320/P1010151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynn, at my house, with my ears. Cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rlbyl0bDuNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jaLQdAnjDzA/s1600-h/P1010152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068505162193287378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rlbyl0bDuNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jaLQdAnjDzA/s320/P1010152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her brother, Gene. Cute? He poor thing sia. This is big head, ting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RleJ9EbDuOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1OH5aWKynJs/s1600-h/The+ogres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068671587881040098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RleJ9EbDuOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1OH5aWKynJs/s320/The+ogres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lydia, me and Eunice, and Kel's shrek. At KAP. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er-hmm. That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-4816483590827943172?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4816483590827943172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=4816483590827943172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4816483590827943172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4816483590827943172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4816483590827943172' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbsTEbDuBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AH_mPjgF3t0/s72-c/P1010138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-671105287185696802</id><published>2007-05-25T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:14.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arhh, I forgot to post about the mep concert. haha. It was really nice, here are some pictures.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlborkbDt7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/JwhQUgO8u-E/s1600-h/Mep1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068494265861257138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlborkbDt7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/JwhQUgO8u-E/s320/Mep1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the flute thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rlbor0bDt8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/wTvrs7SJ9tw/s1600-h/Mep2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068494270156224450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/Rlbor0bDt8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/wTvrs7SJ9tw/s320/Mep2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Violette at the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbosEbDt9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/9ha7Vjfb_xU/s1600-h/Mep3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068494274451191762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbosEbDt9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/9ha7Vjfb_xU/s320/Mep3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The programme booklet. Taken on the audi table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbosEbDt-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/pCr0l6WtdrE/s1600-h/Mep5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068494274451191778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbosEbDt-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/pCr0l6WtdrE/s320/Mep5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quartet, ze is playing the viola and jas playing the violin. Haven't play yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbosUbDt_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/6WM1UZpIypU/s1600-h/Mep6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068494278746159090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbosUbDt_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/6WM1UZpIypU/s320/Mep6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another pic, just that they are going to start to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbpeEbDuAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9FcnGyX1Kgw/s1600-h/Mep7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068495133444651010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlbpeEbDuAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9FcnGyX1Kgw/s320/Mep7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now playing liao. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rah. That's about all. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-671105287185696802?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/671105287185696802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=671105287185696802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/671105287185696802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/671105287185696802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#671105287185696802' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlborkbDt7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/JwhQUgO8u-E/s72-c/Mep1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-4530722257201542203</id><published>2007-05-24T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:19.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Rah! I just came back from camp! It was so fun! WEE! ^-^ My grp got venezia, priscilla, gloria, charlyn, trisha, grace, me, rachel, joan, jolene, merrilyn, celine, joey, valerie, ze. Ha, we were fun, and we go high when we drink milo. LOL. We got miq, well, he was quite lame, but a very good trainer and very funny also eh. Haha. I didn't cross the monkey bars, I totally forgot about my agreement with liz, haha, so I'm going to get her chocolate. The toilet was a hole in the floor, and the beds were really creaky and bed-buggy. BUT, the stars there are like TOTALLY FABULOUS sia. It's not really bright there, so when you turn 360 degrees, you see 360 degrees of stars. Super cool la. It was really really fun, EXCEPT. We went for 2 types of trek, water trek and the waterfall expedition. Got leeches, so creepy. But I didn't get bitten, WOOTS. The water trek was ok, except I fell butt down into the stream. HAHA. The waterfall one, was ok as well, just way steeper and more dangerous. We walked on the road when we went there, so never fall down larrhx. BUT, when we were coming down, I stepped on a slippery rock, and fell kneeling. So, I have cuts on my shin. But the waterfall was really fun sia, I was like splashing everyone and just enjoying the nice cold and clear water. I really missed my phone, I even like forgot how it sounds when it vibrates. OH YA. I have sth to say. I am going to use caps, so pardon me, cause I'm really pissed with that asshole. SHIT THAT STUPID BUS DRIVER. WE CAME OUT FROM CUSTOM, SEE EVERY CLASS GO OFF, THEN WE WERE LIKE WONDERING, WTH IS OUR BUS. THEN MRS LIM CALLED AND ASKED, AND THEY TOLD HER THE BUS DRIVER DIDN'T SEE US SO DROVE BACK TO MALAYSIA. LIKE WTH SIA. WE WAITED FOR 2 HOURS BEFORE ANOTHER BUS CAME OK. SO SHIT SIA. I REACHED HOME AT 6.10. WTH. I ACTUALLY WANTED TO GO FOR TUITION OK. WASTE MY TIME AT THE CUSTOM. STUPID BUS DRIVER. Ok, I'm done. Now, I've got some pictures to post. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVuuEbDtnI/AAAAAAAAACs/9T48ZzOFh4Y/s1600-h/P1010088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068078693415630450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVuuEbDtnI/AAAAAAAAACs/9T48ZzOFh4Y/s320/P1010088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lydia and Louise on the bus when we were going there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVuvEbDtpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/16QgnHcVJtM/s1600-h/P1010090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068078710595499666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVuvEbDtpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/16QgnHcVJtM/s320/P1010090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandra on the bus, very spastic pose, on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVuv0bDtqI/AAAAAAAAADE/piE7TgCqkKo/s1600-h/P1010093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068078723480401570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVuv0bDtqI/AAAAAAAAADE/piE7TgCqkKo/s320/P1010093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadine, Chloe and Jen. On the bus, on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVuwEbDtrI/AAAAAAAAADM/yutxnsYLBPw/s1600-h/P1010107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068078727775368882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVuwEbDtrI/AAAAAAAAADM/yutxnsYLBPw/s320/P1010107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caught Joey off guard. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVwlUbDtsI/AAAAAAAAADU/lxtjZ8l6I1w/s1600-h/P1010108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068080742115030722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVwlUbDtsI/AAAAAAAAADU/lxtjZ8l6I1w/s320/P1010108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace and rachel, caught off guard, by me. They are in the dewan, sleeping.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068080750704965330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVwl0bDttI/AAAAAAAAADc/UsuJicUyqSk/s320/P1010114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daphne and Joey, and jewel in the background, with one eye cut off. