<?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-18798457</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:42:33.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imee :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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>331</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18798457.post-116611145654210340</id><published>2006-12-14T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:50:57.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere in Jakarta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ this is a conversation between Jo and Shearen last night when Jo stayed over at Shearen's house ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo :&lt;/strong&gt; MWAHAHAHHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shearen :&lt;/strong&gt; Jo, enough la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo :&lt;/strong&gt; WAHLAO, a mosquito bit my eyebag! O.O&lt;br /&gt;* waves her hand all around and start grabbing shearen's hand while pointing to her mosquito-bitten eyebag.&lt;br /&gt;Shearen : LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... it's actually a conversation I imagined la, BUT, her eyebag really got bitten by a mosquito [ according to Shearen lol ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shearen, I hope you're doing fine over there, coping with Jo and things like that :p Jo... I hope you're doing fine too heeeeeee, I offered to break Sam's legs so that he can get MC to go Jkt but he didn't want to take it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meanwhile, In Singapore,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAINING WAS FUN TODAY. :D Five C-Divs turned up while 2 B-Divs turned up. Wynne, don't like you la wahlao, I came cos of you and you didn't come in the end. So It was Arina and me combined wityh the Riverside team. It was raining you see, so after probbaly ten minutes of court work ( Bok screamed a lot ), we played games under the shelter. Now when I say game, I mean circuit training, and we have to compete which team will complete it faster. Well, our team won woooooooo. Then we played this butt game where all had to lie down and put your hands up and we have to lift the person up and transport them down to the end of the line. It felt like a full body Osim massage, I like :p Then we tried to pass Mr Bok down ( YES CAN YOU BELIEVE IT ) but it failed. It was too overwhleming for the primary six netballers and then he fell on them. O.O This TKP girl got squashed at the side of the face by him that her lips bled omg. Then we had this bonding game where we stood in a circle and sat on each other's lap and had to sing songs, move to the left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, Vivien came to fetch me from Damai, ooooh, with a car. Lol, I was really shocked I tell you. My first friend who drives a car ( with a triangle sign of course ) and off we go to church to find Fr.Aloycious to confirm her First Holy Communion. Well, we went for "Advent Penitential Celebration" mass and wel eft halfway cos we weren't ready for confession :(&lt;br /&gt;Katong Laksa, and off we go on the search for my favourtie Plum Juice drink. I could only find it in Cold Storage Katong mall and we passed by the machine where you slot in $1 coin and then you turn the thing and a rubber ball will come out. Well, I wanted a smiley face one and this is what we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4570/519/1600/850500/Image(199).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4570/519/200/67034/Image%28199%29.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we didn't give up! Sadly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4570/519/1600/991344/Image(201).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4570/519/200/14443/Image%28201%29.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad face, a purple thingy, and a picture seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a fun day, in fact, one of the best days during this whole holiday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MjJuuZbOxn/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah, Imeem.com, mym.com &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116611145654210340?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116611145654210340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116611145654210340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116611145654210340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116611145654210340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/12/somewhere-in-jakarta-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116317643275273558</id><published>2006-11-11T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:33:53.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't regret coming into 3D at all, man :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, all of you! Ms.Goh, hope you liked the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A riddle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a dog at the North pole?&lt;br /&gt;Ans : Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Jie Rong didn't find it funny. HE has a bad sense of humour..right?&lt;br /&gt;ANYYYYYYYYWAY, I guess pictures will be up soon. In the curlies' blog I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channing tatum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/stepup6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/stepup6.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miko, if this is what you're talking abt, it's HORIZONTAL, not vertical. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, my daily expression. ( courtesy of Mr.Wang and Wan Swen )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/DSC00700-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/DSC00700-1.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Beebee giving her usual look while listening to iPod and Althea grinning as usual.&lt;br /&gt;^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for this mrng / afternoon. &lt;3&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116317643275273558?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116317643275273558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116317643275273558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116317643275273558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116317643275273558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-regret-coming-into-3d-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116305228639382484</id><published>2006-11-09T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:04:46.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what, NO MORE truncated liaoooooz. From tomorrow onwards, I can wake up at about....11 everyday? :D Wanted to wake up at 5 this mrng to study for chem test, but... I fell asleep when setting the alarm, so ended up waking quite late. Another failed attempt, as usual. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I feel super lazy to blog liao. It's either Blogger or internet screws up on me, or I'll just end up deleting the whole chunk of paragraph away from the post.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;3D! Tomorrow's bbq is at ECP BBQ pit 12. If you haven't paid to Istilah, pay $5 tomorrow. Whoever wants to come and buy food are welcomed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chek Jawa yesterday was really an experience. People, stop littering the sea already lah. The currents wash all the rubbish up the coast. They even have barnacles growing on them. These are few of the things we picked up.&lt;br /&gt;- fishing net that weighs like a person ( according to Wr )&lt;br /&gt;- half a chair with barnacles growing on them.&lt;br /&gt;- urn(s)&lt;br /&gt;- bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;- rice sacks&lt;br /&gt;- lots of ropes&lt;br /&gt;- scarfs&lt;br /&gt;- clothes&lt;br /&gt;- huge dreamcatcher&lt;br /&gt;- tyres&lt;br /&gt;- dolls. ( this one is really... )&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nothing else that's of much interest to you people :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went to look at the marine life near the coast, and we had to walk through muddy grounds. Nicholas's booties almost sunk, but after much effort ( and help ), I managed to get my whole feet out of the thingy. And haha, I fell on my hand, cos I tripped over dunno what, and oh boy, the mud / water was super salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Starhub decides to hate me again, I shall end here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooh, 12 days away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116305228639382484?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116305228639382484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116305228639382484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116305228639382484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116305228639382484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/11/guess-what-no-more-truncated-liaoooooz.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116282195184572133</id><published>2006-11-06T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:05:52.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today? Today was a .... humji day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116282195184572133?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116282195184572133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116282195184572133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116282195184572133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116282195184572133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116256045644385114</id><published>2006-11-03T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:27:37.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo you! I've been SERIOUSLY too lazy to blog nowadays if you've noticed. I usually type a long post about absolutely nothing at all, and then I just exit the page and tada, I go to sleep. So today I shall blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;Winston : I'm not Hg! If only there's a Hb for you.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth : Well, well, he's wearing a... omg I can't rmb what's it called.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth : There's actually such a restaurant ah. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Guesswho: Pull? uh ?&lt;br /&gt;hownowbrowncow : huhhh? Wf ah?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : oob! I'm still waiting for your call~ ticktock.&lt;br /&gt;Soonhao : Hello! I still can't tag at your blog.-.-&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah : Why not I put it inside the room and you stay inside and see what happens? :p&lt;br /&gt;Huiming : heeeeeeeey! long time no seeeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;Joel : Hello, Joel. K, I'll link u ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;:D : Haha, there you go. An update. Who're you btw? You sound like Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week of truncated's over. Another week to go, and we're finally "breaking free". Gosh, who wakes up at 6.30 ( 7.30 for Nicole ) during the hols? Sec ones and twos, better appreciate your hols, man. Laugh at us now before it's your turn. Mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;And no, people aren't exactly free during the hols. Cca, self-study in school, overseas trips, family time, O levels. We get tied down by all these thingalings but I think by the time December comes, we'll have ample time to breeeeeeeeathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, 2 out of 23 netball trainings are over. Total travelling time to get to training and back is about two hours each time. zzz. And we're so pai seh when we get up the bus, cos we stink up the whole place. Well, what to do, hot mah. Practically all of us go home super tired and all we want to do is shower and K.O on the bed. And for these past two trainings, never cool down probably, and see what happened. I take twice the speed to climb up and down straicase and I take three times the effort to sit down and get up. And I'm not alone :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be climbing the Great Wall of China soon. I'll give myself a pat on the back if I really managed to get to the top alive and unfrozen. Mummy say there may be snow but I don't think so, right? I wanted so badly to go to Australia this holiday and go for a long overseas trip but under some circumstances, plans withdrawn. But.. I won't mind going to London too actually. Go visit my brother there and he can show me around. That'd be niceeeeeeeeee :D Okay, enough with the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy birthday Kor! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm off to watch TV!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116256045644385114?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116256045644385114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116256045644385114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116256045644385114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116256045644385114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/11/boo-you-ive-been-seriously-too-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116239058282335976</id><published>2006-11-01T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:17:46.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look look look! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qow4VmTdwsE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qow4VmTdwsE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sodium and Potassium reacting with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEMZoFV_1-M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEMZoFV_1-M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caesium's reaction with water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116239058282335976?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116239058282335976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116239058282335976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116239058282335976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116239058282335976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-look-look-d-sodium-and-potassium.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116233502760612220</id><published>2006-11-01T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T06:50:28.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning y'all :D&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, Imeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116233502760612220?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116233502760612220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116233502760612220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116233502760612220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116233502760612220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-morning-yall-d-lots-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116221572808938096</id><published>2006-10-30T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:10:39.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post was due yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{TAG REPLIES BELOW.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Biennale, I like! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exactly how sure are you when you say you're quite sure? Mmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, internet's often down nowadays, it's irritating. Once again, my things are screwing up on me again. My iTunes cant upload songs into my iPod, my Tv's screen is unclear, my internet go nuts, my phone.. that one is the worst one. Anyway, my point is... David can explain for me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture time ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; HEIGHT: 120px" height="441" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1040.jpg" width="316" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole's fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY104.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1041.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1042.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was two days ago. Now, it's... not as clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0992.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0992.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny paper crane that some folded during the South East CDC project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0992.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0993.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1E, good job :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While clearing my room, these are the things I dug out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0990.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0990.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Macs. My mum made the whole family eat Macs breakfast everyday for one period of time just to collect all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0988.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0988.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duck belongs to my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0989.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0989.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to put them in that position cos it couldn't stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0991.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0991.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International snoopies. Guess who's at the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we were on the way back to school from Discovery Centre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1036.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1037.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Althea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1039.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1039.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1038.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo. ( sorry lazy rotate )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1035.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Rong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY1030.jpg" width="167" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, this is the Adrenaline rush thing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to tags :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xyz &lt;/strong&gt;: how can i forget you?hmm,like that lor.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jasmine(3d): &lt;/strong&gt;i wanted to go so badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jina &lt;/strong&gt;: gayyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wan swen&lt;/strong&gt; : yeah, man. stuff worth posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jo &lt;/strong&gt;: her blog got many many many pop ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr&lt;/strong&gt; : Let's duet again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boon&lt;/strong&gt; : eyebags, no good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheepo&lt;/strong&gt; : at least im not purple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt; : tee hee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asheem &lt;/strong&gt;: Filial piety......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr&lt;/strong&gt; : nah, update liaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miswan&lt;/strong&gt; : belated to you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miswan&lt;/strong&gt; : cos ... well. yeah. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vandy&lt;/strong&gt; : I can't believe you actually googled and found this blog la. Anyway, so are you going Paris for your hols? Mum keep saying you're working very hard there ..but I duess you're slacking, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vandy&lt;/strong&gt; : once in a while.HMM. lol. work here la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vandy &lt;/strong&gt;: it's cuter than you, kor. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jojo&lt;/strong&gt; : TIM! thanks for the lollies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; : LOL. so typical kenneth :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; : bingo. Indo snoopy.lol. got snoopy restaurant?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr&lt;/strong&gt; : yeah, it blew them out of my window. gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vandy&lt;/strong&gt; : I had no choice, kor. You know the only time I clear my desk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vandy&lt;/strong&gt; : mum wants to throw them away. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116221572808938096?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116221572808938096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116221572808938096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116221572808938096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116221572808938096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-post-was-due-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116221497592713714</id><published>2006-10-30T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:29:36.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We'll take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vandy : ...kor? Is that YOU? o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116221497592713714?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116221497592713714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116221497592713714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116221497592713714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116221497592713714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-take-it-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116219776552985735</id><published>2006-10-30T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:42:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;okay this isn't Imee here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just left my house and left me with a task to blog in her blog to tell the entire world that she can't blog cos her com is down wown wown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116219776552985735?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116219776552985735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116219776552985735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116219776552985735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116219776552985735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/d-okay-this-isnt-imee-here.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116170028181361701</id><published>2006-10-24T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:31:22.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have I known earlier, I wouldn't have sacrificed 3D class outing to stay home and take care of you. :( Filial piety, filial piety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gives you the right to describe her in such a way that makes yourself sound like you're any better? Yea, you may dislike her behaviour or etc, but the way you put it makes people cringe. Yes, literally cringe. At least I did. Have you forgotten how it felt to be in HER place? Please don't implicate others into this, it's your business.&lt;br /&gt;A change...we &lt;em&gt;assumed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall elaborate more about ytd in tomorrow's post.&lt;br /&gt;Teen angst ... where's the limit? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Teen USA is pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of making Ama's bday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custom-made cap and the pretty pencilbox! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116170028181361701?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116170028181361701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116170028181361701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116170028181361701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116170028181361701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-i-known-earlier-i-wouldnt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116161253066912461</id><published>2006-10-23T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:08:51.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha thingies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/2000867664071099507_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/2000867664071099507_rs.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the advert. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/2003926825171669334_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/2003926825171669334_rs.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/2004589816834877811_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/2004589816834877811_rs.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page cannot be displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/2000250663499874729_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/2000250663499874729_rs.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now. TAG REPLIES. I'm actually doing this faithfully woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mini&lt;/strong&gt; : Hello mini ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asheem&lt;/strong&gt; : Shush shush shush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep&lt;/strong&gt; : No la, you look cute always :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G33kb3ng&lt;/strong&gt; : Ok ok, g33kb3ng. Still g33k anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Swen&lt;/strong&gt; : No worries, nothing of that sort. Don't get a shock la! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Swen&lt;/strong&gt; : I lazy go upload in Photobucket. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yan Jun&lt;/strong&gt; : Yeah, man! Ever since the road incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jie Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : I'm alive and kicking. Too bad :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : I'd love to say yes, but honestly... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milo&lt;/strong&gt; : Shh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G33kb3ng&lt;/strong&gt; : Am I supposed to figure that out? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Swen&lt;/strong&gt; : Goon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dewi&lt;/strong&gt; : HAI. Implications, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xyz&lt;/strong&gt; : hmm, have you tagged before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Althea&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, really? which entry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boon&lt;/strong&gt; : goodx1234friend. you're the &lt;s&gt;nice&lt;/s&gt; random boy. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby&lt;/strong&gt; : You too, dearest, you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayaka &lt;/strong&gt;: Ugh. lol, yes see you tomorrow, smartypants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably update more later on or something. Currently feeling super tired. Finally managed to drag myself out of the house to do some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night , darlings. :)&lt;br /&gt;28 days. 28 days. 28 days! &lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : To those taking the retests, all the best, esp to my bff, jia you man.. if I can be of any help, come find me k! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to all Muslims.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116161253066912461?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116161253066912461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116161253066912461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116161253066912461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116161253066912461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha-thingies-d-i-like-advert.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116153287113597088</id><published>2006-10-22T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:01:11.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been seeing nothing but the ugly side of the world, and the beautiful part of my life is 29 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays when I get out of my house, I have this feeling like the world is gonna end soon. Those kind of feeling where you just stand at one corner, and the streets are deserted, and all you see is paper flying, and you're alone. Lol, nevermind about that. Yeah, as I was saying, the ugly side of the world, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I switch on my teevee, the first channel I switch to is Discovery Channel. ( too lazy to watch Chinese dramas on Ch55 already.) Volcanoes, earthquakes, tsunamis. The documentary on 'BomBali' made quite a big impact to me and there was this programme called 'Psychic witness' and in one of the cases, two men plotted to kill both their wives. The story went like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man A and Man B wanted to kill Wife A first, so they hid in the closet and pounced on her. She ran out of the room of course, and ran into the kitchen. Man A took a baseball bat and started hitting her, with Man B hitting her with who-knows-what. Toddler A heard his mum screaming, so he came out of his room and ran into the kitchen and towards his mom. He tried to protect his mom by covering her with his own body. Man B whacked the son for getting in the way. Man A got pissed cos Man B was supposed to help him kill his wife, not the son. So both men started fighting, and it went on for hours. After that, they were exhausted. So they sat infront of the TV drinking beer, with Wife A bleeding profusely lying on the floor infront of them. Then Man A called the police, saying that their family has been assaulted. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't exactly help that the haze is still here, and that makes the atmosphere even more... grey.&lt;br /&gt;Morbid~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been too quick to judge. It was an unfair judgement. What she said today kind of made me realise that. I'll have to really sort out exactly what the hell is going on in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class outing on Tuesday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116153287113597088?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116153287113597088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116153287113597088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116153287113597088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116153287113597088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-been-seeing-nothing-but-ugly-side.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116144572942880028</id><published>2006-10-21T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:48:49.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knelt to pray but not for long,&lt;br /&gt;I had too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;I had to hurry and get to work&lt;br /&gt;For bills would soon be due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,&lt;br /&gt;And jumped up off my knees.&lt;br /&gt;My Christian duty was now done&lt;br /&gt;My soul could rest at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long I had no time&lt;br /&gt;To spread a word of cheer.&lt;br /&gt;No time to speak of Christ to friends,&lt;br /&gt;They'd laugh at me I'd fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time, no time, too much to do,&lt;br /&gt;That was my constant cry,&lt;br /&gt;No time to give to souls in need&lt;br /&gt;But at last the time, the time to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went before the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I came, I stood with downcast eyes.&lt;br /&gt;For in his hands God held a book;&lt;br /&gt;It was the book of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God looked into his book and said&lt;br /&gt;"Your name I cannot find.&lt;br /&gt;I once was going to write it down...&lt;br /&gt;But never found the time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I'm not worthy to receive You,&lt;br /&gt;but just say the word and I shall be healed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116144572942880028?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116144572942880028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116144572942880028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116144572942880028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116144572942880028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-knelt-to-pray-but-not-for-long-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116135272388850386</id><published>2006-10-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:58:44.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gratitude today goes out to Nicole, my mom and Winnie.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to Nicole once again, troubled you a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;My mom is good when it comes to taking care of a sick daughter. She makes sure I won't get hungry or thirsty and every 5 mins she'd come into the room and check on my condition and will adjust the blanket cos I always kick it away. So now, I'm alive and working fine again after taking a two hour or so rest. In the first place, I don't even know why I had gastric flu. I've had more than enough rest and proper regular meals. What's the probleeeeeeeeeem? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is super slack. Don't even see the point of going la, actually. No harm anyway, class bonding time. Lol. Playing murderer with my classmates is super fun. Some people like Wan Swen didn't realise she was the other murdered and she suicided, lol, and Imma didn't know she was the murderer so no one started the killing until Leon told everyone to check their cards again. Imma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! My com's working already! Did i mention that already? Bro's friend came over and revived it. :D All my music and pictures are intact. He actually used an eraser to clean some stuff inside the motherboard / modem. I'm a computer noob don't blame me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised. I always stop talking to people whom I need to talk to. But for some cases, I've tried and it has become a one-sided thing so I see absolutely no point. But for others that still try to intiate, I appreciate it. It's pretty sad to see who tries and who doesn't, cos you'll just get disappointed in the end. zzz right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated to Amalina &amp;amp; Wootnick! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pH value 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/CIMG0074.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/CIMG0074.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116135272388850386?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116135272388850386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116135272388850386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116135272388850386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116135272388850386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/gratitude-today-goes-out-to-nicole-my.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116117513175997900</id><published>2006-10-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:48:32.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to popular demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0975.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0975.1.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0974.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0974.1.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sixteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0973.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0973.1.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what's the i WON for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0976.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0976.0.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt #1, failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0977.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0977.1.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures will be up in the next post. Blogger refuses to upload anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I'm having cold, sore throat and cough. Damn the haze and damn the influenza virus currently circulating..everywhere. I feel like as if there's a pipe stuffed down my throat. Now I regret not listening to my mom.. yes, people, when they tell you to drink more water, go drink more water. Prevention is still better than cure. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;It has become a daily routine to hear funne sneezes coming from Abby during national anthem that goes like chik chik chik and Jo blowing her nose in English class like there's no one else around. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday training schedule is out. Thrice a week, four hours each and break only on the Christmas week. We still have to go after our truncated timetable :( Well well, east zone is on Jan, so yeah la, don't complain already. Intensive training fooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten all our results back, and phew, managed to pass all of them. I'm glad enough that TKH didn't write any 'See me' on the paper despite me failing Section B. Slight disappointment in my chem results I guess, cos that's the subject I have been constantly studying for, and yet, it might be one of the lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESULTS ASIDE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "You, me and Dupree" on Sunday with Dewi. She managed to be smuggled in quite easily. We still attended A maths tuition before that even when exams are over. Mr Youn was quite surprised to see the both of us there. We love maths too much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past three days have been hmm, full of suspense. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to fetch my brother from the airport this morning at 5. Budget terminal lives up to its name, but yet, it's much nicer than the airport in my hometown, considering that it's open space and it's super small. Oh, and it's temporary closed now. Sigh. Winnie spotted it on The Straits Time coverpage today. Airoplanes can't land or take off cos of the haze. Airplane businesses will take a dip. :(&lt;br /&gt;If you still don't know, my hometown's name is Pontianak. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I was the only one who have something against you. Doesn't seem like it anymore. You're so insensitive, so uncaring. Everything just have to go your way. We're all so sick and tired of getting all your shit for practically nothing at all. We all depend on you, no doubt, but you're just abusing everything you have. Maybe it's just me, but for 16 years, it has been kept inside, and sadly, it always has to be. Respect, that's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, total ownage, man. 5-0 and lots of cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoutouts to certain people!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah : Tiqah! don't like that ler, we're gonna work harder nx year ^^&lt;br /&gt;Wei Rong : You still have chem, weiiiiiiiiiiiirong! :)&lt;br /&gt;Abby : Don't give up on your chinese WOR.&lt;br /&gt;Althea : Let's hope for the best for Chem.&lt;br /&gt;Jie Rong : E maths tuition next year, hor.&lt;br /&gt;Milo : You drama papa lah you. o.O&lt;br /&gt;Amalina3C : HAPPY BELATED BDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Jo : Congrats on your results :)&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine : reeeeeeeeeeeelax, and oh the pics are up!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : No coffee nor tea! :D&lt;br /&gt;Jina : O's come first before music~ :p&lt;br /&gt;Winston : Are you sure abt wanting to live in a barn?&lt;br /&gt;Boon : Booooooooooony, have you been studying? :)&lt;br /&gt;RachelNG : How are your results?&lt;br /&gt;Wei Ru : I won't be gg tmr, but if you need help, I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to tags. ( Jr, I'm doing this faithfully k. lol. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr&lt;/strong&gt; : Lol that's what I'm trying to do now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Limpon&lt;/strong&gt; : You've got good taste! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yan Jun&lt;/strong&gt; : Okay, mei you wen ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby&lt;/strong&gt; : there you go! more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miko&lt;/strong&gt; : 'k' and 'l' are just next to each other ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep&lt;/strong&gt; : Or determine a pass or a fail . lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina &lt;/strong&gt;: well, I'll try to reply asap la, g33k. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boon&lt;/strong&gt; : You shouldn't be blogsurfing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; : Hello .! erm, click on the 'Add image' button?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : I'm gonna die of cough. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; : I ALSO WANT MY COM TO BE FIXED. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yan Jun&lt;/strong&gt; : Long time no see ler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt; : Forever and ever, baaaaaaaaaaabe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all sec fours for upcoming O's! Remember, this exam is what four years of education is for. Pia then after that can relax liaozz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for calling :) It's 33 days away, and after Abby did a calculation, the waiting time isn't as long as expected! I'm behind you all the way, and I'll help in any way that I can. There are so much stuff I've been wanting to tell you, but those can wait. Take care of yourself, don't mug until so late at night okay? Ik hou van jou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://tr1pcy.free.fr/blog/radio/alpha/../sounds/Sugarcult - Pretty Girl.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116117513175997900?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116117513175997900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116117513175997900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116117513175997900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116117513175997900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/due-to-popular-demands_116117513175997900.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116084391072170467</id><published>2006-10-15T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:38:31.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When the unclean spirit has gone out of a person, it passes through waterless places seeking res, and finding none it says, ' I will return to my house from which I came.' And when it comes, it finds the house swept and put in order. Then it goes and brings seven other spirits more evilthan itself, and they enter and dwell there. And the last state of that person is worse than the first." - Luke 11 : 24-26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went for dinner with The Curlies and Wei Rong! Airport airport airport! :D Waited for our dear Milo and headed to Burger King. We learnt the non- UG version of FOOT DRILL, the one where you point your toes to the ground and pretend you're drilling the ground. That was probably the funniest thing Milo said so far. lol. Then Abby had to go home, so Jr, Milo, Wr and me headed to ECP. There was a lady wearing white with her hair down and her boyfriend covering half of her body. Imagine our horror when we saw them. Then Milo and Jr sprinted for fun, while Wr and me enjoyed the breeze. The haze is back, isn't it? And ugh, stop overgeneralising &amp;amp; blame all Indonesians for it. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the four of you for tonight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, caught '&lt;strong&gt;BomBali&lt;/strong&gt;' on discovery channel. ( long content )&lt;br /&gt;The scenario was awful. They described everything, right from who went to the bombed spots, and the exact time and things like that. "Paddy's pub" and "Sari Club" were the bombed places and inside those pubs, there were probably hundreds of people, 90% westeners. Just imagine, all of them were dancing away, partying and then, the lights went off, and the bomb went off from a van parked outside Sari Club. A suicide bomber walked inside Paddy's pub, walked right into a caucasian man dancing, and self destructed.&lt;br /&gt;After effect?&lt;br /&gt;At least 150 died. Bodies were literally burnt. Body parts were everywhere. Everyone was stepping on each other. The gas leaked, led to more fire. Screams, explosions, ambulances, cries. Doctors and nurses didn't have the time to attend to every single victim, some of them who are still alive were thought as dead, and were covered with white cloth and put aside to make space for the others. Hospital floor with hardly any clean spot, with every single inch covered with blood. There were dead skin, burnt skin, body parts all over. There was just pure chaos, and a temporary mourge was built. No, not build, assigned. It was just a corridor outside the hospital. The sight was terrible. All the bodies were black and chao ta. The degree of burns was so bad, the bodies were beyond recgonition and families members could not even identify their loved ones. The corpses stunk and body fluid was flowing out of them.&lt;br /&gt;" There was a torso beside me. No arm, no head, no legs."&lt;br /&gt;" I asked him why he saved me and he said, ' I stepped on you dude, and you were cursing at me. I tried to lift you up 3 or 4 times, but every time I touched you, your skin came off ' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of the Jihad members who carried out this bombing were arrested. Two cheered when given the death sentence, and one repented, getting a life sentence. He wrote a book and told the police to publish it and distribute to his ex-students, to tell them that all his past teachings were just a mistake. When you hear accounts of the victims' families, when you see how hard they tried to get their family members back, you can almost feel they way they felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I went past the bombed spots in Bali the other time, and I didn't think much of it.&lt;br /&gt;" But who do we blame? The government, religions or individuals?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;There are so much more things I want to say about it, but some things are better kept inside. Tragedies aside, holidays are just weeks away! Wouldn't it be good if we can can skip next week? Daaaaaaaaaamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jasmine, I'll upload the pics when blogger doesn't screw up on me alright? :)&lt;br /&gt;QUICK reply to tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr &lt;/strong&gt;: See ! I'm replying now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Swen&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, good taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rai &lt;/strong&gt;: THAT 3 second reaction, and oie, get that pic off from your blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Ru&lt;/strong&gt; : Aiyo, must have more confidence in them la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jing Han&lt;/strong&gt; : ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth &lt;/strong&gt;: lol, thanks , I redid it cos the other one's blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby&lt;/strong&gt; : Well, by tomorrow you can liaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt; : That's called "laziness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; : ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep. Chinese tuition tomorrow bright and early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems like you're .. so far awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116084391072170467?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116084391072170467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116084391072170467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116084391072170467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116084391072170467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-unclean-spirit-has-gone-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116079284198128589</id><published>2006-10-14T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T10:27:26.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's start the entry with pictures from 3d outing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/DSC02012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/DSC02012.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie rong's the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/DSC02025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/DSC02025.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winning team! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/DSC02050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/DSC02050.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/DSC02065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/DSC02065.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholsa &amp; Tsz Pui's creation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/DSC02087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/DSC02087.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Swim here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/DSC02081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/DSC02081.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baywatch~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/DSC02020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/DSC02020.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/DSC02014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/DSC02014.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3D girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/DSC02063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/DSC02063.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo-turned-weird shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Waiting for Mr.Rai to upload pictures from his cam to his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for Nicole waiting for her dad to call her, so I shall blog first!&lt;br /&gt;Caught "World Trade Centre" with my mom ytd. It didn't show much of the plane crashing into the tower, in fact it only showed the shadow of the plane on the North tower and that's all. But the content is super touching.&lt;br /&gt;For more info, visit &lt;a href="http://-iwalkalone.blogspot.com"&gt;Justin's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://devil-morgue.blospot.com"&gt;Amirul's&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;One man ( John / Jonathan ) had 23 surgeries in 6 weeks, and Will had 8 surgeries in 13 days, cos they were stuck in the rubble, probably around 20-40 feet down. In the show there's this guy in the Marine who felt that God called him to help so he went to Ground Zero and searched for survivors, and well, found the both of them, and Will actually saw Jesus.. with a bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;It's a show that'll make people tear, and a show worth watching :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;My target - pass every subject, I'm happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;My dad's target for me - top three in level.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even dare to do a countdown till 20th November,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116079284198128589?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116079284198128589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116079284198128589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116079284198128589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116079284198128589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/lets-start-entry-with-pictures-from-3d.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116066933960248113</id><published>2006-10-12T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:09:00.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I'm back, with a new [blog]skin. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to stay up till 12 cos 13th October is a special day. No la, it's not cos it's Friday the 13th. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna reply tags to kill time. 10 more mins to 12! &lt;br /&gt;( from oldest to newest! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina&lt;/strong&gt; : Waffles at half price GOOD OFFER liaozzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WeiRu &lt;/strong&gt;: Geog Geog Geog. HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, you already returned me the jersey. I guess I'm a little bit late in replying tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine3D&lt;/strong&gt; : exams are over, no need to work hard liao. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gladys&lt;/strong&gt; : Yeah lor, since last year already, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; : I think now even more tags to reply. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby&lt;/strong&gt; : screwed? unscrew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina &lt;/strong&gt;: Good evening, Mr.Hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Althea&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, lame la. as usual~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Ru &lt;/strong&gt;: I just need to sleep it off! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huix&lt;/strong&gt; : oops, I think I already changed my skin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiqah&lt;/strong&gt; : &amp; Imee's your favourite friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole &lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks, dear. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linda&lt;/strong&gt; : Gogo! but not now, she's sick. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donny &lt;/strong&gt;: thank you, granddaughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny&lt;/strong&gt; : thanks for your concern, Richny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Althea&lt;/strong&gt; : Yes, thanks, BABE. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winston&lt;/strong&gt; : Blue isn't GAY. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt; : Changed skin liaaaaaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has&lt;/strong&gt; : Hey! that's not very nice! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarissa&lt;/strong&gt; : hello clarissa! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina &lt;/strong&gt;: you too la! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huix&lt;/strong&gt; : Probably I should suggest the design hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr&lt;/strong&gt; : deceiving. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHEEP!&lt;/strong&gt; : I'll fight for it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Althea&lt;/strong&gt; : Nah, we'll get him a fish bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr &lt;/strong&gt;: It's called "Imee's observant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina&lt;/strong&gt; : :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amirul&lt;/strong&gt; : now I need the luck for the results part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr&lt;/strong&gt; : I think it' more like trying to make someone realise.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiqah&lt;/strong&gt; : I only followed it for abt half a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anonymous&lt;/strong&gt; : Since you're anonymous, you must think it's cool too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, save my com!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny&lt;/strong&gt; : hello, fellow burn-midnight-oiler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desiree&lt;/strong&gt; : Yo! see you this Sat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny&lt;/strong&gt; : It's retarded, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt; : I still need your luck now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia&lt;/strong&gt; : thanks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boon&lt;/strong&gt; : so how's the countdown going? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny&lt;/strong&gt; : thank goodness my MSN worked during exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina&lt;/strong&gt; : don't think you can get away with that. mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miko &lt;/strong&gt;: how was your dad's birthday celebration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dewi &lt;/strong&gt;: after this Sunday, I won't owe you anything! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dewi&lt;/strong&gt; : A MATHS paper tmr! Score an A for Mr.Youn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr &lt;/strong&gt;: lol, when you tagged that, I was on the com, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina&lt;/strong&gt; : cannot. must feel UP UP UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mini&lt;/strong&gt; : :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; : well, I described it to you just now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wootnick&lt;/strong&gt; : honestly, I don't know what you guys talking abt. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny&lt;/strong&gt; : no need burn already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr &lt;/strong&gt;: randomisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHEEP! &lt;/strong&gt;: I would be glad if that happens. At least it's cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jing Han&lt;/strong&gt; : hello back to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr &lt;/strong&gt;: I don't get you either.AHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina&lt;/strong&gt; : Where got another month? replying liaoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina&lt;/strong&gt; : ...sure not? &gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wootnick&lt;/strong&gt; : what's imoe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : in the end also nv cut hair. stupid! *points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHEEP!&lt;/strong&gt; : me neither! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dewi&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, yes YES! vivovivovivo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. That was tiring, really. &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, it's 12 already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 153 days and I thank you for all of them &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116066933960248113?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116066933960248113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116066933960248113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116066933960248113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116066933960248113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-im-back-with-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116066388748564863</id><published>2006-10-12T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:38:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been trying to log on to Blogger for the past hour, and FINALLY I made it, but I'm not sure if it'll screw up one me or not.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE don't tell me this com is gonna screw up like the other one too. Everything I have screws up on me, even my tv. gah gah gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class outing today! :D&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of fun playing volleyball and all. Thanks all!&lt;br /&gt;'Su su' and 'Shining friend' lol &amp;amp; Asheem's three-second reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Nicole. Well, thanks for everything yea.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my beeeeeeeesssssssst. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh 3D people who took pics, please post them on your blog so i can kope from you people. Xie xie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll get through this, I promise &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116066388748564863?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116066388748564863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116066388748564863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116066388748564863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116066388748564863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-been-trying-to-log-on-to-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116058053944492031</id><published>2006-10-11T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:28:59.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to all for the bbq :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday,Shearen ( once again! ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball, slugs, rolling balls, Abby falling, the walk to toilet, the oily sausages, apple juice cartons, buttress, reflecting surfaces, oreo cheesecake, prata, self-timer cameras and 'stars are blind'. woo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, take care , rest and get well soon :)&lt;br /&gt;Shearen, let's walk sideways next time!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, date tomorrow horZZ.&lt;br /&gt;Abby, thanks for the slug. :D&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine, wet butt! :p&lt;br /&gt;Donna, thanks for the concern and initiative!&lt;br /&gt;Wan Fong, support support! haha..&lt;br /&gt;Wei Rong, finally you're cutting your hair tomorrow. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Boon, oie you, study hard, can?&lt;br /&gt;Jina, no more chio bu liao. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Wei Ru, so how did being a teacher feel like? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I end the day getting attitude from my mom. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just go sleep it off la.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a brand new day with class outing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here without you, baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment,in any case, isn't applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH! EXAM'S OVER! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116058053944492031?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116058053944492031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116058053944492031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116058053944492031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116058053944492031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/thanks-to-all-for-bbq-happy-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116048531294806239</id><published>2006-10-10T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:02:47.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more... one moreeeeeeee.. JUST one more.&lt;br /&gt;So tonight pia, then for the next 4 months or so, no pia-ing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through studying physics just now, I had this sudden bad feeling about my results.Gonna get them back next week. I haven't worked hard at all for this EOY, cos cramming the night before ISN'T working hard. So, if my results are shit, I'm the one at fault but still I don't think I'll be able to accept it. zzz. I actually promised my parents to work hard for this EOY. So now when I get back my results, what do I tell them? Next year.. ?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what I told them last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six hours of straight cramming today with Nicole. Productive and funny.&lt;br /&gt;Two hours of exam tomorrow and after that..&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( before the papers are returned. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116048531294806239?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116048531294806239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116048531294806239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116048531294806239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116048531294806239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-more.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116040138152522312</id><published>2006-10-09T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:43:01.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wang Jie Rong smsed to remind us abt So You Think You Can Dance(again!)&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't stand temptation (again!) T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, after a hard day's work, nevermind la... lol.&lt;br /&gt;A maths and Chinese tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days, just TWO more days :D&lt;br /&gt;to all who are sick, drink more water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wouldn't wanna stay in school and have "coffee" on 26th Oct.&lt;br /&gt;so now I'll just take a long shower, and hopefully by then, I'll want to do maths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You actually charge people to teach them dance. That's stealing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116040138152522312?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116040138152522312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116040138152522312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116040138152522312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116040138152522312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/wang-jie-rong-smsed-to-remind-us-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116014866831243069</id><published>2006-10-06T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:31:12.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to resort to using my brother's computer. Mine died on me pretty badly. It gives off that beep beep sound everytime you on it, and when i tried to dismantle the casing, the fan came off. I'm a com noob lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I can't go on MSN nor hotmail.zzz.I'm left with iTunes and internet explorer.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone good in this kinda thing can help me figure out why the modem gives out the beep beep sound everytime i press 'on'?&lt;br /&gt;Help desperately needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haze is really bad. It makes you feel like you're dreaming instead but yet there's no way you can't get out, cos there's haze even in my lift. Sumatra forest fire. David says that it's because of excessive logging and burning of the trees but some said it's because of natural forest fire. Whatever it is, it's still bad. Jo, stay indoor if you can if not your cough will worsen, and Jo offers a very good piece of suggestion to all of us - don't breathe in so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a noob at eating crabs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a noob at being patient.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a noob at waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a noob at controlling.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a noob when it comes to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GYPKOL. ( well if u rmb what it stand for)&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to catch up on sleep liaoz. It's 11.30 and it's BEDTIME!&lt;br /&gt;see you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jo and the lovebirds (lol) for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116014866831243069?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116014866831243069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116014866831243069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116014866831243069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116014866831243069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-to-resort-to-using-my-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-116013173832529405</id><published>2006-10-06T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:49:00.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The morning breeze smells of Scotland. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three more days of exam and we're done :D and Nicole, we can finally fulfill the after-exams thing. lol. let's just spend our time doing nothing in particular, life's good like that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A champagne supernova in the sky~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-116013173832529405?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/116013173832529405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=116013173832529405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116013173832529405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/116013173832529405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/morning-breeze-smells-of-scotland.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115998386718823918</id><published>2006-10-05T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:44:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First thing first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy (belated) Sweet Sixteen,Shearen! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:20 a.m . Yea, stayed up again, this time to cram history. All about the CCP and KMT and Comintern. Took a nap this afternoon. Felt so damn good, like as if exams finished already.&lt;br /&gt;We shall not talk about how the past papers have been la huh, it's such a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, everytime I stay up to mug, Richny's always online with me, so she's officialy my Mug-Late-At-Night-And-Still-Online partner. Hope your tummy's feeling okay . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing about ski-ing in Korea and I had the urge to go surfing instead. Damn, didn't get the chance to do that in Bali. We need waves to surf and I don't think Singapore has it. :( Well, I doubt I'll ever get to go to Korea anyway, since every holiday trips have to depend on my results. So I guess this hols while everyone's away to places like Paris, Korea, etc, I'll be here, or probably back to my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I go sleep now la.&lt;br /&gt;1 :32 am.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1 :34 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously stoning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done with revision.&lt;br /&gt;but sleep's more important.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1:35 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry i missed your call agn :(&lt;br /&gt;1: 36 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115998386718823918?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115998386718823918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115998386718823918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115998386718823918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115998386718823918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-thing-first-happy-belated-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115989453857511922</id><published>2006-10-04T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:55:39.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>delta is formed in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;As the river loaded with sediments or silt reaches the river mouth, its speed is checked and slowed down by the sea. silty particles accumulate into larger particles by a process called flocculation. being heavier in weight, these particles are deposited at the river mouth.overtime, as layers and layers of alluvium are deposited, a platform of alluvium is built up and it finally rises above the water.then. delta is colonoised by plants and new land is created seawards. the main river is dilted up and blocked. the river overflows &amp; splits into secondary outlet channels called the distributaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midnight,midnight, midnight oil~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115989453857511922?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115989453857511922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115989453857511922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115989453857511922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115989453857511922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/delta-is-formed-in-this-manner.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115978571611264550</id><published>2006-10-02T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:41:56.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently taking a break from chemistry. Got home at around 2, ate lunch, dozed off at 3 and woke up at 4.30 ( to my horror. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now after one and a half hour of revising chem I'm taking a rest and after that, back to my beloved chemistry. People tell me I'm screwed cos I haven't started on geog. Yes, my time management have been poor poor poor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to revising in 4 minutes time, so this post will be a hurried one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPA &amp; Eng compo today.&lt;br /&gt;Chem &amp;amp; Eng p2 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Geog &amp; E maths on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. all heavy content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So You Think You Can Dance on Channel 5 at 7.30. (Jr smsed to specially remind us abt it.) BUT, as much as I would love to watch it, I still have 209393845847584y5 topics to go.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have started revising long before this, man.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elements are substances that cannot be broken down into two or more simpler substances by physical / chemical method.&lt;br /&gt;Compound are substances made up of two or more elements co,bined together by chemical methods.&lt;br /&gt;Mictures are sibstances made up of two or more constituents ( may be compound or elements) which can be separated by physical methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate MOLE concept. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;what kind of stupid name is that anyway.zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115978571611264550?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115978571611264550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115978571611264550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115978571611264550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115978571611264550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115970966849565751</id><published>2006-10-01T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:34:28.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;It will be a long tiring week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; im not going to give up on anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115970966849565751?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115970966849565751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115970966849565751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115970966849565751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115970966849565751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-long-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115962853043202882</id><published>2006-09-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:02:10.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i understand,&lt;br /&gt;i won't question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i understand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i won't question?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115962853043202882?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115962853043202882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115962853043202882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115962853043202882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115962853043202882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-i-understand-i-wont-question.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115952179137381929</id><published>2006-09-29T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:23:11.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just thinking...&lt;br /&gt;what if we name our kid &lt;strong&gt;anonymous&lt;/strong&gt;? o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115952179137381929?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115952179137381929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115952179137381929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115952179137381929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115952179137381929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-just-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115952153130497629</id><published>2006-09-29T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:18:51.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to follow my study plan, but, i'm too tired to do it.&lt;br /&gt;my brain is saturated after reading through chemistry only. :(&lt;br /&gt;this is bad bad bad bad bad bad bad, don't you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking through sec 4 grad night pictures, and so we were saying if the theme for next year's grad night is outerspace or marine, we'll come with fish bowls over our heads. or maybe we'll just wear the school tie along with a dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there! we're gonna be fine. we're gonna be just fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazing discovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/Image(179).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/Image%28179%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Wr and me. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115952153130497629?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115952153130497629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115952153130497629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115952153130497629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115952153130497629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-supposed-to-follow-my-study-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115935580721789209</id><published>2006-09-27T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:16:47.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to have all the time in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished filing my geog file. It's so darn thick and I doubt I can even finish reading through everything. Okok, I'll be going off in eight minutes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary to feel so slack when others are mugging their asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna isolate myself in my brother's room, with the whole pile of chem worksheet, eating Lays ( literally ), and trying hard not to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wants to throw my hippo away. O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115935580721789209?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115935580721789209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115935580721789209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115935580721789209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115935580721789209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-have-all-time-in-world-just.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115920139294188079</id><published>2006-09-26T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:23:14.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;on hiatus&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yes im back to post an entry. been so long since i've been hereeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;many things have been happening these past few days, and i can sum it all up in one word -&lt;br /&gt;whythehellareallthesehappeningNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been doing anything fruitful these days. not enough will to complete them. the more they want me to do it, the more i refuse to. i tried getting this concept out of my head, well, my head is stubborn, and so am i!&lt;br /&gt;i cannot focus anymore. so please, do not add on anything anymore. try to understand that i'm not the kind of person that can handle stress very well. do not let my inspiration be my downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, received my second sarcament already! i'm done with my first confession which took about 2 minutes. gonna receive my third one this Sunday - first Holy Communion. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole of today had been bad. today ends in 30 minutes and im glad for that!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all who tagged, thanks to all who've been showing concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who thinks he's great will be humbled, while the humble ones are the great ones. that reminds me of the chapel movie we filmed at Tim centre where Jo acted as an irritating maid who sweeps over people's feet, and end up being the " great one". lol. oh those times! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know that i put you before myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A billabong. wallet made by Abby and me for Tsz Pui. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/Image(181).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/Image%28181%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIYs are cool! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 12.15 am. happy tuesday, all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115920139294188079?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115920139294188079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115920139294188079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115920139294188079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115920139294188079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-hiatus-haha-yes-im-back-to-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115919923596287062</id><published>2006-09-25T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:47:25.