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVwmUbDtuI/AAAAAAAAADk/r3rslNgSrJM/s1600-h/P1010119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068080759294899938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVwmUbDtuI/AAAAAAAAADk/r3rslNgSrJM/s320/P1010119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group photo, for the learning task. From the left: Venezia, me, Rachel, Grace. And on the top, Gloria and Priscila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVwm0bDtvI/AAAAAAAAADs/IOir8CMMapI/s1600-h/P1010120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068080767884834546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVwm0bDtvI/AAAAAAAAADs/IOir8CMMapI/s320/P1010120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing at sherwoods which priscilla forgot to catch me, I was first to get wet. LOL. I don't blame you pris. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVwnkbDtwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/M_HXKLOHso8/s1600-h/P1010121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068080780769736450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVwnkbDtwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/M_HXKLOHso8/s320/P1010121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Val on the shaking plank thing. She is holding a baygon and spraying it. LOL. I asked her to pose, but without the baygon, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV0X0bDtxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GsBAXyL2kLk/s1600-h/P1010122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068084908233307922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV0X0bDtxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GsBAXyL2kLk/s320/P1010122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandra doing a spastic pose again, on the way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV0YUbDtyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Cno0D4dAiAw/s1600-h/P1010125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068084916823242530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV0YUbDtyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Cno0D4dAiAw/s320/P1010125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Quek, she was so happy there was crab. She was doing that, and was crying cause she was too happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV0YkbDtzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D48LwjMNLTo/s1600-h/P1010126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068084921118209842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV0YkbDtzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D48LwjMNLTo/s320/P1010126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sea view from the kelong. But my cam lousy sia, that black thing is a boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV0ZEbDt0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1c_cY7p2d1w/s1600-h/P1010127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068084929708144450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV0ZEbDt0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1c_cY7p2d1w/s320/P1010127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liz, me and ting, this pic not that good cause is I take de, then got cut off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV0ZkbDt1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WRqNfqjmgNU/s1600-h/P1010128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068084938298079058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV0ZkbDt1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WRqNfqjmgNU/s320/P1010128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one. Gosh, my face so fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV3rkbDt2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Pnp_PXDg7oA/s1600-h/P1010129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068088546070607714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV3rkbDt2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Pnp_PXDg7oA/s320/P1010129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Me and cheryl. Haha, I'm her doggy. My face so fat.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV3sEbDt3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Sy40dmr_u5c/s1600-h/P1010130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068088554660542322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV3sEbDt3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Sy40dmr_u5c/s320/P1010130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one, she said the previous one she too ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV3skbDt4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/hvgarcS8VKk/s1600-h/P1010134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068088563250476930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV3skbDt4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/hvgarcS8VKk/s320/P1010134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another side of the kelong view. Nice right? Low tide.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV3tUbDt5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/hfdazpYIUbs/s1600-h/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068088576135378834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV3tUbDt5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/hfdazpYIUbs/s320/P1010135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mud skipper, but cannot really see right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV3tkbDt6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ip94m05hPEA/s1600-h/P1010136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068088580430346146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlV3tkbDt6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ip94m05hPEA/s320/P1010136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another mud skipper, but cannot really see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, that's about all. Super long post and got loads of pics. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-4530722257201542203?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4530722257201542203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=4530722257201542203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4530722257201542203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4530722257201542203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4530722257201542203' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RlVuuEbDtnI/AAAAAAAAACs/9T48ZzOFh4Y/s72-c/P1010088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-64289299453165214</id><published>2007-05-15T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:30:33.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Olson won the volleyball thing. Gloria has most credit, haha. She serve very good eh, mine lan like shit, but I can hit back. Heehee. The 2M people all can play de, but cause they played badminton yesterday they can't play anymore. So sad. Only olson and lee, cause nobody from blackmore or jackson bothered to come. Haha. Played 3 sets, 1st set which I was in, won. 2nd set, which I wasn't in, lost to lee. 3rd set, which I was in won. Yay, that makes it 2-1.  My team win cause whenever I played always the same 4 of us, gloria, me, 2 sec ones. Haha. Happy happy sia. We are not playing for the concert anymore! Woohoo! Not enough practice, how can perform man? Camp approaching, which means performance class also. I have a feeling I'll screw up really badly. Sigh. My thing still haven't come eh, means will be during camp time lorrh, SIGH. That means I have to skip the water activities, which is like 3/4 of the camp activities. Tomorrow watching mo mo, from the poster it sounds nice, hope it is. Haha, I'll probably enjoy it, I hope lizzy won't start asking me what did the people say and stuff and say, "Whoa FION, WALKING CHINESE DICTIONARY HORRH." I am not a walking chinese dictionary, chinese dictionaries know every word on earth, I do not. My math teacher say, she taking back her period for tomorrow on friday, sigh. Theory haven't do. x-X Tomorrow got geog, must present stuff I think, but the class like never do eh. Geog teacher sure er scold like mad again. Ah! Very long never visit da tou fen's blog le! Go now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-64289299453165214?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/64289299453165214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=64289299453165214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/64289299453165214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/64289299453165214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#64289299453165214' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-3629560395540224797</id><published>2007-05-13T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:55:46.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Performance class is next week. On the 20th, which is one day before camp, BUT tingyi's same date. BUT I'll be so scared I won't play properly and I'll be totally embarassed and Ms Koh would probably like scold the hell out of me. Don't feel like talking about it, think already also scared. Lizzy's giving me lame knock knock jokes. And I, very spastically kept typing who's there? ___ who?. I so loser lorrhx. Rah. Kind of dreading camp. After hearing about all those leeches from uncle and aunty. Ew, I'm getting grossed out. I have to wash my own clothes, and shoes, but I don't mind. I do some washing at home sometimes, better bring soap powder. Yesterday theory lesson so er how to say. Ms Koh was in a good mood I guess, or she really give up le. 2 people didn't do their work, but didn't get scolded. Not like me that time, get scolded until dunno like what. We spent the whole lesson on the neopolitan sixths page, one page only. LOL, one whole hour ok? And I was made to go to the piano and play neopolitan sixths chords cause mine don't sound major. TWICE, very ma lu eh. After that had lunch at ting's house, thanks for it. ^^ Went for tuition then went home. Watching that ghost show at 10.30, I think it's the eye 2. Went to sleep at about 12.30, when the show ended. I kept the lights on while i was watching, haha. If not I'll be really spooked. Dunno where all my grp members went, no one provided me with more info, so what do I do now? Wonder who's going to win the head prefect nominations this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-3629560395540224797?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3629560395540224797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=3629560395540224797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3629560395540224797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3629560395540224797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3629560395540224797' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-9174981134078711858</id><published>2007-05-11T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T16:31:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today so funny. Haha. We had briefing for the camp. x-X I cannot bring my phone or my ipod(it's spoilt anyway). Got a lot of water activities eh, me and gloria must eat loads of pineapple, if not we cannot do those activities. Er-hmm. You know what I mean. Cannot go out and see stars, haha. But I want to eh, gloria also. So we decided, if we really cannot sleep, we shall just walk out the door one step, and look at the stars. When we're tired, we can always go back one step. That's called taking a responsible risk. LOL. Took bus home with Kat, Li Yun and gloria today. When Kat went off, gloria and li yun suddenly, "FION! YOUR NOSE IS BLEEDING!!!" I was like WHAT?!?! I didn't feel anything dripping down my nose, so I wiped it. Nothing. Then they were like "It's ON your nose, not DOWN your nose." I was like ==. My pimple was bleeding. Then they said together, "AHAHAHAHA, Fion has a third hole." == They actually said that. Ok, whatever. I don't feel like taking only one bag for camp eh. So what. Aiya, whatever larrhx. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-9174981134078711858?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/9174981134078711858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=9174981134078711858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/9174981134078711858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/9174981134078711858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#9174981134078711858' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-7021183639883009318</id><published>2007-05-10T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:27:06.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the national museum today. Hehehe. It's a fun place! If you pass by it, you won't even know it's a museum unless you go inside. It looks so modern ok, outside is glass, all glass. You step in, the first thing you see are swinging lights! So cool man. They give you headphones and a small computer like thing, it guides you thru the museum. SO COOL MAN. Today got time limit, so didn't really finish looking thru. BUT hui yu says we should find one day to go ourselves, so we can spend a whole day there and take our own sweet time. Hehehe. Admission is $5, a bit ex, but if you've been there before, and seen the museum, it is definitely worth it. Hui Yu and I rushed down to the cafe before we left, I bought a big chocolate chip cookie for $3 and she bought a brownie for $4.50, SO EX. But it was nice. Hehehe. YIKES!!! Must go and do the ppt for the camp task thing. Gosh, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-7021183639883009318?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7021183639883009318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=7021183639883009318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7021183639883009318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7021183639883009318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7021183639883009318' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-3162090892042391666</id><published>2007-05-09T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:51:47.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today got tkamb tea party!!! Haha. My smoothie went well I guess, I thought it would suck eh. Heng my dad and grandma make new one, so mine wasn't tried. BUT now I got loads of smoothie in my fridge. GAHHHHHHHHHH. I tried Hui Yu and Rachel's brownie, with LOADS of whipped cream hehehehe. And Rebecca's tea cakes. And a marshmallow in the chocolate rum fondue! But it contained a lot a RUM. Hahaha. Heard Rebecca ate a bit too much and went a bit high? I didn't see, but I heard. I was too busy managing my smoothie stall. LOL. Today piano I really ganna, my teacher scold and scold and scold. Somemore got extra lesson, which means she was scolding me for 2 hrs? Sigh. May time pass faster so that I NO LONGER HAVE TO PRACTICE MY PIANO OR DO STUPID THEORY. UNLESS I HAVE TO DO HIGHER MUSIC IN JC. Please, don't let that happen. I rather take lit. Today Channel 5 got Spiderman eh! Haha, watched a bit. Watched before le, but still. I got 44/60 for chem and 38/60 for life science. Haha, quite satisfied. At least I didn't fail right? Oops, sorry! I didn't mean the fail part! Poor felicia, she so sad. Friday must pass up ppt eh, STRESS. Tomorrow got history outing thing. Sigh. Hope it's ok. Tomorrow louise lending me cd, YAY! Thank you lulu! Love you loads. &lt;33333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-3162090892042391666?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3162090892042391666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=3162090892042391666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3162090892042391666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3162090892042391666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3162090892042391666' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-3789480209128655764</id><published>2007-05-07T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:34:32.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just read finish 黑人, it's one of the other 2 novels besides 天使栖息的窗口. This one also quite sad, sigh. I sometimes feel I also 黑人，红人是人见人爱，左右逢源的人。黑人，自然就是它相反的意思。She also very poor thing larrhx. Her name is 黛民. "黛"者，也; "民者"，也. Add up both words, it becomes 黑人. No matter how hard she tries to let people like her, it always fails, sooner or later. She goes thru life, and she learns some things, and well accepts the fact that no matter how she tries to gain attention or get liked, it doesn't work. ALWAYS. Read already also feel 悲哀. I wonder sometimes, am I like her? I admit, I can't stand being alone or being lonely. So when my only two sources of unloneliness aren't around, I look for other people to prevent being lonely. But, when those two come back, I forget about those who kept me company when I was lonely. I feel that I'm very horrible, REALLY horrible. How can I do this kind of thing? HOW CAN I??? Because of this, I have hurt people. I'm really sorry. I don't mean it, but...I can't help it. So I have decided to just let myself be lonely and not go and look for others when I am lonely. I rather be lonely then let others get hurt by me again. I am so SORRY!!! My brain always malfunctions, perhaps if it malfunctions a little more I can go to special schools for the spastic. Well, saying it out helps. I am really sorry, if I ever hurt anyone of you because of this reason. I am the most evil girl I have ever met in my life. Well, if anyone of you still doesn't want to forgive me or anything, I don't mind. I can understand. I was evil, am evil, and probably will continue to be evil. But I would try to control myself, and prevent this. If I ever display this kind of signs, PLEASE ignore me. PLEASE. Okay, I feel much much better now. Hahahaha. Fion Lim Jinyi is a very very EVIL girl. Please take that warning seriously. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-3789480209128655764?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3789480209128655764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=3789480209128655764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3789480209128655764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3789480209128655764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3789480209128655764' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-3535775972217564907</id><published>2007-05-04T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:00:53.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok. I came home from school, and my grandma told me my phone was on my dad's tv. Yeah, now I have it. xD I read finish the tian shi qi xi de chuang kou. So sad. She died in the end, on the 3rd day of her chemo. Sigh. After reading that, 我感触良多. I thank God I am a healthy person, I thank God I do not have leukemia, I thank God I don't have to worry everyday of my life whether I would suddenly die. I think I shall just thank God for everything. ^^ I don't feel like making this whole post "I thank God". x-X Read 安琪's diary very sad eh. Sigh. I just thank God. I don't have to do chemo, and see my hair drop down in big big turfs. I don't have to worry what would happen to my brother and the person I like if I suddenly die. But I like her character! She likes doing puzzles, as it makes her feel whole. As she lost her parents and found out about her leukemia when she was 10, from then on, she always felt some part of her is missing. She likes angels. Her room got angel puzzles, angel posters, angel wind chimes. I think I would like her room. She likes to look out of her window to observe people secretly. As her brother doesn't allow her to go out, so she can only do that. Haha. I like all those stuff about her. But if she didn't have leukemia even better. But like that no story. HAHA. Ok, nothing to say le. OH YA!!! Big news! Jen divorced Sandra and gained custody of all her children. AHAHAHA. Looks like nobody wants my lunatic daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-3535775972217564907?