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on hiatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yes im back to post an entry.&lt;br /&gt;been so long since i've been hereeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;many things have been happening these past few days,&lt;br /&gt;and i can sum it all up in one word -&lt;br /&gt;whythehellareallthesehappeningNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been doing anything fruitful these days. not enough will to complete them. the more they want me to do it, the more i refuse to. i tried getting this concept out of my head, well, my head is stubborn, and so am i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot focus anymore. so please, do not add on anything anymore. try to understand that i'm not the kind of person that can handle stress very well. do not let my inspiration be my downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, received my second sarcament already! i'm done with my first confession which took about 2 minutes. gonna receive my third one this Sunday - first Holy Communion. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole of today had been bad.&lt;br /&gt;today ends in 30 minutes and im glad for that!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all who tagged, thanks to all who've been showing concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who thinks he's great will be humbled, while the humble ones are the great ones.&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me of the chapel movie we filmed at Tim centre where Jo acted as an irritating maid who sweeps over people's feet, and end up being the " great one". lol.&lt;br /&gt;oh those times! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take it slow..oh oh,ho,oh oh oh, this time we'll take it slow&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115919923596287062?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115919923596287062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115919923596287062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115919923596287062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115919923596287062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-hiatus-haha-yes-im-back-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115884740554893083</id><published>2006-09-21T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:03:26.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why aren't you saying anything? do you know how much i have, is and will be worrying about this matter? probably you don't know what to do with me anymore, and neither do i, honestly. all i can do now is just to prioritise my responsibilities. this ( if you do know ) may seem like a small matter to some, but it matters a lot to me. this thing i've been holding on to is too important to let go now. please, show me the other side of you, the side that cares, the side that understands.&lt;br /&gt;the side that doesn't always make me feel like digging a hole on the ground and just throw myself in.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't felt this shit for quite some time. but i hope this feeling will past and i'll start doing whatever i can to make this situation improve.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for making your night a sad one, but i promise you, i'll do everything i can, and you have to believe me. i won't just sit there and do nothing.yes, i rather end everything knowing that i've tried. thank you for today. and remember your promise okay? i'll see you in three weeks time.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all who cared. thanks to nicole who offered me her house to stay in and even wanted to pass me her keys. thanks to donna who showed concern. thanks to shearen for sitting down and think of alternatives. thanks to jo who sent me 'powerpuff girl' song to cheer me up. thanks to jian for always being there to listen to me whine everything out. thanks to abby who listens, understands, and talks. thanks to wr who listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"light up the candle and say a little prayer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's back.&lt;br /&gt;dad's coming.&lt;br /&gt;time's gone.&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming.&lt;br /&gt;brother's going.&lt;br /&gt;studies are gone.&lt;br /&gt;the anticipation is alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me you guys are still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on hiatus, i suppose. see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115884740554893083?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115884740554893083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115884740554893083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115884740554893083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115884740554893083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-arent-you-saying-anything-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115866542021185870</id><published>2006-09-19T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:30:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, it's time to PANIC. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's officialy coming back tomorrow. To think I rushed like mad to clear the house on Sunday night and just yesterday, I got the whole house messed up again. If only studying was as easy as messing things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;This is bad bad bad. I have no more drive anymore. I don't feel scared about getting sent back anymore. This is bad bad bad bad bad bad bad, I tell you. * shakes head. Come on, come on, someone, give me a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Of Year Examination.&lt;br /&gt;We always say :" Don't be sad lah, it's okay one, just work hard for your EOYs and it'll help pull your marks up" when someone's upset for their marks. But now, EOY is so darn near, and nooooooo, I'm not as hopeful as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so many things lately. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;How many shirts gone, surprisingly, belts, shorts, accesories, books, pens, ...money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG TAG TAG! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina&lt;/strong&gt; : lol Gelare ran away from you? I told you to go Siglap that one you don't want to listen! See la! mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; : :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiqah &lt;/strong&gt;: Ah.teak.ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny/ Gladys&lt;/strong&gt; : Haha yeah, it gets super frustrating la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; : Haha yeah, shit happens! Scented tissues? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.15.15.14&lt;/strong&gt; : So it's her before self? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin &lt;/strong&gt;: lol, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JasmineKOH&lt;/strong&gt; : holidays are gone.. but yet to come! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarissa &lt;/strong&gt;: hey! haha, I forgot your blog url!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shanti&lt;/strong&gt; : Shift one, lab 2, library at 9.00. lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, I slept at 1 that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miko&lt;/strong&gt; : I'm not that bad for a noob! right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winston&lt;/strong&gt; : Poke-her-hontas? o.O lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina&lt;/strong&gt; : I can't rmb what we were talking about. lol. oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Althea&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, realise I pon school on tuesdays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby&lt;/strong&gt; : :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr &lt;/strong&gt;: Eh, something nice like "get well soon" would be better right? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boon&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, but I don't really get it though =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Fong&lt;/strong&gt; : well...that's why you're special! ^^ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shahirah &lt;/strong&gt;: Hello there! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Fong&lt;/strong&gt; : Don't call me eyemoooo! lol. well, i like the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr&lt;/strong&gt; : you very bad. lol. I'll change after exams laaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Ru&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, good luck for geog, man. we need lots of luck. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Althea&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, the hair is a touchy issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, i like it too! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xiao Xuan&lt;/strong&gt; : HELLO GIRLFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia&lt;/strong&gt; : hello! haha nah, didnt make it, just edited. yep, it's Wf! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.15.15.14&lt;/strong&gt; : I refuse to . :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, yeah, it makes me *smile*. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt; : hello there bff, thx for teaching me trigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt; :  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gladys&lt;/strong&gt; : sia la, even macho-er than last year. pro! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jian&lt;/strong&gt; : Wang Lee Hom also handsome! ^^ but Daniel is still my fav. mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wootnick&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, oh yes, wait till I post the pic of you eating macs. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Althea&lt;/strong&gt; : mei you la! Daniel wu! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby&lt;/strong&gt; : kAwAiInEhx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Fong&lt;/strong&gt; : I'm sorry for dropping the kayak on you! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian, I do reply tags okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To yoooooooooou! Hey, it must have been tiring for you these past few days... or weeks, or months? Anyway, I'm just a phone call away, and sorry about the ice cream confusion. lol. I can't believe you actually went to check the website out la. Eat, sleep and you'll be alright. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll be online till 7.30 and off we go! I'm gonna study geog already. Wait, I have no dinner again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you received the letter! And oh, your mum called me. o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115866542021185870?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115866542021185870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115866542021185870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115866542021185870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115866542021185870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-its-time-to-panic.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115851591600298530</id><published>2006-09-18T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:58:36.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1.30 in the morning now &amp; so far the most productive thing I've done is.. ironing and clearing of things on my bed. Other than that, hmm, I shall list out the things I'm supposed to finish before I go to sleep. Oh nevermind lah. Not like I can get it done in time anyway. lol, yes, I know I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked through my blog archives and I feel weird reading about everything again so I might want to clear some of them or maybe start a new blog. Probably, probably, probably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I dug out from my old post.&lt;br /&gt;" You make yourself strong because it's expected of you. You become confident because someone beside you is unsure. You turn into the person others need you to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I re-read things about holiday netball trainings, or about the times when I still haven't even gotten over things and all I did was cry cry and cry. *shakes head. OH those times. Over and gone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubting is a sin. I almost forgot about that, even.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have to figure out what is missing for my geog file, and after that, go and sleep liao. Got to wake up especially early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW THE GUYS ARE CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW THE STARS ARE BLIND&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SHOW ME REAL LOVE BABY,&lt;br /&gt;I'LL SHOW YOU MINE.&lt;br /&gt;*dances around with a piece of cloth and a hunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Thanks to Shearen for the rosary :)&lt;br /&gt;night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115851591600298530?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115851591600298530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115851591600298530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115851591600298530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115851591600298530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115850095240258449</id><published>2006-09-17T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:51:02.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went for A maths tuition today. I felt stupid. o.o&lt;br /&gt;Permutation is .... dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught "The Banquet" with Rachel yesterday. Good show good show but ending a bit weird ah. It doesn't say who killed the emperor. In the story, three emperors died within two days. Daniel Wu! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/13086624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/13086624.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*melts. ( sorry ah, the picture is small. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of fun with her as usual. :D my childhod best friend is always the best at making me laugh at practically everything. She's going off for OBS tomorrow and is scared that wild boars will attack her, after her friend told her he fought with a mother boar. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to go and iron lots and lots and lots and lots of clothes before mum comes back tomorrow and have a heart attack. She haven't seen my report slip actually, but I made a copy for her lah. See, I'm such an honest kid. 0:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Champagne Supernova - Oasis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song soothes me. mmmmmmm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bff, I want to be the first one you run to when you need someone to be there, or a shoulder to cry on . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first communion will take place next next week. And there'll be a rehearsal for it. O.O Oh yes, confession of sins this Friday. mmmmmm. There'll be lots of things coming up next week. Lots of tests and supplementry I think. Darn. I'm really starting to panic for EOY. Who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like last time, when I claim I've worked hard and studied damn hard, and when the result comes back, I say I don't deserve this kind of mark, when my "studying" meant cramming till 2 before the paper itself. No more disappointments! :D ( I hopeeee! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of girlfriend and me kayaking few weeks ago. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SSL20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SSL20024.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaked to Macs and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SSL20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SSL20027.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we spotted Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SSL20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SSL20029.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wootnick - our photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SSL20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SSL20026.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this pic is so cute. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SSL20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SSL20025.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break in the middle of the sea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115850095240258449?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115850095240258449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115850095240258449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115850095240258449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115850095240258449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-went-for-maths-tuition-today.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115833282133421269</id><published>2006-09-15T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:07:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pushing his hand away as he brushed a tear off her cheek, she said,&lt;em&gt;Don't wipe off my feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want you to be standing at one side, watching your days go to waste. It's yours and yours only. Hold it tight,cherish it, don't let her crush it and throw it away. I hope you understand that I'm trying to help you out of this and not saying this just for the sake of saying it. Tell me, and I'll listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth rolled like mercury, and like any other poison, it was the last thing I wanted to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF. * heaves a huge sigh of relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115833282133421269?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115833282133421269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115833282133421269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115833282133421269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115833282133421269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/pushing-his-hand-away-as-he-brushed.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115824371632453523</id><published>2006-09-14T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:21:56.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got my Ez link card done. Thanks Abby for the company :D I don't know how anyone can survive going to school everyday from Pasir Ris and back. It's hella long ride. And this skin is just temporary until after our beloved EOYs. We have less than three weeks now. Got to pull myself away from the computer, I don't know how, I just have to. So much info to understand and keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Now, where do we start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for HCL people tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;Would probably post once in a while, when I really need a break from studying...which will be quite often. daaaaaaarn. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.In 1845, President Andrew Jackson's pet parrot was removed from his funeral for swearing.&lt;br /&gt;2.About 100 people choke to death on ballpoint pens each year.&lt;br /&gt;3.In Erwin, Tennessee an elephant was once hanged for murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, in case you're thinking I've been looking up on "death", I haven't! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6698ff;"&gt;I promised and so I will stand by it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere, a clock is ticking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115824371632453523?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115824371632453523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115824371632453523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115824371632453523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115824371632453523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-finally-got-my-ez-link-card-done.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115816107093409929</id><published>2006-09-13T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:05:00.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some hope right now -- there are many good reasons to think positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Detail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muster some hope right now -- after all, there are so many good reasons to think positively. If you just stop and let life happen around you, you should be able to sense a new beginning coming. That will give you the confidence to move in a new direction and take a few more chances. Risk is not something you should be afraid of. In fact, if you add a bit more insecurity to your life, you'll get some inspiration that could lead you down a very exciting path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA. Think&lt;em&gt; positively&lt;/em&gt;, Imee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely blanked out for situational writing this morning, was really writing whatever that came to my mind, like " the secondary forest is not a "natural" forest, thus we should learn from primary forest instead" like wtf, it's english paper you're talking about. argh, gonna get criticised again. lol, good luck Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was completely lost for maths and physics and geog. They had physics lecture ytd and there'll be chemistry lecture next week. Science lecture, mmmm. And I've missed out on SO much stuff when I was absent yesterday. Oh my, Ms.Goh is cute I tell you, Jo actually told her there was a flying cow outside the window. -.- and she once went :" Darryl you better shut your mouth before I throw the OHP at you" and she smiled. She's the best form teacher anyone can have. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog lecture was whoa, damn tortorous for the brain and eyes. Kept Amalina awake with the SUPER STRONG mint thingy.I miss those 2a times, when it was Jo, Shearen, Amalina, Liyana, Shanad and me making the most fun out of Mrs.Guna's lessons &amp; I couldn't make it on the last day of school last year. Well, 2a, three cheers! [ INSERT TKH SMILEY HERE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my chem homework in Parkway after lecture. Jo is the most hilarious person you can ever find. She cracked me up so many times just during the walk to parkway. And well, homework session with Abby was pretty much successful yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, happy fourth!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to me talk about practically everything, things that normally people won't bother listening to. Thanks for being so supportive about everything, and for taking time off.Thank you, thank you for tonight &amp;amp; no worries, I'm okay!&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Haha, yeah, NC 16 for a reason, and yes, you were &lt;strong&gt;LATE &lt;/strong&gt;okay. &gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutouts to my special girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt; : Hey, still on schedule? lol, hoping to have dinner with you soooooooooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby &lt;/strong&gt;: You'll be fineeeeeeeeeeeeee. Take this as a break! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shearen&lt;/strong&gt; : Hey, roll eyes-er. &lt;3&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo&lt;/strong&gt; : Thanks for making my days always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Fong&lt;/strong&gt; : GIRLFRIEND! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : Thanks for everything , ah rong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Althea&lt;/strong&gt; : don't be so smart la!!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel&lt;/strong&gt; : Hey zhi nu. Gotta catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Ru&lt;/strong&gt; : I'm perfectly fine. It's YOU we gotta worry abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine &lt;/strong&gt;: Was that YOUR chilli? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shanti&lt;/strong&gt; : Hey Shanny, all the best for tests yes? love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donna&lt;/strong&gt; : Have you washed your hand? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIKO&lt;/strong&gt; : Ah girl ah, don't worry la hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me I'm not the ONLY ONE lost for geog? O.O.&lt;br /&gt;Temperate deciduous forest ah... hmmmm. we'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So long sweet summer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6698ff;"&gt;you highlighter. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thanks to Bryan for the disc. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115816107093409929?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115816107093409929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115816107093409929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115816107093409929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115816107093409929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/bottom-line-have-some-hope-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115804111845151077</id><published>2006-09-12T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:05:18.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uncommon facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.There is only one Q in a Scrabble game.&lt;br /&gt;2.The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache on a standard playing card.&lt;br /&gt;3.The hummingbird is the only bird that can fly backwards.&lt;br /&gt;4.Swans are the only birds with penises.&lt;br /&gt;5.In 1900 the average age at death in the US was 47.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;.On average women say 7,000 words per day. Men manage just over 2000.&lt;br /&gt;7.The average elephant produces 50 pounds of dung each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;.The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;.The average person laughs about 15 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;10.The average person walks the equivalent of twice around the world in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;11.French was the official language of England for over 600 years.&lt;br /&gt;12.There is no such thing as a banana tree. Bananas grow on plants.&lt;br /&gt;13.It is forbidden for aircraft to fly over the Taj Mahal.&lt;br /&gt;14.Over 2500 left handed people are killed each year from using products made for right handed people.&lt;br /&gt;15.A dentist invented the Electric Chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt;.A human head remains conscious for about 15 to 20 seconds after it is been decapitated.&lt;br /&gt;17.Blondes have more hair than dark-haired people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;.Every time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie.&lt;br /&gt;19.The human body has enough fat to produce 7 bars of soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20&lt;/strong&gt;.Women &lt;em&gt;burn fat more slowly than men,&lt;/em&gt; by a rate of about 50 calories a day.&lt;br /&gt;21.Because of TV censorship, actress Mariette Hartley was not allowed to show her belly button on Gene Roddenberry's STAR TREK (1969)but later Roddenberry got even when he gave Hartley "two" belly buttons in the sci-fi movie Genesis II (1973).