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3535775972217564907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=3535775972217564907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3535775972217564907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/3535775972217564907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3535775972217564907' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2053916127296154869</id><published>2007-05-03T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:56:44.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yesterday I went for piano. My teacher make me play scales and my pieces. Play scales still not so bad, but play pieces got chords, so my arm will pain larhhx. Duh. Haha, told mrs chan I cannot perform today, cause of my hand, the whole class was telling her how I fell. Hui Yu said,"She very poor thing, someone fell on her hand." LOL. The rest of the class came up with very exaggerated excuses also. Haha, thanks 2h. I appreciate it. Then after piano, I took bus myself to ang mo kio again. On the bus got a lot of people, then the guy that sat beside me was sleeping, so was I. Then when I was about 2-3 stops away from where I wanted to alight, I woke up, then started to worry how am I supposed to get out. Cause that guy is still sleeping, and I don't dare to call him or anything. As I was sitting right above the standing place of the bus, I was wondering whether to jump down. But luckily, he woke up just right before my stop. Haha, heng. See the doctor again, had to get my hand twisted and whatever again. Pain lorrhx. Ate mushroom minced meat noodle and satay again. LOL. Guess what? I know where my phone is liao. IN MY DAD'S CAR. Sheesh, make me worried like shit, somemore must trouble my aunt to go get a replacement sim card. Sorry! 白跑一趟了！Angel and mortal change again. Haha. This time my mortal not that close to me. Borrowed 3 chinese novels from the ang mo kio library yesterday, while waiting for my dad. I'm reading the one call 天使栖息的窗口. The story is about a girl who has leukemia, and is probably dying. Ah well, I haven't read finish yet larrhx. Ok, like nothing to say le. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2053916127296154869?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2053916127296154869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2053916127296154869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2053916127296154869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2053916127296154869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2053916127296154869' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2088185663282851012</id><published>2007-04-30T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:04:00.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My life is totally in a wreck now. YES, IN A WRECK. I can't find my handphone ANYWHERE, my ipod is SPOILT, I took off my bandage as my arm was itching like mad AND NOW I GOT RASHES because of the crappy bandage. What crap is this?!?! Sigh. My arm is still not fully recovered. It still hurts a little, but I shall trial it for a day without any medicine or bandage. I ran out of medicine anyway. MY HANDPHONE!!! WHERE ARE YOU??? Sigh, I put it in my pocket what, then when I reach school, and want to put it in my locker, IT'S NOT THERE. I hope I didn't drop it anywhere. PLEASE, IF YOU TOOK IT(which I hope nobody did) PLEASE PLEASE RETURN IT. I CAN DIE WITHOUT MY PHONE. If I don't find it by friday, I shall die. I'll get killed also. SO PLEASE RETURN IT! I went for the re-dedication thing today. I sat with Joan thru out, among the sec 1s. == And this horrible sec 1 put her chair so back, I couldn't even really stand, so I pushed it a bit, AND SHE PUSHED IT BACK. WTH. I struggled standing thru out the entire thing. And Ms Choe was good. ^^ Joan looked me up during lunch and asked me if I cried when the person was praying for me. I don't know, but I didn't cry. Maybe I'm THAT emotionless. But I felt really miserable and sad when that pastor Jeremy guy was reading out that thing. I AM PATHETICALLY EMOTIONLESS, BUT VERY EMOTIONAL ON MY CHINESE NOVELS, I AM THAT WEIRD. Geez, pe was boring today. We sort of played rugby. Which was BORING as we didn't really play the REAL ACTUAL thing. Oh well. RAH. This monday sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2088185663282851012?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2088185663282851012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2088185663282851012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2088185663282851012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2088185663282851012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2088185663282851012' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-6907075820477294701</id><published>2007-04-28T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:12:06.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Guess what. My elbow is nicely bandaged up now. == And it stinks of chinese medicine, AND I have to eat 8 pills after every meal. Why did I fall down in the first place??? Sigh. I visited a chinese doctor yesterday. The clinic smells of those medicinal oil, STRONGLY smells of it. The chinese doctor my dad's ex-colleague. Rah, it was my second time seeing him. First time was about 2-3 years ago. I was using the heelies(Yes, I was)and had just self-learnt how to walk then "slide" in it. I ran up a slope, and RAN and "slided". Obviously, I fell. Grazed my elbow, sprained my finger. My whole right hand was swollen, and my third finger was sprained. Then, I went there, and he rub rub pull pull push push...and put that black patch of something on my hand, and bandaged it up. It's the same type of black patch of something on my elbow now. HAHAHA. I'm at my aunt's house now. We were supposed to go to Fish &amp;amp; co. BUT something cropped up. So it's tomorrow, that means I'm staying overnight! YES. I'm happy cause my gameboy is here. My aunt bought it for me in secret. But I have to share it with Raynard, but I don't mind. ^^ Gave Li Yun her cake today. I spent $9.60 on 4 cakes today. Oh, here comes Rayson trying to type. Better end here before he types some weird stuff. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-6907075820477294701?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6907075820477294701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=6907075820477294701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6907075820477294701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6907075820477294701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6907075820477294701' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2406388524530118514</id><published>2007-04-26T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T15:26:31.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;RAH. I fell down during pe again. HAHA. I'm so idiotic. We were playing multiple games, and challenging 1d. Ya, I was playing soccer when I fell. Then after that, I didn't rest! I didn't listen to Mrs Lee, I didn't rest. I went in to play floorball. I think I was so breathless I could faint. But I still didn't. Haha. Everybody was asking me to go home, so I can see doctor. So I call my parents, went to the doctor. He said it was only like muscle pull, so maybe slighty sprain. Lao shi scared me ehh, what 骨碎掉stuck on nerve, that was her ex-colleauge's story. Really scared me eh. I was like thinking what would happen to me if that was me. I wouldn't be able to write properly, bathe properly, etc. That would be horrible. Later got piano, but don't feel like going. I want to study. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2406388524530118514?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2406388524530118514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2406388524530118514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2406388524530118514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2406388524530118514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2406388524530118514' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-5787637975197420906</id><published>2007-04-25T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:21:45.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I remember I did a compre yesterday. I think it really represents the life of some students. I would like to say some of my 感想s regarding that compre. I, don't have a life like that. But I definitely know people who lead that kind life. These people really very poor thing. They can score how many As I don't care, but, have their parents ever thought of their childhood? If you can't have fun during your childhood, when else can you? Uni, adulthood, jc? I don't think so. If you're already so damn busy in primary school and secondary school, do you really think you can have fun later? NO. Definitely NO. Heck, why am I so pissed? I think it's because it's a life full of stress, homework, assessments, tuition. I really feel those people are trapped in 牢笼, they cannot go free, they're binded by their parents, and all those horrible stuff I mentioned above. It's pouring outside now, haha. I think you all don't really know, but when it rains, and the sky turns grey, I turn grey too. 我也会从银星变成灰星，偶尔也会跟着雨一起“下雨”。这样的我，我想没多少人看过。我害怕晚上，因为那是我是最寂寞的时候。我讨厌寂寞，因为我经历过最难忍的寂寞。寂寞也是一种自由，但是最难受的自由。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-5787637975197420906?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5787637975197420906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=5787637975197420906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5787637975197420906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5787637975197420906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5787637975197420906' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-799586388526816650</id><published>2007-04-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:56:51.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I have good news! Well, maybe it's mostly good. My grandma is going to Genting from Wed till Fri. That means, nobody will be at home to nag at me and my sister, BUT we have no one to cook dinner for us. That isn't really a problem, we can either eat maggi mee or just cook spagetti. We have the made ready sauce. == Yes, I'm not that smart, even though I have never attended home econs. Ahahahahaha. Days of peace! Days of no matter what time you come back it's ok! But I would be home latest by 4. Haha, I'm not that pai kia. Eeks, better continue studying my sciences. BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-799586388526816650?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/799586388526816650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=799586388526816650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/799586388526816650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/799586388526816650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#799586388526816650' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-6033460220030830307</id><published>2007-04-23T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:19.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WAHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; is officially SPOILT. Dunno why it's spoilt, I was just listening to the Perhaps Love song from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goong&lt;/span&gt; then it just off on it's own, and then when I restart it, I see this icon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RiyNt-X51gI/AAAAAAAAACk/eA1IXv7cT0U/s1600-h/93936_4.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056572302607111682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RiyNt-X51gI/AAAAAAAAACk/eA1IXv7cT0U/s320/93936_4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yes, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; is sad and spoilt. I'm more sad. I got 83.3% for chem! YES. But 45.something for life science...x-X RAH. I got 23/30 for lit test(thank you!) and er the rest don't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. Rah. Who's going for the national museum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;excursion&lt;/span&gt;? I feel like going. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I think almost my whole class want to skip. But they have to come up with VALID(and fake) reasons. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;.....T-T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RiyNt-X51gI/AAAAAAAAACk/eA1IXv7cT0U/s1600-h/93936_4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-6033460220030830307?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6033460220030830307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=6033460220030830307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6033460220030830307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6033460220030830307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6033460220030830307' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RiyNt-X51gI/AAAAAAAAACk/eA1IXv7cT0U/s72-c/93936_4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-5426197246167236083</id><published>2007-04-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:29:27.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Rah. 51st post le. Haha. The string ensemble girls were so pissed. Hai, mr choo says this year the syf judging is really strict. Loads of schools are getting one notch below the last syf. Cheer up ok? You still got the next syf! Gambate! Next year get GWH! Make sure. Show those judges you deserve it. Go MG STRINGS! Hai, I wonder how the guitar ensemble would fare for the next syf. It is going to be my first and last time going for syf for the mg guitar ensemble. Haha. Sounds really sad. Lalalala. Nothing much to post larrhx, just wanted to comfort the poor things from strings! Oh ya, and GAMBATE all other performing arts groups for their syf. I believe you all will do well. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-5426197246167236083?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5426197246167236083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=5426197246167236083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5426197246167236083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5426197246167236083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5426197246167236083' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-6485130313872200461</id><published>2007-04-20T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:17:28.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haix. Got math project to do. Got mid-years coming up. Haix. Got geog ws also, somemore I haven't done my theory. Haix. Must do a description of wu zhun. This picture lorrhx! How to describe?!?! Haix. The sky so dark, going to pour le. Haix, rain means I would be sad. Haix. Why am I sighing so much?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ieenn.com/star/UploadFiles_6231/200611/20061119160703585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="263" alt="" src="http://www.ieenn.com/star/UploadFiles_6231/200611/20061119160703585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ieenn.com/star/UploadFiles_6231/200611/20061119160703585.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ieenn.com/star/UploadFiles_6231/200611/20061119160703585.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-6485130313872200461?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6485130313872200461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=6485130313872200461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6485130313872200461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6485130313872200461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6485130313872200461' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-7171737751322406720</id><published>2007-04-19T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:05:07.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;From today onwards, I'm removing that &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;'s link. I don't feel like disturbing anymore. They will be happy. I hope. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;T-T Liz said I look like a guy in my specs, or rather she said my specs look like guy specs and that I look weird in them. Jann-yee also say I don't look nice in them. Gloria says it really looks like guy specs but I wear look ok. She just needs time to get used to them. Liz also said I look like irritant in my specs also! AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!T-T WAHHHHHH! I thought I would look better! Really&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am removing someone's tag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;, successfully removed. xP THAM HUI YU! You better give me your password prompt thing fast ok. If not I KILL YOU. I hope another someone can't read what I wrote...x-X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-7171737751322406720?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7171737751322406720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=7171737751322406720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7171737751322406720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7171737751322406720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7171737751322406720' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-5378060421891881620</id><published>2007-04-18T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:12:18.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I WANT: to get into triple science(but i think it's HIGHLY impossible.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I HATE: &lt;em&gt;some people...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I REGRET: not studying hard ever since I came into secondary school. AND eating too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I LOVE: everybody! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I SHOULD: not regret anymore and STUDY HARD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WHEN YOU SEE THIS NAME YOU THINK OF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;RYAN: er...no one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DOUG: doughnut. x-X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;JOHN: Potato. Arhh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SCOTT: Er, none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;KENNY: my cousin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;IN THE LAST FEW DAYS, HAVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CRIED? yes, reading my novels. I SUPER EMO DE. ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HELPED SOMEONE? Yes, I helped cheryl with her sbj training...