&lt;br /&gt;22.Donald Duck's middle name is Fauntleroy.&lt;br /&gt;23.One plain milk chocolate candy bar has more protein than a banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt;.A Saudi Arabian woman can get a divorce if her husband doesn't give her coffee.(!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt;.More people are killed annually by donkeys than die in air crashes.&lt;br /&gt;26.Offered a new pen to write with, 97% of all people will write their own name.&lt;br /&gt;27.The average person is about a quarter of an inch taller at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absent from school today. Bro took the chance to pon his "work attachment" thing, cos he needs to "take care of me". Burned my whole morning doing dunno what. Actually, woke up at 11 &amp; been reading through all these weird facts. The moment I saw fact #27, I thought about Wf. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, TKH gave us all a scare ytd with the "how many days left to your exams, how many hours, how many subjects, how many topics" questions.&lt;br /&gt;Stress ah stress~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we're 1 day away from 4th! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/DSC01795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/DSC01795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie Rong &amp;amp; me after Curlies' blading session!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115804111845151077?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115804111845151077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115804111845151077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115804111845151077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115804111845151077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/uncommon-facts-1.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115798560357103826</id><published>2006-09-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:40:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sun plus rain = sick.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who showed concern! :)&lt;br /&gt;probably not going school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;see, on a tuesday, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are near.&lt;br /&gt;i can't start revising.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even understand!&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to fix things within us five.&lt;br /&gt;please help me make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Wynne Tay&lt;/strong&gt;, happy advanced birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;hope you become more ladylike la. lol.&lt;br /&gt;remember, we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I caught fire in your eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115798560357103826?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115798560357103826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115798560357103826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115798560357103826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115798560357103826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/sun-plus-rain-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115778335810480369</id><published>2006-09-09T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T14:29:18.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my oh my oh my oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole :" Tomorrow tomorrow school start already.."&lt;br /&gt;This girl is so patient with me when I blade, even when I embarass myself by crashing into the lamp post cos of the oh-so-steep slope near macs and I did one point five second of pole dancing and landed on my ass, or when I just...flew and fell la. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been blading for three days in a row. My muscles are screaming murder with the addition of training and all the launches, pitter-patter (sp?) thing. Time for some rest! There's health campaign thingy tomorrow, darn, I'm gonna miss mass and A maths tuition. On a happier note, my chiense tutor thought my reason was valid enough so there's no tuition tomorrow! ( Since I've just had it like half an hour ago, and we ended up talking about how she got cheated by some tour organizers in China. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's in China enjoying life now, touring all over, enjoying and shopping with all her friends. So cooooool la &amp; all these while, she didn't even call me at all. :( But actually, she called home, just that... I HAPPEN to not be at home. mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curlies outing yesterday was :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, the three of you, and sorry for making Miko fall!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures up - &lt;a href="http://curliesinaction.blogspot.com"&gt;curlies blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you google "google", you get 1,630,000,000 results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : McSpicy! Read your mail. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro &amp;amp; me spent our last two bucks on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;childhood game ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115778335810480369?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115778335810480369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115778335810480369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115778335810480369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115778335810480369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-my-oh-my-oh-my-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115764053452275315</id><published>2006-09-07T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:20:07.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still not very happy that the super long post I typed yesterday is gone just like *snap* that. But it's okay, looking on the bright side, I would have probably have regretted some of the things I blogged about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of LOVE &amp; GRATITUDE to &lt;strong&gt;Nicole Ng&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally able to actually move forward with the blades. She didn't give up on me after coaching me four times ( first three failed )! And yesterday, we went all the way from Meyer Rd underpass there to ECP Macs. :D&lt;br /&gt;Fell down quite a few times, but hey, it's okay la, at least I managed to get back up ( aftera few hard attempts ). Thanks Nicole for having so much patience :) and there were people who offered help when I fell down, I think that's nice, especially an auntie who encouraged me when I attempted to go up a gentle slope near Macs, clutching the "No bicycle" sign. Nicole asked me to grab on to the glass, but I misheard so I grabbed the sign instead and it wasn't even rooted to the floor. Smart, yes, I know.&lt;br /&gt;She made me laugh so much yesterday especially when going to check out the kayak place. Sometimes, she just shoots out some weird, unexpected questions that will honestly make you super stunned and you can just go "erm, it's like....that lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby! We gotta motivate ourselves! if we depend on others for motivation, we'll never make it ahhhhhhhh. Let's both learn to prioritise. Don't worry about her. I'll help you settle it, somehow. :) Curly outing tomorrow, like finally la! woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are people who think that being sad is a crime, with fear of being labelled as emotional. Probably it's the way of approaching the problems that differs and some might seem inappropriate and so "judge-able." Actually, I don't think we have the right to judge anyone at all. I don't think you'd like it if others do that to you, and you'll say / think :" You don't even know what I'm going through at all, so just keep your mouth shut." It's like that for them too.But it's unavoidable that we shoot out some comments, harmless that's fine, but oh well, we got to understand totally what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stronger you force yourself to be, the worse you'd crumble once you've reached the limit.Don't go too far trying to be &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt;, trying to be stronger than you can handle. You'll just make things worse for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, that's up for you to think about it! All these are just IMO! :D&lt;br /&gt;This is a thought regarding life, nothing emo, nothing personal alrightzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I got to know you, I feel so philosophical. lol. You made me realise that always lookign things the dark side doesn't help. Yes, yes, shit happens, but you still got to wipe your ass, if not you'll stink, and people around you will smell it too. lol. Weird kinda example but I get what you mean la~ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep Wf, we should just accept people for who they are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your efforts, your attempts, your sacrifices, your love, your heartbreaks, your hopes, your tears, your pain, are all these worth it?&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Not for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can please everyone. But that's the way it is~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0922.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="167" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/SANY0922.jpg" width="244" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend's rose :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's horoscope (Gemini ) :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;A petulant friend will cease to be a burden today -- they have decided to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;A petulant or pouting friend ceases to be a burden to you today -- it looks like they've decided to grow up and start acting like an adult. This relationship has been a mixed blessing in your life, and right now might be a good time to decide once and for all how much further you want it to go. Mood swings are normal, but when they continue too long, you have every right to speak up and say enough is enough. Friendships should be a nourishing thing for both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMMMMMM. * raises eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You break my heart ..&lt;/3 style="COLOR: #000000" &lt;font&gt;again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should thank you instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For making me realise how dependent I am on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still every little thing you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115764053452275315?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115764053452275315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115764053452275315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115764053452275315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115764053452275315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-still-not-very-happy-that-super.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115755586931670305</id><published>2006-09-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:17:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT'S BLOGGER'S FREAKING PROBLEM?&lt;br /&gt;I typed a SUPER long post, and they say they have PROBLEMS PUBLISHING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Shall retype everything TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do more productive things that doesn't hang on you or go crazy on you rather than sitting here cursing the com.&lt;br /&gt;*#$&amp;%)@*$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, enjoy your holidays people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 goes out to Nicole, Abby, one and only &amp;amp; bro. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115755586931670305?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115755586931670305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115755586931670305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115755586931670305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115755586931670305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-bloggers-freaking-problem-i.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115751355490318025</id><published>2006-09-06T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:33:14.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you get older, you get lazier, so you should understand why I don't blog as often anymore 0:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes, I changed my skin again. I'm Abby #2. woo~ I felt a sudden inspiration to change it when I saw the blogskin layout from !zrow in blogskins.com, and then I was thinking about Scotland, and viola! There you go :) This picture was a just a random shot when we were walking down the street one fine night in Scotland after coming out of a mini mart ( we wanted to buy newspaper to wrap the souveniers but ended up walking out with drinks ). I don't know what this building is actually, but it doesn't matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the heart on the right above this post for pictures! Most of my pictures will be there in the future. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I feel so pethatic. I got no clothes to wear. It's all in the washing machine since I dumped everything into the washing machine all at once after dunno how many days, man &amp; what's worse is that we can't put the black and other colour shirts together, if not the colour will run or something like that, so, any clothing I have that's black are not washed yet. You guys are lucky to have maids. My mum just refuses to hire a maid, cos she wants me to be independent, but at the same time, she isn't looking forward to coming back here ( too scared of the mess ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, dinner at home have been awesome :) Not the food, but the company! My brother can actually cook. That's the only thing you'll probably learn when you go overseas for further studies. Sigh, he's going back to London soon &amp;amp; once again,zzz. He thinks I can ace for maths, so I shall try to do my best for him, since he thinks I'm smart enough to &lt;s&gt;pass&lt;/s&gt; get a distinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec fours gonna have prelims next week. All the best! :D&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have our exams in three weeks time. Shit? uhhhhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have reconcilation on the 22nd September. While the sec fours are having prom night, I'll be in church confessing my sins ( infront of a pastor and eight others ). Confirmation next year woo. lol, wootnick spells my name as eyemee and suggested my catholic name to be eyemo.&lt;br /&gt;Eyemee Eyemo Anra Lim.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, girlfriend, you're right, your brain cells get killed when you talk to him, anyway wootnick, thanks for helping us take pictures! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not give up, I shall not give up, I shall not give up! This is my last chance, no more blowing it up, Imee. No matter how hard I got to practise, I still gotta do it. Hard work pays off right? I hope it does, this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightzzz, time to reply tags ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby :&lt;/strong&gt; you're the downside-up girl. I like that picture btw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anon&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, TM? I hardly go there, you probably mistook another person for me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr&lt;/strong&gt; : Jierong, you super blur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt; : HAGEN DAAZ! (sp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; : Hello kenneth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby&lt;/strong&gt; : yes, bee. no matter you're so noisy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt; : chasing people is a very ma fan job, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep&lt;/strong&gt; : anime freak! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : now you don't !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel B&lt;/strong&gt; : come what may~ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt; : I love you too &lt;2,&gt;Abby &lt;/strong&gt;: whoots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo &lt;/strong&gt;: No, Jo, I need CLEAN one. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : eh you want me to die ah, gimme fake blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JasmineK&lt;/strong&gt;: lol, yeah man. laughed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jie Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : you bhb-er. tada, it's not empty anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : oh yes, definitely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boon &lt;/strong&gt;: nah, only for the 1 million-th one can get a prize!:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiqah&lt;/strong&gt; : isn't I- MEE shorter than FRAN-CES-CA? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JasmineK&lt;/strong&gt; : Lol yeah man, got to pia liao. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle&lt;/strong&gt; : Hello mini me, hello Cynthia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt; : They say the Francesca is infront. o.O so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winston&lt;/strong&gt; : lawl you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : yep, I'm Abby #2! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt; : yes Justin, for about 5 years already. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Althea &lt;/strong&gt;: lol, thanks Althea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RachelB&lt;/strong&gt; : I don't exactly enjoy them either~ hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jie Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : hello curly 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny &lt;/strong&gt;: thank you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina&lt;/strong&gt; : no problem. lol you missed Gelare ytd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faizzah&lt;/strong&gt; : he was complaining that you guys were very loud ytd. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boon&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, are you sure you want to try, Justina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RachelB&lt;/strong&gt; : JingHan is officialy slow! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jing Han&lt;/strong&gt; : S.L.O.W! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jina&lt;/strong&gt; : that's my fellow curly! Hello mr.hangover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin &lt;/strong&gt;: oops, have I done the quiz yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XX&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, it took you ONE DAY! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winston&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, don't say it out la, can? spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Ming&lt;/strong&gt; : nops, I wasn't. long time no see, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonathan &lt;/strong&gt;: Jon, FACE IT. ultimate loser! MWAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shan&lt;/strong&gt; : did you know how panicky you were? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RachelB &amp;amp; Althea&lt;/strong&gt; : lol, I'M LAZY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt; : Oh well, I love my curlies. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; : your com still rocks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole's gonna teach me how to blade ( AGAIN! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I love you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115751355490318025?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115751355490318025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115751355490318025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115751355490318025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115751355490318025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-you-get-older-you-get-lazier-so-you.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115733739336653394</id><published>2006-09-04T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:36:33.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nicole, he's bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, no &lt;em&gt;inappropriate language&lt;/em&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;B*****, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. They think they know what's best for us.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody gotta tell them that's never gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115733739336653394?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115733739336653394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115733739336653394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115733739336653394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115733739336653394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/nicole-hes-bitchy.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115718142337922193</id><published>2006-09-02T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:17:03.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A butterfly attacked me.&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This zzz feeling dampens my mood for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;I should really find something more fruitful to do then raiding my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem amiss to me, what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Saturday afternoon. Cannot let myself get emo la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who attended baptism :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115718142337922193?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115718142337922193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115718142337922193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115718142337922193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115718142337922193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/butterfly-attacked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115713216242074569</id><published>2006-09-02T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:36:03.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep thinking today's a Saturday! o.o&lt;br /&gt;Finally caught up on sleep today.&lt;br /&gt;I slept through all the construction noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, was late again!&lt;br /&gt;my printer screwed up pretty badly when I tried to print the chemistry paper from tk portal. that took me about half an hour, and then had to call the gas guy cos bro wanted to cook and there wasn't any gas, had to look for my birth certificate and photocopy to make my ezlink card, and waited for bus, gave up, took a cab, uncle dropped me at the mrt station and I had to cross the road, and top up my card.&lt;br /&gt;lol they don't matter, I was still late.&lt;br /&gt;My bad, winnie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ncc guys were at Pasir ris doing flag day. poor people who got chased by them .lol.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least I did my part by donating. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy teacher's day btw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the exams started, Nicole and me had lots of plans already but now it's over, we can't remember what we planned alr. =/ BUT! we HAVE to study. can't afford to flunk anything anymore! I wouldn't want to take the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, an "all-guy" bbq can be different from what a girl would expect. lol. anyway, thanks to the evil black ( matthew tai ) and jina. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, it's one thirty in the morning and I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;probably I should go get some sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;shrug,&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy family church :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a one-week old Catholic ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115713216242074569?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115713216242074569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115713216242074569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115713216242074569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115713216242074569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-keep-thinking-todays-saturday-o.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115701713964397104</id><published>2006-08-31T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:39:00.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gemini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bottom line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There is a fullness to this day that will bring you a great deal of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Detail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a fullness to this day that will bring you a great deal of satisfaction -- and entertainment. Suddenly, you will fully comprehend something that has been vexing you for months. The answer, it appears, was right in front of you all along -- luckily, your sense of humor will enjoy this irony and you'll get a real kick out of yourself. A person in your daily life is experiencing a similar type of epiphany -- the two of you could have an enjoyable conversation about life's surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Pedofunk :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Wan Fong! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely no thanks to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115701713964397104?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115701713964397104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115701713964397104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115701713964397104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115701713964397104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/gemini-bottom-line.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115695188312852501</id><published>2006-08-30T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:31:27.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like my brother :)&lt;br /&gt;( except when he makes me hang the laundry )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; netball training after that.&lt;br /&gt;Asheem &amp;amp; Cheryl, go go go! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all people, why you? It may seem minor and hardly important at all, but as much as I try to compromise &amp; understand , I can't do it alone. It takes two hands to clap. I don't intend to tell you anything at all, cos I put you first before myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I'm such a lazy ass I can't believe it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby, don't be sad about it le la. EOY is a month away. As long as we start now, it won't be too late. If we just give up and don't bother putting in enough efforts, we would just get the same kind of result, the same kind of disappointment. Might as well study and not regret at the end of it all. Life's not all about the fun. We gotta prioritise! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, best of luck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jina, step number one MUST be attempted. MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Althea, haha it's okay. :) Thanks for helping me anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho ho, I need to cultivate patience badly. Ohm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get drunk with mineral water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115695188312852501?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115695188312852501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115695188312852501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115695188312852501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115695188312852501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-like-my-brother-except-when-he-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115686954171989093</id><published>2006-08-30T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:39:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't get to sleep. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know such trivial matters can affect me so much. It's probably cos of the effort I have put in all these while, all the hard work that never seemed to pay off, or maybe I'm just not cut out for this. All these can wait first. I'll just try my best.. no harm trying.&lt;br /&gt;I do a mental comparison and I feel even more fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me how, and I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. I need blood donation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115686954171989093?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115686954171989093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115686954171989093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115686954171989093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115686954171989093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cant-get-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115668957065811869</id><published>2006-08-27T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:40:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the birth of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Francesca Imee Anra Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who especially came to witness it!&lt;br /&gt;Shearen, Josephine , Kenneth, Abby, Weiru, Rachel, Michelle, Boon and Nicole who joined us later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, you guys, really appreciate it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it feels good to have your foot on flat ground after 6 hours of that thing -.- I guess I could have given people a shock by walking down the cinema steps with a lighted candle, my hair down, and wearing the all white I was wearing today. I swear I looked angelic 0:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, thank you for your gift :)&lt;br /&gt;Shearen, thanks for your help!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, thanks for rushing down.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth, thanks for attending despite everything.&lt;br /&gt;Boon, thanks for cabbing down. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Jo, thanks for attempting to take pics. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Abby, thanks for pleading with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, thanks for attending it. really :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol it would have been perfect if you could come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115668957065811869?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115668957065811869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115668957065811869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115668957065811869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115668957065811869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-world-introducing-birth-of.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115666104853932922</id><published>2006-08-27T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:44:08.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahyah. My previous post got deleted or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Shall just blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shearen's on my bed now fiddling with the glue &amp; of course, half asleep. pig. Went last minute shopping with her just now for baptism stuff. woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAPTISM! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got new resolutions. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, sms me once you're back okay. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115666104853932922?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115666104853932922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115666104853932922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115666104853932922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115666104853932922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahyah.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115642347947421746</id><published>2006-08-24T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:30:12.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/IMG_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/IMG_0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, that's a picture we took in Bali with a Komodo Dragon or something like that. Lol I accidentally tripped over its tail, thank goodness it was too old to attack or something, if not I would probably have lost an arm. Choy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Agh. Don't feel like blogging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When I see you treat him the way you are treating him now, I feel the pain. Seriously, enough already. Although I don't know what happened or what is going on, life's too short for all these. Be a little bit more sensitive and everything would be better.&lt;br /&gt;To you, acid would be next. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.The mirror is what we all need &lt;strong&gt;right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH. I passed my piano exam. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115642347947421746?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115642347947421746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115642347947421746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115642347947421746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115642347947421746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-thats-picture-we-took-in-bali.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115626048429361467</id><published>2006-08-22T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:28:06.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg I'm so tired, I forgot that I was allergic to LUX and so I used it, &amp; now, my body itches.&lt;br /&gt;BUT other than that, I had a good bath. :D&lt;br /&gt;After a loooooooooong day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results were totally disappointing, but I felt that I deserved this kind of absurd results because looking at the amount of effort I put in, how much I attention I bother to pay in class, I guess this is good enough already. And Mrs.Poh mentioned about not cramming the night before the exam. I knew that, and I didn't listen. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really dreading report slip.&lt;br /&gt;Top three in level? my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wf sustained yet another injury. This time, on her OTHER ankle.I think she tripped over Olivia's legs and kinda fell and rolled on the floor. Lol. Take care, girlfriend! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING to those who stay in school till late during Tue &amp; Thu.&lt;br /&gt;Please do not play balls or scream or run anywhere near the assembly plaza. Bok will scream at you. It ruins his concentration. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spectator that gathered around the court found out how sadistic he could get. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wf and Wr, Thanks for the encouragement! :D&lt;br /&gt;Jina, anger management!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, when's our fondue?&lt;br /&gt;Jie Rong, eh better present well tomorrow ah! :) Thanks for your concern btw!&lt;br /&gt;Winston, your house phone is so cool. No smileys. =p&lt;br /&gt;Boon, lol, would you like to try one day? Challenge him!&lt;br /&gt;Lin, sorry for the pumpings, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm an F9 kid. buggggggggggger! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although what you said weren't exactly ENCOURAGING, but, yea, thanks anyway! lol. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115626048429361467?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115626048429361467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115626048429361467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115626048429361467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115626048429361467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg-im-so-tired-i-forgot-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115617071136849387</id><published>2006-08-21T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:31:51.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All these thingies are driving the people around me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Ming tian hui geng hao la hor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115617071136849387?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115617071136849387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115617071136849387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115617071136849387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115617071136849387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-these-thingies-are-driving-people.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115597818381844095</id><published>2006-08-19T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T18:36:28.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Years after I had last been there, &lt;br /&gt;I visited a small Scottish town where I'd taught at the secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;As I looked around, a young woman rushed up to me. &lt;br /&gt;" I know you!" she said excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;My chest swelled with pride at the impact I'd had on a former pupil.&lt;br /&gt;" You teached me English!" she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A joke.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston is the Penang boy. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to a conclusion that I'm not the worst at "fruits."&lt;br /&gt;Jon is.mwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean dramas are so ma fan. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks Jian for your help, and hope your knee's okay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115597818381844095?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115597818381844095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115597818381844095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115597818381844095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115597818381844095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/years-after-i-had-last-been-there-i.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115572991369933706</id><published>2006-08-16T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:05:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For reference, I shall put once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you comment on this post,&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. You must post this on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth!&lt;br /&gt;1. Your computer damn steady.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get A1 for chinese O next year! :p&lt;br /&gt;3. Green?&lt;br /&gt;4. Always there.&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh! the finger game in Nicole's chalet.&lt;br /&gt;6. Bear. Cos of your mr bean thingy.&lt;br /&gt;7. Why is your room SO neat.&lt;br /&gt;8. No blog! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he has no blog, his comment for mine will be posted here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i think you eyes are reall round.&lt;br /&gt;2. err..wth ermm..i challenge u to...skip school on indo national day!&lt;br /&gt;3. black.&lt;br /&gt;4. you are so nice! i feel comfortable with u..&lt;br /&gt;5. ur " huh? " face..think of u onli that face pop up..&lt;br /&gt;6. chinchilla.&lt;br /&gt;7.. when are we ever gonna go out together? in a grp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miko!&lt;br /&gt;1. Curlies fooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;2. Go up to HER and just say HI.&lt;br /&gt;3. Grey.&lt;br /&gt;4. You accompany me online till the A.Ms&lt;br /&gt;5. When you were laughing with Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;6. Rat. Ha, take that! lol.&lt;br /&gt;7. ..WHY DON'T YOU GO UP TO HER AND SAY HI.&lt;br /&gt;8. Curlies's blog! gogogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't replied tags for... so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO to all who tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JasmineT&lt;/strong&gt; : Hi, mo li hua? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JasmineK &lt;/strong&gt;: Thx for your concern for the headache! Yeah, go on! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xuan &lt;/strong&gt;: Lol, i dunno, man.. cruel facts of life i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asheem &amp; Cheryl &lt;/strong&gt;: No problem. Gogogogogo, you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JustinK &lt;/strong&gt;: Nice skin, btw! Haha, first choice gogogo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RachelB&lt;/strong&gt; : Lol, Justin's everywhere!Yes, Fransesca :D&lt;br /&gt;Btw, what's with the Msian talk? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WeiRong&lt;/strong&gt; : Cos it was from Indo. She still wants it.zzz. &amp; I do not look troubled! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole &lt;/strong&gt;: Buttaye. Love x 2226.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who commented on the skin!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shanti&lt;/strong&gt; : Did you manage to find the identification thingy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bryan &lt;/strong&gt;: Ok, Bryan, lol. It's still as sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jie Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : Lol, jr, you know...monthly. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RachelN &lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, niece? =) love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winston&lt;/strong&gt; : Happy birthday soon, winnay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny&lt;/strong&gt; : Lol, BRUSH TEETH to keep awake :p take care k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jinghan &lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boon &lt;/strong&gt;: It's called a challenge for a reason mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I forgot all about having tests tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I got to stay up,AGAINNNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday &lt;s&gt;boy&lt;/s&gt; man in 4 hours - Winston Lays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115572991369933706?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115572991369933706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115572991369933706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115572991369933706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115572991369933706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-reference-i-shall-put-once-more.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115565915678004951</id><published>2006-08-16T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:25:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, staying up to study. Study what. SS and history.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid? yes. Productive? no.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy? mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Tried brewing coffee, ha, it's so sweet and it looks like tea.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's not keeping me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im actually staying up for combined humans.&lt;br /&gt;My bro taught me maths and I understood two weeks worth of content in 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;he should probably choose teaching as his career instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sleepy i don't know what i'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;the banana joke is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;go curlies' blog and see k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall continue pretending that i'm studying comb. humans.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. happy 16th august. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conflicts among countries.&lt;br /&gt;China &amp; India border dispute still not solved. Isn't UN doing sth abt it?&lt;br /&gt;Too busy i guess.&lt;br /&gt;shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richny, we're all here k!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115565915678004951?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115565915678004951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115565915678004951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115565915678004951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115565915678004951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/once-again-staying-up-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115564294391765884</id><published>2006-08-15T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:55:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So fly.</title><content type='html'>If you comment on this post,&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. You must post this on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have the comment button, leave a tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do one on Boon since he did one on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Boon!&lt;br /&gt;1. You make funny sound effects during volleyball games.&lt;br /&gt;2. Try being healthy for two weeks. :p&lt;br /&gt;3. Orange.&lt;br /&gt;4. You're really funny!&lt;br /&gt;5. Yes, the chicken chop of course.&lt;br /&gt;6. Duck.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you going to teach me drums?! :D&lt;br /&gt;8. Ha, you already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Boon, I come from .. er, Kalimantan, and it's in a place called Pontianak. Please kindly do not freak out. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title for compo today - prison.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I wrote about being seperated from my mom and I got abused.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Slight confusion and disappointed that all the things I mugged for last night weren't even tested.tmd.&lt;br /&gt;Hydro ammonium acid. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went studying with the curlies today.&lt;br /&gt;Quite productive la hur. :D&lt;br /&gt;Jie rong is one busy man, always on the phone 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;Milo and me are so going to pass maths. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Abby and her LOSER thing -.-.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Rong can concentrate even when the four of us make so much noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you don't care about anything anymore. So weird. We're probably distancing because of unwanted misunderstandings, or what? I just don't want it to be this way la. You know what I mean. You've always been the one here, always. Sorry for today. :(&lt;br /&gt;Good x 1234 friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to burst. She's already loaded with enough stress and she can't cope much longer. You just had to make things worse, didn't you? She mistrusted you, and none of you are making things better. Please do not demand answers, do not question her, do not pressure her, she needs to breathe. I don't want to see her so worried like this, so burdened over so many things.&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling of ultimate frustration? I'm sure you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta have self control self control self control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Maths and combined humans test tomorrow. GG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85% of the Sec 4 AG1 chinese class got DISTINCTION for O.&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston, you're so random, even more random than your version of Ahlians.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Rong was the one who drew on the receipt btw. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/Image(057).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="95" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/Image%28057%29.jpg" width="125" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115564294391765884?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115564294391765884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115564294391765884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115564294391765884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115564294391765884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-fly.html' title='So fly.'/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115557244156556067</id><published>2006-08-15T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:21:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My whole family K.O ed already.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I managed to stay awake till now!&lt;br /&gt;Red bull red bull red bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Justin, I think I'll still K.O first after all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as inhuman as you to survive the whoek day without sleeping at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must potassium manganate and potassium dichromate be acidified with sulphuric acid and not other acid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone calls make your day brighter :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115557244156556067?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115557244156556067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115557244156556067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115557244156556067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115557244156556067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-whole-family-k.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115555963286322906</id><published>2006-08-14T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:47:13.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I'm really not supposed to be here, but I need to seek some entertainment after a hard day's work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED BULL GIVES YOU WINGS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if it works.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, nicole, if it doesn't, don't blame me k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, I'll get you throughh this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston, I love it too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imee doesn't have a winnie."&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115555963286322906?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115555963286322906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115555963286322906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115555963286322906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115555963286322906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-im-really-not-supposed-to-be-here.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115547848501459579</id><published>2006-08-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:14:45.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like your gift.&lt;br /&gt;But..would you like to have the receipt back? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Bah we think along the same line. You'll find out soon why I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I can't belive you forgot what's supposed to happen on your bday. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so far there's quite a lot of pple asing me about the name "Fransesca".&lt;br /&gt;It's in two week's time, I'm not baptised yet btw, and thanks to those who congratulate me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not good.&lt;br /&gt;CT is in two days time! &amp; , &amp;amp; .. I'm still here. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the threat is for real, I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout outs.&lt;br /&gt;Richny : Hope you're feeling kay about things! :)&lt;br /&gt;Justin : Rmb, first choice. It pays off!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole : I'll get you through. 70 : 30. Lol. :p&lt;br /&gt;Abby : tsk. So much for studying.&lt;br /&gt;Miko : You're really gonna do that stupid table thing huh.&lt;br /&gt;Winston : Ha, that exact same place huh. And oh my, two more pens? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I don't feel filial at all. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to mug the night away! With Miko &amp; Justin. I bet I'll be the first one to K.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it btw! :D&lt;br /&gt;It's everything packed into one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115547848501459579?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115547848501459579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115547848501459579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115547848501459579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115547848501459579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-like-your-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115539668661461567</id><published>2006-08-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:31:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised how many tags I have to reply.&lt;br /&gt;That will wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GETTING BAPTISED IN TWO WEEKS TIME :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my parents allowed, though unwillingly, but I already have their permission. Was beyond happy this afternoon. The talk with my dad wasn't easy at all. They keep insisting that it's because of this whole baptism thing that my grades are dropping.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the link. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, I'm getting baptised, and I can't wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;Btw Desiree, if you see this, PASS UP YOUR FORM TO BERTIE ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I will be Imee Anra Fransesca Lim after my baptism, but please don't call me Fransesca cos I doubt I'll respond. Mum wanted Anastasia, Angelina, Amanda. Nicole wanted Nicolette, I wanted Charmaine, but settled with Fransesca. It won't be in my passport anyway. Boo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hyper now.