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;GOTTEN SICK? Yeah, got flu for 2 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;GONE OUT TO THE MOVIES? Er...that was last month so not counted bahhx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;GONE OUT FOR DINNER? YES! I said I went out for dinner on saturday right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SAID "I LOVE YOU"? No, maybe I would. ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER? Real letter??? I wrote letters to my mortal...does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL? No, unless you count blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WOULD YOU EVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. EAT A BUG? NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. BUNGEE JUMP? I think? But I like scared of heights ehhx....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. REVERSE SLIDE? what's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. KILL SOMEONE? Kill? Hmmm. No, even if someone like my sister really aggravates me, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. WALK ON HOT COALS? NO. I would not risk burning my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6. GO OUT TO EAT WITH A COMPLETE STRANGER? One day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7. GO OUT W/ SOMEONE FOR THEIR REPUTATION? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;9. PURPOSELY HURT SOMEONE? I hope not, or rather hope I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10. RUN A RED LIGHT? Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;11. WOULD YOU DYE YOUR HAIR BLUE? Not dying my hair. I like my natural colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;12. MAKE SOMEONE CRY? I think I would. x-X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;13. STAY UP ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT? One day if I go mad, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THE LAST PERSON WHO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. SLEPT ON THE SAME BED WITH YOU? Hmmm. No one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. SAW YOU CRY? God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. YOU SAW CRY? Djw, loads of people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. WENT TO THE MOVIES WITH? My family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. LAST PERSON YOU WENT FOR DINNER? My paternal side of the family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6. CALLED: Er...I don't recall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DO YOU PREFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. FLOWERS OR CANDY? Is chocolate counted as candy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. GREY OR BLACK? black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. COLOUR OR BLACK? colour, duhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. SUNRISE OR SUNSET? I'm fine with both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. STAYING UP LATE OR WAKING UP EARLY? Staying up late, I ever stayed up till 3am! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Right, I got this quiz from louise, who got it from nadine, who got it from her friend. HAHA. Rah. I feel so bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-5378060421891881620?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5378060421891881620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=5378060421891881620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5378060421891881620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5378060421891881620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5378060421891881620' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-5106394766621045841</id><published>2007-04-18T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:03:50.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;RAH. PW now. Anyone knows how to password prompt? I want a password prompt. Then I can prevent UNWANTED and UNKNOWN people from reading my personal stuff and tagging. Then people who want to visit can ask me for the password. Ok. _____ like found out I'm her angel le. 0-O I wonder who my angel is. Why must grace always know my angels? Haha, must admit she is resourceful. Louise and grace have been nice as my angel and mortal. THANK YOU! ______ says I still look geeky in my new specs. Haix. I thought it would make me look better. Ting says I look like irritant in my new specs. I DO NOT see the resemblence. Oh ya! Liz hasn't seen me in my new specs yet. Mayee says I look much better in this specs. Oops, gtg. PW finishing le. Update again at night. BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-5106394766621045841?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5106394766621045841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=5106394766621045841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5106394766621045841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/5106394766621045841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5106394766621045841' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-4689157230071072081</id><published>2007-04-17T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:54:20.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Today 5 items! Didn't eat any lunch. T-T All thanks to my math teacher, it's not like she doesn't know we have pft today right? I did 16 pull-ups, 30 push-ups, jumped don't know 170 sth, shuttle run got 10.4 secs, and er sit and reach 37cm. If I just did 1 more sit-up and pull-up i could have gotten more As! My points add up to 21 now, 2.4 run is thursday larrhx. Bleh, I am so unfit. Gambate ______! Wo zhi chi ni! When you need help just ask ok? Hehe. Today ______ said i was really cool, hahahahaha. I don't think I am, got my new specs today! Yeah. Now I don't have to worry about looking GEEKY in my specs. It's much nicer, and of course much more ex. Lalala. WORLD! Look out for a brand new fion with her nicer specs! That was so lame. == I shall not post a picture of me with my specs, but I shall take a pic of my specs only and post it. Happy happy. Oh ya! On saturday we celebrated my grandma's bday. So fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RiTAEjCAJCI/AAAAAAAAACM/kzG3Of8yW1E/s1600-h/Fion+and+lynn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RiTAFjCAJDI/AAAAAAAAACU/MaOAjR7VFyU/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054375883352056882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RiTAFjCAJDI/AAAAAAAAACU/MaOAjR7VFyU/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Right, I took this picture in Genting last year. At the left side is Lynn, in the middle on the table is Gene, her bro. At the right side is Raynard. Rah. They look cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RiTBWjCAJEI/AAAAAAAAACc/zI0rxqJ78Xo/s1600-h/Piggy+Rayson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054377274921460802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RiTBWjCAJEI/AAAAAAAAACc/zI0rxqJ78Xo/s320/Piggy+Rayson2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LOL. I made him post that way. This is Rayson, Raynard's bro. He is so CUTE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Right, now I have finished introducing my paternal cousins. Rah. Aren't they just SIMPLY ADORABLE?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-4689157230071072081?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4689157230071072081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=4689157230071072081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4689157230071072081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4689157230071072081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4689157230071072081' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6bzaV0gRFw/RiTAFjCAJDI/AAAAAAAAACU/MaOAjR7VFyU/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-646573014603716665</id><published>2007-04-13T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:05:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Rah. I'm in the comp lab now, it's Comp studies period. BUT, the cable or sth broke SO we are allowed to do anything we like. So, I'm posting. I am bored, hannah and eunice are sitting next to me looking at louise's blog. Haha, they're like reading thru louise's posts, and they discovered the BABOON tian shi thing and the brain &lt;em&gt;seows&lt;/em&gt; thing, so banana is like super pissed. Hehe. Louise's blog always very nice to read de, a lot of entertainment inside. Haha. Our class blog after that march holidays post then nobody else post le. Like so dead. Haha. I am seriously bored. I don't know where to go. Eee, this post like so lame horrhx. But I really don't know what to post larrhx! Sheesh. I shall end here. I really don't know what to post anymore. Maybe I'll delete this one away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-646573014603716665?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/646573014603716665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=646573014603716665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/646573014603716665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/646573014603716665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#646573014603716665' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-109775188411501242</id><published>2007-04-11T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:59:33.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Today is swim meet. SO HOT! x-X Almost evaporated. Luckily at around 8 plus the sun got covered by this HUGE cloud, so it didn't bother us anymore after that. I thank that cloud, if not I sure er faint or sth le. My flu is not getting better, and I spent half the morning sneezing and making sure my mucus doesn't flow out of my nose. Ew. It was really boring there larrhx. Olson WON the overall swim meet thing. So happy! First time I see my house win ehhx. I thought it was going to be Lee actually. I was sitting right on top of the stands, with louise, min ying, kelly, grace, jia, abby, ah ma, abigail, felicia and gloria. Rah. Piano was kinda of ok today, was 10 mins late. Haha. I had to keep redoing to momento musical piece, which was HORRIBLE. Oh crap, I just remembered. Tomorrow got pe. That means aching like shit again. GREAT MAN. The sky so dark outside, arhh! Here's a quiz I got from Louise/Lydia's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME&lt;br /&gt;Fion Lim Jinyi&lt;br /&gt;2.What colour pants are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Er, denim shorts?&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, this computer got no sound. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;4. ARE YOUR LEGS CROSSED?&lt;br /&gt;No? Yes? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;Er, some longan and gingo dessert. Gingo, EW.&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;Blue. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;The sky is dark, and it might rain soon.&lt;br /&gt;8. LAST PERSON YOU TAlKED TO ON THE PHONE??&lt;br /&gt;Er, my dad. Had to call him in order to be picked up.&lt;br /&gt;9. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Appearance? Most likely.&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?&lt;br /&gt;Er...sent? I copied this off someone else's blog! But Louise and Lydia are nice people. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, except I'm down with flu.&lt;br /&gt;12. FAVOURITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Soft drinks, ice tea, HOT CHOCOLATE!!! omg, love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;13. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a guai kia, I don't touch alcohol yet.&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;Swimming, cycling?&lt;br /&gt;15. HAIR COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;I like mine, brown but not too obvious. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;16.EYE COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I want to but long-sightedness DON'T HAVE!&lt;br /&gt;18. SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;One irritating young sister.&lt;br /&gt;19.FAVOURITE MONTH?&lt;br /&gt;August and June.&lt;br /&gt;20.FAVOURITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Er, all types? But not indian food. No disgusting stuff also.&lt;br /&gt;21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;Norbit?!&lt;br /&gt;22. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;My birthday bahhx, 26th august.&lt;br /&gt;23. SATURDAY OR SUNDAY?&lt;br /&gt;Er, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;24. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;br /&gt;I think so. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE MARMITE?&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. Marmite, nice. btw, it's that brown stuff people put into porridge, lydia and louise!&lt;br /&gt;26. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Winter. I rather have cold winds than the hot sun. &lt;br /&gt;27. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Both bahhx. But I prefer hugs a little more.&lt;br /&gt;28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE!!! Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get this in a email, so er, yes?&lt;br /&gt;30. Who's most LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;ER. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;ER. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;32. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS~I live in condo at hume ave. I have my own room, and it's a rubbish dump. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;My beloved chinese novels!&lt;br /&gt;34. DID YOU WAKE UP BEFORE YOUR ALARM WENT OFF?&lt;br /&gt;When I can't sleep?&lt;br /&gt;36. DO YOU MISS BIG BROTHER YET?&lt;br /&gt;Big brother? I have none.&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVOURITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;Cooking smells, baking smells, nice smelling stuff.&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT INSPIRES YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Er, I dunno. Chocolate? The com? People?&lt;br /&gt;39. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN?&lt;br /&gt;I like sweet ones. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVOURITE CRISPS?&lt;br /&gt;Sour cream and onion, classic, barbequeue ruffles and lays.&lt;br /&gt;41. FAVOURITE CAR?&lt;br /&gt;ER. Some nice black BMW car.&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVOURITE FLOWER?&lt;br /&gt;Er...I don't know. Don't really get flowers or go look for their names or stuff, so.&lt;br /&gt;43. How MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING?&lt;br /&gt;3, my room key, my house key and letterbox key.&lt;br /&gt;44. CAN YOU JUGGLE?&lt;br /&gt;No. So lan.&lt;br /&gt;45. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;Er, thursday?&lt;br /&gt;46. RED OR WHITE WINE?&lt;br /&gt;Wine, I don't drink ehhx. But I was forced to try red wine before. BITTER!&lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;Have a steamboat dinner. My whole paternal side of the family was there. Yay. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;48. DO YOU OWN A DONOR CARD?&lt;br /&gt;No, but maybe next time I would.&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE &lt;br /&gt;MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, there's maths today.&lt;br /&gt;50. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ONCE YOU HAVE FINISHED THIS?&lt;br /&gt;Continue surfing the web.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-109775188411501242?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/109775188411501242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=109775188411501242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/109775188411501242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/109775188411501242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#109775188411501242' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-2204755678099625677</id><published>2007-04-07T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:48:51.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa. Yes, today I went for a concert again. This time, in my jeans. Started theory class again today, Ms Koh said we all suddenly look grown-up. Haha. After theory I went over to ting's house for lunch and to do some theory hw. Then I went to tuition. And came out of tuition. Then ting came to fetch me and we went to esplanade. First time go Thai Express to eat dinner. Had pineapple fried rice and a cup of hot chocolate, ting ordered same. Then we shopped about for a while and walked over to the concert hall there. We saw dora only after a while, and were wondering if the whole 2h and 2e people were ponning, until we saw more of them. Hehe. Saw this nice thing at the esplanade shop, something to do with phantom of opera. Liz! If you see it don't buy ok!!! And tell me if you like that thing. That Qin Li-Wei guy so into the music man, and he has some weird habits regarding breathing. Haha, he kept looking at the conductor like as if he loved her or sth. The conductor was from MG!!! All shocked. Ms Kon, and the defence minister were here for this concert. I guess Ms Kon came as she and the conductor were friends? Regarding the minister I dunno liao. The Yong Siew Toh Conservatory super good eh! I like the Romeo and Juliet movements, sorry I slept thru like 2 of them. I don't understand why when the music was so loud and i was almost right in front of the orchestra i could still sleep peacefully. Am I that tired, or just refusing to listen? I dunno. Tomorrow got to do the ice-cream sticks thing with my fellow CIP members. West mall, hmmm. I hope we get work done, if not cheryl sure KILL me. That's it. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-2204755678099625677?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2204755678099625677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=2204755678099625677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2204755678099625677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/2204755678099625677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2204755678099625677' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-8193426831059782233</id><published>2007-04-06T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:48:22.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARHH! I ACHE LIKE SHIT NOW LA! I CAN'T EVEN GET OUT OF BED. MY LEG MUSCLES HURT, MY STOMACH MUSCLES HURT, MY ARM MUSCLES HURT. HOW AM I GOING TO GET TO THEORY TOMORROW? RAH. I STAND UP, SIT DOWN, LIE  DOWN ALL HURT LA. I CAN'T EVEN BEND DOWN EH! WAHHHHHH. IF BY THE TIME PFT STILL PAIN, THEN HOW TO DO?!?!?!?! WAHHHH, MUST ASK PE TEACHER NOT TO LET PE BE SO TIRING. BUT I THINK IT'S IMPOSSIBLE. WAHHHH. AM I THAT UNFIT, OR IS THE WHOLE CLASS LIKE THAT ALSO? I HAVE TO STRUGGLE TO STAND, SIT AND EVEN SLEEP. CRAP LA, JUST CRAP. I FEEL LIKE A 1000 YRS OLD AH MA NOW LA. AH MA EVEN BETTER THAN ME, AT LEAST THEY CAN STILL WALK WITHOUT ACHING. WAHHHHHHH! Sorry about the caps, I'm really aching. Thank goodness my fingers aren't aching. Have a nice Good Friday you all! Oops, good friday is supposed to be sad. SORRY! x-X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-8193426831059782233?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8193426831059782233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=8193426831059782233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/8193426831059782233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/8193426831059782233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8193426831059782233' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-7077912347707471784</id><published>2007-04-05T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:48:05.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah man! I have never been shopping since so long ago. My aunt! Yeah, she's the BEST. We went to wisma atria. o-O We went to GAP, and we spent like 1 hour over in there, I was quite bored. But I got myself a nice spagetti purple stripped shirt, AND I got a nice pair of sequined green slippers. Yeah. Then we went to starbucks. I got the warm chocolate cake thing. OMG, melted chocolate was poured over the pudding shaped cake. It's SINFUL, so SINFUL. Then I had a BIG cup of HOT CHOCOLATE. Oh gosh, I felt so full. Full of SINFUL CHOCOLATE. I am never doing that ever again, but I guess once every quater of a year is ok? Haha. My aunt got mango cheesecake, and a cup of mango blended tea. Well, ended up I ate my chocolate cake and half of all that mango stuff. Yes, my aunt has a EXTREME small appetite. Haha, no wonder I was so bloated. Enough about sinful desserts. PE was HORRIBLE. I am aching all over. I managed to help ____ with her SBJ, teacher asked ME to demo Inclined Pull-ups. HELP. Lala. Tomorrow is a holiday. YAY, no math. Hahahahaha. So glad. Sorry grace! I didn't mean the my mortal was horrible thing. I protected you! GO check! ^-^ Ya, ok. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-7077912347707471784?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7077912347707471784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=7077912347707471784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7077912347707471784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/7077912347707471784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7077912347707471784' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-1627809290466456881</id><published>2007-04-04T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:47:25.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DJW was so cool! Gosh, that pastor Jeremy so funny! Heehee. Maybe, I am just like that also. I pretend everything's fine, everybody thinks I'm fine, but I'm not. Completely not. Maybe I really really need someone to be there. I was amazed my whole class stood up to say Yes I want to receive Jesus into my Life kind of thing. Wow man, just wow. o-O I'm not trying to like be mean or what, but I was really really amazed. Piano today was fine, haha. Luckily fine, I didn't practice ehhx. I seriously wonder, why did I even choose mep? I could have just gone to some other school and then meet lizzy and ting at acjc, why subject myself to such torture?!?!?! But I really really couldn't bear to leave, and let liz hit me. Yeah, so. AND I was not planning to pay 200 plus per month, I'll probably have to earn it or sth. About my month personality thing.(August: Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of "that someone". Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by "no pain no gain" caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter.) I am going to see, how true is this. I'm outgoing? Maybe. Yes I take risks, and often landing up the one hurt. Maybe I DO feed on attention, cause when everybody ignores me, I feel dead. No self-control, YES, I don't have self-control. Kind hearted eh? That's what everyone tells me. x-X Self-confident?!?!?! Are you kidding? I do not have self-confidence. Loud and boisterious? When with close people I think. VERY revengeful, yeah. Easy to get along with and talk to, maybe. What is everything's peachy? Ya, I like to talk and sing to MYSELF. I love pop music, not MEP. I am a daydreamer, yes. I am VERY easily distracted. Ya, I loathe people who don't trust me. Ya, my imagination very BIG. Who doesn't love to be loved? I HATE STUDYING, who doesn't? Maybe I need someone. I long for freedom, I am rebellious. Ya, what's wrong with no pain no gain? I am ALWAYS a suspect. Playful, but mysterious?! I am beautiful?!?!?! Stubborn, curious, independent. But strong willed? A figher? Most likely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-1627809290466456881?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1627809290466456881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=1627809290466456881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1627809290466456881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1627809290466456881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1627809290466456881' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-6795264130750158234</id><published>2007-03-30T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:46:32.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah. I am so bored. I realised the reason why I always cry. I always put myself in that person's shoe, I feel what's she's feeling(in a way). Ya, that's my conclusion. So the 100 days thing, is impossible bahhx, unless you want me to totally not put myself in anybody's shoes anymore, which I think is a bit like heartless. My imagination really very feng fu ehhx, I just realised. Seriously, but I shall not elaborate. Now, I have to bring my sister for art class AGAIN. Damn it. When has this become my responsibility? I already brought her last week ok! Wth. I must bring her to art class, settle her lunch etc. She think I what, HER MAID ARHHX?!?!?! Then, because I have to follow her here and there like MAD, I'll be very tired. So that also means no computer tomorrow. Heck larrhx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-6795264130750158234?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6795264130750158234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=6795264130750158234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6795264130750158234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/6795264130750158234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6795264130750158234' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-1984484871002207751</id><published>2007-03-30T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:46:06.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this from one of my emails. I am clearing my inbox now larrhx, so. Think it's quite erm, accurate. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest And loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April: Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High-spirited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: You've got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August: Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of "that someone". Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by "no pain no gain" caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September: Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October: Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November: Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December: This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible... Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-1984484871002207751?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1984484871002207751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=1984484871002207751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1984484871002207751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/1984484871002207751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1984484871002207751' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-4654854204549162596</id><published>2007-03-29T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:43:56.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/kJHx6i8NgwY' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/kJHx6i8NgwY'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;龚诗嘉 - 再一次拥有 &lt;br /&gt;This is the video of zai yi ci yong you, the lyrics are below. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-4654854204549162596?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4654854204549162596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=4654854204549162596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4654854204549162596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/4654854204549162596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4654854204549162596' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21795687.post-245468202391209353</id><published>2007-03-29T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:43:39.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我今天有空，所以用华语来type。天使凡人的游戏被我搞砸了啦！grace知道了啦！我真是笨蛋。　她差一点儿把我杀死，幸好我没有听她的话。&gt;&lt; 我妹妹怎么这么讨人厌！我只用45分钟，她要我在15分钟后关掉电脑。她怎么跟妈咪一样啦！气死我了啦。我不管，我偏偏就不听她的，我凭什么要听她的? 我可是她的姐姐，怎么能听她的?!?!?!?! 管她的，我就是不听! HMPH. 我忘了那100天的约定，今天刚想起。只剩下44天了！我成功地读完一本小说，而且没哭！原因：故事太无趣了啦！无所谓，至少我没哭。好了，再见咯！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21795687-245468202391209353?l=shooting--stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/feeds/245468202391209353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21795687&amp;postID=245468202391209353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/245468202391209353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21795687/posts/default/245468202391209353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooting--stars.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#245468202391209353' title=''/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264300284930927906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