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I owe people pictures. Shall post it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curly 3 &amp;amp; 4 supposedly studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarke quay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon..smoking with..ice cream stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curly 2 uh, studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent photography skill! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole likes this picture. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0851.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/SANY0851.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prove that I have longer hands :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a jinx.&lt;br /&gt;1. A tray of bread dropped the moment I walked into PS.&lt;br /&gt;2. Was showing a tourist where Fort Canning was, and there was a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;3. Got on a taxi with Nicole to Far east, and the tyre burst.&lt;br /&gt;4. Was crossing the road near my house, and another car's tyre burst.&lt;br /&gt;5. A kid's balloon burst when I walked past.&lt;br /&gt;6. Gas leaked during steamboat dinner and there was a mini fire and close to an explosion.&lt;br /&gt;7. A kid got stuck between the MRT doors when I sat down on the bench on the platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Winston, you're not the jinx after all. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently writing chinese characters over MSN to Mikomilo Ho. That idiot owes me one. Lol. Using the handwriting thingy. His chinese compo's title is "An unforgettable event", and I asked him to write about "The day my curly hair turned straight". He can't remember how to write "Yin wei" de Wei. Must be too much maths la. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, sorry for the emo post these past few days, it's because due to this *ahem someone la. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese tuition early in the mrng tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Plus A maths tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; additional home tuition by brother dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my brother :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ! Thanks to those who showed concern these past few days. And I don't know why so many people said I looked troubled always, when I myself don't even feel it. I had people coming up to me and say :&lt;br /&gt;" Hey Imee, you okay? You look very troubled.. like worried like that?"&lt;br /&gt;" Something's wrong right? Why you look so troubled?"&lt;br /&gt;" Something's wrong with you. Something's really wrong with you.."&lt;br /&gt;" Why you look so flustered?! Ok not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably it's the exams.&lt;br /&gt;Dad's at it again. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what my catechist said today. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I want that bible. 76 dollars. nice one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115539668661461567?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115539668661461567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115539668661461567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115539668661461567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115539668661461567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-realised-how-many-tags-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115535603421588804</id><published>2006-08-12T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:13:54.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry &amp; I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things always get messed up just before exam starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115535603421588804?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115535603421588804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115535603421588804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115535603421588804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115535603421588804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sorry-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115530858587916852</id><published>2006-08-11T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:56:36.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please, after all the things I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;can't be bothered to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of waiting already lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I bet you'll nv know how much you can affect me with just small little things. I look forward to things that I get disappointed with .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, emo also what's the use.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep sleep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Ming tian hui geng hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curlies, "Ai si ni le." :D&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, cheeer up k!&lt;br /&gt;Abbbbbbbbby, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Menstrual Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's an excuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115530858587916852?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115530858587916852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115530858587916852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115530858587916852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115530858587916852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/please-after-all-things-ive-done.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115510762364277976</id><published>2006-08-09T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:13:43.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's friends want her mangoes so badly, she wanted my mum to get me to call the taxi company to look for the particular taxi driver to pass her the mangoes she dropped inside the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's another unsuccesful attempt to study.&lt;br /&gt;Happy national day to Sg-ans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holiday to the others :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115510762364277976?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115510762364277976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115510762364277976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115510762364277976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115510762364277976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115504031179255848</id><published>2006-08-08T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:31:51.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY, I'm sure you guys know it was Nicole who wrote that entry.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to log in to her account and take revenge, but i didn't know her user ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT SECOND FOR BANNER. :D&lt;br /&gt;Pity Wei Rong wasn't there today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT. SECOND FOR BANNER.&lt;br /&gt;Miko claims he deserves the credits, but it's more like we thank him for losing the write up. Ha, that's one thing you can't deny k. Thank goodness Althea sort of memorized it la, and we smiled at Mrs.Lim so sweetly, I bet she gave us bonus marks for that.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun with the banner people :&lt;br /&gt;Eugene, Jian Yang, Miko,Jie Rong, Istilah, Abby, Jasmine and Althea.&lt;br /&gt;The esplanade looked like DUNNO what, and esp the Changi airport with that ultra huge yellow ball on top. But still, thanks for all the participation! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's national day concert was good. But too bad we couldn't watch talent search. Go Asheem and Cheryl! :) And by the time we finished with the banners, there was practically no food left. So sad, and there's this sec one girl who accidentally blended mango smoothie WITH the spoon inside. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers were sold out pretty fast, and we earned lots of profit, well at least that's what I've heard! WOOTS. Deliveries were succesful and people were happy. Right, Mr.J ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, thanks for the 5 stalks of carnations. :) One died cos I shook it too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waking up late these days despite my mum being here. BAH. So apology goes out to Nicole Ng. Pai seh ah! Lol, we made the "phases of relationship" thingy today, where we predict how couples act in different months of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy national day, Singaporeans. Hehe, mine's a week away.&lt;br /&gt;And Nicole, yours is on 31st, since you're 3/4 Malaysian. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/Image(147).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/320/Image%28147%29.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/Image(145).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/320/Image%28145%29.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/Image(148).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/320/Image%28148%29.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked the flowers. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115504031179255848?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115504031179255848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115504031179255848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115504031179255848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115504031179255848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-im-sure-you-guys-know-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115503478336520099</id><published>2006-08-08T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:59:43.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE 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NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE I LOVE NICOLE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know its the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115503478336520099?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115503478336520099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115503478336520099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115503478336520099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115503478336520099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-nicole-i-love-nicole-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115503435590419990</id><published>2006-08-08T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:52:35.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basically, Click is all about three different dogs humping the toy duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115503435590419990?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115503435590419990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115503435590419990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115503435590419990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115503435590419990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/basically-click-is-all-about-three.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115496392189636046</id><published>2006-08-07T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:18:41.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to go sleeeeep soon! If not I'll end up like this morning, getting up at 6.15, dozed off with my head on the kitchen table, and finally, collapsing on my bed until 6.50 &amp; I was almost late for school, but guess who's late again today. Damn, I should have bet, I told you I should have. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow'w bazaar already. Flower flower flower, people! Stayed back to do the cards today and ho ho ho, some are really unpredictable, but nevertheless sweet and thoughtful. :) Well, surprise for some tomorrow. Shouldn't leak out who are the lucky ones who receive flowers huh. Too bad I won't get the chance to do delivery or tend the stall. Bannnneeer ah. Gogogo, Eugene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone was like a hotline today. 10 vibrations within one tuition. And 3 of it included Althea talking and replying herself. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a real jinx. Like what I mentioned the other post, today, the taxi I was in, had its wheel punctured by the kerb near Orchard. Now whenever I'm in any car, I keep thinking it's gonna crash. Especially in taxies in which the driver have 0% patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that wasn't very nice of you. :( I probably shouldn't have ran after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tred my best helping pple today. So I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Good night, daisies.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115496392189636046?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115496392189636046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115496392189636046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115496392189636046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115496392189636046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-got-to-go-sleeeeep-soon-if-not-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115483719840683019</id><published>2006-08-06T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T13:15:17.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 fingers, 12 toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Abandoned Chinese baby will have extra digits removed soon, but where are his parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;August 06, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/printfriendly/0,4139,111213,00.html?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST people who see this 1-year-old boy don't notice his extra fingers and toes until they take a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;Min Fengsheng was born with seven digits on his left hand and eight on his right, as well as six toes on each foot, reported Xinhua news agency. That makes 27 fingers and toes.&lt;br /&gt;He also has a short, forked tongue, and incomplete sex organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:window.open(" scrollbars="yes,width=475,height=580&amp;quot;);void(&amp;quot;&amp;quot;);'"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A social worker looking after Fengsheng said, tenderly: 'He's got too little of what he should have, and too much of what he shouldn't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Fengsheng was found abandoned in China's Hunan province and adopted by a social welfare organisation in Leiyang City, Hunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with extra digits tend to have six fingers or toes, not seven or eight, so the baby was received with some surprise when he was sent to the Hunan People's Hospital early last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will soon be operated on to have his extra fingers and toes removed.The surgery will be paid for by the local authorities, under their Tomorrow Plan welfare programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wang Donglian, who runs the Leiyang City Social Welfare Centre, told sina.com that the centre took the boy in last March and gave him his name. But it has been unable to locate his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wang said: 'The child will become normal again. And I hope that his parents will appear when the time comes.' &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/NP_4552547_05_08_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/320/NP_4552547_05_08_2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're lucky, do we &lt;i&gt;know that&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tag replies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miko&lt;/strong&gt; : Oye curly. ohmyhomies is quite common.Anw, thanks for listening to me always hur! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winnie &lt;/strong&gt;: Hello Winnie.NC16 in 11 days.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny&lt;/strong&gt; : Well cos the whole family will know, and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiqah &lt;/strong&gt;: Omg, let's try going through one school day without laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Fong &lt;/strong&gt;: Girlfriend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me / you&lt;/strong&gt; : 27th august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby&lt;/strong&gt; : Eh sia la me for? lol i keep forgetting to post your baby pics up. As the world grow older, cute turns into scary. tsk! I'd walk through hell for you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leon &lt;/strong&gt;: Lol, thanks, that thought got me motivated for a while. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; : My greeting varies day by day. Ho o o o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xuan &lt;/strong&gt;: haha I can still rmb how much we were complaining about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eugene&lt;/strong&gt; : Hello artist! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : lol its okay wr, it's just banner. We all love you btw :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole &lt;/strong&gt;: Take care of yourself, dear. Don't get too pressured k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't rmb which tags I've replied or not so if there's reptitions or those that are left out, pai seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound really weird. I'm reading a mandarin story book. And currently I feel SUPER random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you know 139 is a prime number?&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate it when it's written all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;3. I make wf cry. :(&lt;br /&gt;4. This robber cross-dressed to rob - with a beard.&lt;br /&gt;5. In the equatorial regions, the sun's rays reaches the Earth's surface vertically thus the heat is spread over a small area, heating up the land more intensely.&lt;br /&gt;6. That's all that I managed to learn ytd.&lt;br /&gt;7. I ran 4.5 km ytd.&lt;br /&gt;8. My aunt was hospitalised and I didn't even visit her.&lt;br /&gt;9. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;10. Curlies In Action - CIA. Lol, Michelle's discovery.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://curliesinaction.blogspot.com"&gt;The Curlies' blog. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I think the topic I had for oral was the easiest among all.&lt;br /&gt;13. " What course do you want to take after graduating from sec sch?&lt;br /&gt;14. The school's making a pretty big fuss about blogs.&lt;br /&gt;15. So supposedly, we're not supposed to vent out frustration here.&lt;br /&gt;16. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;17. Jasmine, you were brave. =)&lt;br /&gt;18. Wei Rong, hope you feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;19. There ARE pple who wants flower deliveries. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm going to screw common test up real bad. Just one look at my current results and it's enough to scare myself. Going to scotland is practically impossible already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say grace before every meal, to thank God for the food He gave us, to show appreciation for them, and the next moment we grumble about how much the food suck, or how bad it is compared to others. &lt;br /&gt;Now ,that defeats the whole purpose right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're jinxes, you know that? lol.&lt;br /&gt;The moment we stepped into Plaza Singapura, this guy dropped a whole tray of bread &amp; then when we were about to cross the road, two cars crashed into each other right smack in the junction and it was quite bad, thank goodness no one got injured. One was turning right and the other one was going straight I think and the whole front of the car got smashed. But they didn't even park the car nearer to the kerb or something. Traffic jam lah dey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; winnie? Naturalist. NOT COOL. But hey we had a good laugh about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me , I feel the sting too. It may have been the wrong time, but I don't regret it . Any of it. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BEAT THAT MY HEART SKIPPED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color =#EE3B3B&gt;     &amp;#9829;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably it's time for me to do something about it, considerign how much she has done for me. I shall start being a friend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115483719840683019?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115483719840683019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115483719840683019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115483719840683019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115483719840683019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/15-fingers-12-toes-abandoned-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115479465427467148</id><published>2006-08-06T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T00:17:34.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today / ytd ( saturday ) was a suay day and ended up with an emotional night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole called at 8.30 CAN U BELIEVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Ng calling at 8.30 in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;Well, she had english oral, you see. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh! Did i mention about the toilet paper thingy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday night we went to parkway for dinner ( as usual ) &amp; mum wanted me to buy tissue roll before cold storage closes. So I bought the whole pack first before going for dinner. I brought it all the way to Mos burger and yes, many pple stared. Nicole was embarassed by it and so was I. So after dinner, we wnated to put it somewhere first cos we wanted to walk around to digest the burger and stuff. Think think think, still couldn't figure out any place to put first.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, who would have ever thought of fire hosereel cabinet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok shall continue tmr. Mum scolding alr. :/&lt;br /&gt;Good night y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115479465427467148?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115479465427467148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115479465427467148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115479465427467148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115479465427467148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-ytd-saturday-was-suay-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115468535613588484</id><published>2006-08-04T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:09:05.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, we are so sorry, Wei Rong. I don't know what to say to make things better, but yeah, we're all here for you okay. It really hurts to see you like that. You have all of us behind you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I have really really weird + fun classmates. Miko laughs like Eugene and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miko asks Eugene : " Are you a left hander?"&lt;br /&gt;Eugene : " Really ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so much till our tummies hurt. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw this cute little kitten near Paya Lebar Mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/Image(140).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/Image%28140%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/Image(143).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/Image%28143%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/Image(144).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/Image%28144%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/Image(142).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/Image%28142%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/Image(141).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/200/Image%28141%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene went near it, said :" I forgot I'm scared of cats" and backed away. lol.&lt;br /&gt;It's really like super cute ah, and it was so scared it tried to go through the hole and onto the highway. Thank goodness it couldn't fit through. In fact, it's smaller than my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. I'm gonna die for Maths test. so the level test was supposed to be easy, and the common test would be " much harder " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Rong, please be okay. T.T&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I couldn't help much just now ( well other than the 50 cents chocs ). We know you're brave enough to get through this. We're heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere :D&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC passing out parade today.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna need ambulance.tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ /edit }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. It has only been two days. I can feel the pinch already. Oh no. If this goes on for the next three or so months, I'm gonna die of 'retardation'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115468535613588484?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115468535613588484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115468535613588484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115468535613588484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115468535613588484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-of-all-we-are-so-sorry-wei-rong.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115460993016669848</id><published>2006-08-03T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:58:50.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello o o o o :D&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY there's no extra lesson or test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired today. Stood for an hour during physics lesson cos I didn't do the "green workbook". Bah. Mrs.Poh thinks I'm lost, so I'm going to go find her to teach me all about monsoon on Monday, and I had chemistry test in the library after english test,and I looked for TKH after that, but he abandoned me and went home I think :( I went around the school with Lin to find him and I was scared to open the chem lab door cos I thought there's alarm. Double Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooooh, I have so many things I want to do AFTER the exams &amp; exams are so super near already. Still, no mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want me to get top three in the whole frkng level.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I need to get to Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they just ask me to jump down from my balcony and see if I don't break anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to clear my house in 15 mins yesterday morning and mum came back with relatives at night. I rather be alone here. Who cares about the 7th month thing already &amp;amp; the worst thing is that most probably they're not gonna go anywhere for quite a long time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fondue after exams, man. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard the whispers, again. Probably it's psychological la huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WanFong sprained her ankle today. No, RUIWEN'S fault. :p She gets new injuries every single week. Injury prone but she can take pain, man. Pau came running down when Wei Rong shouted for her. ( Red cross chairman ! ) &amp;amp; she didn't know where the bandage clip was. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it is weird. Probably I'm just not used to it. But, it's a bit too sudden. In a sense that you settled just as fast as you have left. I don't have the right to judge you though, you have your own reasons for it. Be careful though, sometimes being popular makes things worse for yourself. Much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta buy the banner stuff tomorrow! Hope we won't screw it up on the day itself, man, considering that there's only one artist in the whole group. We're just gonna stand there and give Eugene support :D Oh yeah, he was talking about the racial riot in Indo in 1998 for his C.E presentation. There were worse things that happened as compared to what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curly 4 is literally obsessed, curly 2 is er, not white, curly 3 is mean, curly 5 is super disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wootnick, I'm 1.6 not 1.5. And yes I should stand under the sun and my reaction time is not slow, I just misheard it as " you friend is here" instead of " your friend is injured."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you ALWAYS give me that look? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/mini%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/320/mini%20me.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115460993016669848?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115460993016669848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115460993016669848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115460993016669848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115460993016669848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-o-o-o-o-d-finally-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115444010169408718</id><published>2006-08-01T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:48:21.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nicole's supposed to chase me off the com at 9.40 so this post will be a hurried one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I need to do before I go to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sweep the floor.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mop it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Clear rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;4. Clear all dishes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pack all the food stuff properly.&lt;br /&gt;6. Destroy evidences of blog url in case my bro sees.&lt;br /&gt;7. Clear my room.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hang the laundry&lt;br /&gt;9. Iron them.&lt;br /&gt;10. Arrange furniture back in place.&lt;br /&gt;11. Make sure my toilet looks presentable.&lt;br /&gt;12. Study chemistry&lt;br /&gt;13. Study physics.&lt;br /&gt;14. Clear my table. It's in a horrible mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol I was thinking of finishing up everything by 12 and go to sleep, BUT, looking at the current situation, it's not very possible. I'll probably wake up at 4 tomorrow ( AGAIN ) to clear the house, but for tonight, I shall concentrate on studying my sciences. So I heard both tests today were difficult, and the chem quiz is one hour long. I bet I'm gonna flunk it, and TKH might make me run around the lab, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics tuition was pretty funny today :) The cher doesn't really like us much considering we were NEVER on time, we forget the tuition timings, we get lost, and we're pretty slow people who laughs at our own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. We are not stupid just because we aren't in TRIPLE science class lah please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please please concentrate? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think Nicole forgot to shoo me from the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Abby's all black now! tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115444010169408718?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115444010169408718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115444010169408718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115444010169408718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115444010169408718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/nicoles-supposed-to-chase-me-off-com.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115440893352972551</id><published>2006-08-01T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:17:31.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something that cheered me up last night :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v505/imee--/math3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I've wasted half a day.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go do fruitful stuff! See ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth :&lt;/strong&gt; Hey hey hey!  Thanks to you too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong :&lt;/strong&gt; Hello dear. Once again, I'm absent on a Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby :&lt;/strong&gt; Have I told you you're weird? Tweet x 3. &lt;s&gt;fakey fakey&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHEEP!:&lt;/strong&gt; Lucky number six?! lol.. what does "Imee kemama ole ole ah ah" mean? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny :&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. I'd gladly exchange my reg no for yours man. I deleted it accidentally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arina :&lt;/strong&gt; Hello Arina :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leon :&lt;/strong&gt; Yo OH! Haha yeah it's been long. No la, all of us are curlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin. K :&lt;/strong&gt; Lol, really ah.lucky number 13. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle :&lt;/strong&gt; I do!!! Haha..We still do look alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miko : &lt;/strong&gt;PFFT.You're our mascot? oh my homies. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel :&lt;/strong&gt; Hey hey hey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115440893352972551?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115440893352972551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115440893352972551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115440893352972551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115440893352972551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-that-cheered-me-up-last.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115435581915348000</id><published>2006-07-31T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:23:39.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging lately.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, internet have been down for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;It PMSes at the wrong time la.&lt;br /&gt;So typical Starhub wireless shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry &amp; physics test tomorrow, sure to screw it up. Physics I don't care la, haven't passed any of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even think properly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Apologies to :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole &lt;/strong&gt;: I haven't had the time to spend with you yet, and I didn't / don't intend to neglect all these at all. It was a mistake on my part. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Fong :&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry for not being in and in one way, making things difficult for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong :&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry for being all upset about it and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel :&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry for not spending so much time with you anymore, though we meet up every other Sunday, I just haven't got the time to catch up with you. I'm glad you're trying to quit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winston :&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry for getting your handphone confiscated ( again ) &amp;amp; getting scolding from your mum ( again ) &amp; getting bird shit on your pants &amp;amp; for making you walk so far early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boon :&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry Boon, for all the times I wasn't there to listen and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abygail :&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry for making you so frustrated over my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth :&lt;/strong&gt; Sry for troubling you with everything , from the most trivial matters to the most major ones. Sorry for stressing you up too yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, people to &lt;u&gt;thank&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abygail :&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for the talk in your balcony. Needed that. You're so funny it makes me feel much better la. All the silly stuff like your mum getting all excited because she found the ultimate way to dry your shoe in the shortest time. Thanks for lettign me stayover, lol, and for the breakfast too. Thanks for being the best classmate who sleeps in most of the classes and doesn't make noise ( mwaha ) thanks for listening to all the shit, and thanks for telling me your stuff. Thanks for lending me your cool phone that makes that sound when it swivels. woo. My one and only curly 2. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arina :&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for that talk online, girl. Good luck for tmr kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiqah :&lt;/strong&gt; for all the laughs in class, girl! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boon :&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for everything , once again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josephine :&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for going with me to the gym the other time. Had a good laugh with you for everything lah. Lol so pai seh when I pedalled the OTHER way round instead. I needed that laugh, man. Thanks for tellign me your stuff and thanks for listening to me and giving advices too Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jie Rong + Miko :&lt;/strong&gt; Hello curlies. Thanks for all the fun, asses. Jie Rong, thanks for throwing that moudly rice away and for doing my dishes and for watering the plants and clearing rubbish for me. Miko, thanks for cheering me up unintentionally by being the usual stupid you. Ha. Fakey fakey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth :&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for listening as always. Thank you for all the reassurements and talks you give me . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shanti :&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for attempting to catch up on the phone the other time. Good luck for your O's, dearest. ( ex captain. lol ) I miss talking to you. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shearen :&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for telling me things. I know it may be very minor things but I apprecaite it. Hope your cramp goes away soon. Don't be late for church again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan :&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, thanks so much. I felt so much better after that hug. If you give up I also give up k. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wan Fong :&lt;/strong&gt; Hey captain, thank you for every littttttle thing you did for me. Thanks for all the encouragement and reassurement and for the concern you've showed me or how you make my mornings brighter :) Thank you for understanding. You're the only person who can see right through me just with one look, and you can practically predict everything about me. Thank you for everything. Thank you for having been there for me since sec one. Good luck for tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong :&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for making sure I was okay after you told me abt the "bad news". I knwe after five mins that everyone knew already, and I was feeling lousier than ever, but yeah, thanks for consoling me. Thanks for shouting after me from the court when I walked home the other time. Thanks for being a great classmate who shares sudoku. :) Good luck for tomorrow too! Curly 5. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You :&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baptism is getting closer and I still don't have the guts to ask my dad about it. I need the couraaaaaaaaaaage. Bah. My cathecist wasn't very happy when I told him about my dad's previous objection. And I still haven't decided on my catholic name. Was considering 'Gabriella' or 'Charmaine'. Then it would be Imee Anra Gabriella Lim. Aiya, see first la. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. I think I'm not good enough after all. Good luck to the rest! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, things have been going downhill. I don't even have the time to sit down and actually think. Probably I have, I just don't realise. Like now, for instance, I still have to rush my chemistry and physics after blogging, and I got to do laundry and hang them, and most probably clean the house, cos Jie Rong complained about the amount of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised. Life isn't all about having fun and going all wild or trying to fit in. It's actually much much more than just pure fun. Currently, it's not in my head yet. So I got to resist temptations to all the fun life offers. Suffer first, enjoy later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so busy this past few week, so hectic that I can't even remember what I did.&lt;br /&gt;Time management, yes I know.&lt;br /&gt;I need to learnt that badly, and quickly. Everything's going so fast, you can practically feel it pushing you from the back.&lt;br /&gt;I would make it up. I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd feel downright stupid if I give up now after trying so hard for the past year. So I shall take a break from it, and I'd go for it, again. better to know I've tried my best rather than regret not trying at all right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He who saves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115435581915348000?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115435581915348000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115435581915348000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115435581915348000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115435581915348000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/havent-been-blogging-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115414877854010123</id><published>2006-07-29T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:27:18.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE ARE THE CURLY GANG. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Members : Abby, Miko, Jie Rong &amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;Three GIRLS and ONE guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby's unreliable when it comes to :" Don't wry, I won't fall asleep one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/320/SANY0770.0.jpg" border="0" height="173" width="211" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an excellent photographer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 224px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/SANY0771.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, curly gang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of the nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115414877854010123?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115414877854010123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115414877854010123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115414877854010123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115414877854010123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-are-curly-gang.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115393006301865900</id><published>2006-07-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:44:48.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm alone at home again! On the second day of Ghost month. Woo, nice.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay lah, I'm not that scared now, cos probably too lazy to be. Haaa!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Abby tried to scare me by watching Incredible Tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost a succesful attempt to sleepover, but haiyah, ma fan, my mum wouldn't approve anyway. I don't get it actually. She lets me go China, Scotland and Bali on my own but doesn't let me sleepover for ONE night, &amp; chalets are definite no-nos. So I guess I shall take this chance to stay out late but cannot lah, common test in two weeks time, think about it also no mood to thon liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English oral tomorrow. Ms.Purple better be in a good mood tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super sleepy now. Just managed to wish Justin happy bday on the dot. Gonna sleep soon. Please tell me I can wake up tomorrow morning. Ugh, I need three alarm clocks.&lt;br /&gt;Will update tomorrow or tomorrow tomorrow or something! Goodbye, loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Abby was so cute? I can imagine you being as shocked as I was. =p&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, abbbbbbbbbbbeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ /edit }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goooooooooood morning :D yes, I did manage to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;After hitting the snooze button for about 7 times.&lt;br /&gt;It's 6.30 in the mrng and I'm tired. Gna doze off later for sure. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to iron my uniform now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/40940003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/320/40940003.jpg" width="217" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, Imee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115393006301865900?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115393006301865900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115393006301865900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115393006301865900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115393006301865900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-alone-at-home-again-on-second-day.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115383376184408473</id><published>2006-07-25T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:09:43.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been staring at this screen for half an hour. I still don't know how to phrase everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special thanks to Wan, Wan Fong, Wei Rong &amp; Abby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I don't want anymore shit from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ / edit }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. dont point fingers at pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BDAY SKY. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115383376184408473?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115383376184408473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115383376184408473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115383376184408473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115383376184408473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-staring-at-this-screen-for.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115366179717496481</id><published>2006-07-23T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:44:42.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gemini Horoscope :&lt;br /&gt;Patience and perseverance: It's an unbeatable combination, especially right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to tags :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.15.15.14 :&lt;/strong&gt; Eh remembered the thing I promised you?MWAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby :&lt;/strong&gt; Stop elle oh elle-ing, woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rong&lt;/strong&gt; : Thanks for your clip the other day though I didn't use it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel :&lt;/strong&gt; video that creates big impact on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo :&lt;/strong&gt; Really meh? There's none on my com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel Bok :&lt;/strong&gt; Huh? what ask Abby? i'm always confused. lol. well, it goes to charity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHEEP! :&lt;/strong&gt; The one you throw with both hands?! Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth :&lt;/strong&gt; slowly ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Althea :&lt;/strong&gt; Lol, she's not that old anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Rong :&lt;/strong&gt; LOL. 24kg baby. That slimming centre cheat pple's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin K :&lt;/strong&gt; Haha thanks for helping out at the stall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paper :&lt;/strong&gt; In the end you were made to buy right, -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny :&lt;/strong&gt; Lol yes! we'll need LOTS of help anw! business was GOOD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole &lt;/strong&gt;: it's kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chang Sheng&lt;/strong&gt; : Hai. Pai seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I already replied tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do care, I just dont know how to express it.&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt want to make the wrong approach again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;happy monday in 1 hr and 20 mins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115366179717496481?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115366179717496481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115366179717496481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115366179717496481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115366179717496481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/gemini-horoscope-patience-and.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115358509388278988</id><published>2006-07-22T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:18:13.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I banged into the glass door. No, really.&lt;br /&gt;So damn embarassing even though only one witnessed it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it just have to be the one who always catch me at my most paiseh-est moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE SOLD OUT EVERY SINGLE ICE POPS TODAY! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who tended the stall.&lt;br /&gt;Wei rong, Wan Fong ,Rui Wen, and Mrs.Chen.&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo, selling those was fun, man.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the people we expected to support didn't even turn up to show a the least bit of it. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for slowing the four of you down. :(&lt;br /&gt;I..ah, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt; omg! once again, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reached home from getting a Shou Ce @ 11.30 pm. zzzz. Went for dinner before that. Family dinner at Marina south. saw some really unsightly things and my appetite was totally ruined. So didn't eat much. In fact, I quarelled more than I ate. Went bowling with them after that. Ho, I can never get a score higher than 70. I wanted to do Wf's style of striking, but was too embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographers don't really have easy jobs. They have to make sure the lens is perfectly clean, lol, and oh, they have to make sure the trash bags aren't in the way. lol. Photoshoots are pretty fun, considering there are "refreshments" at the end of it. :D Good luck in editing, Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper tired. &lt;em&gt;Thanks, man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not do that again. I hated to mention it too, but it just suddenly came, if you know what I mean. It just reminds me of everything bad related to it, and I didn't want to think that you two are alike. Cos you aren't.Sorry if I gave too big a reaction to the "Hi what are you doing" thing, but you know exactly why i did that. The freedom is yours to control. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Tomorrow will be a busy busy busy day again. Haiiiiiiyah.&lt;br /&gt;And oh! Now I know exactly how much joy a phone can bring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : NCC people thinks that everyone can do pull ups as well as them. -.-&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S : I need my shou ce back.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S : Sorry, 3D.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S : Thanks to those who contributed to the netball stall just now!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S.S : Chang Sheng and "MRS.GOH"&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S.S.S : I love my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S.S.S.S : Weirong, wo ai ni. Thanks for everything! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115358509388278988?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115358509388278988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115358509388278988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115358509388278988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115358509388278988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-believe-i-banged-into-glass.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115349012350613765</id><published>2006-07-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:55:23.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEVER and I repeat, NEVER underestimate the weight of a dozen packs of ice pops.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I did, and now my back hurts. Wei Rong's, Wan Fong's &amp; Richny's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People looked at us exceptionally weird today when we carried styrofoam boxes around. With faces that look constipated. If tomorrow isn't successful, I'd probably jump out of my room window, which is impossible cos I lost the key to the grill lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch girl's softball game.We were just watching the TKG girls having a friendly match this afternoon and it's so coooooooool, they can whack DAMN hard lah, and the moment they do the "SAFE" action, it's so coooooooooooooooooooooool. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC land is nuts. Circuit like dunno what like that. Then Leon didn't get tired at all. So scary. One day, I shall climb over that high wall thing. Heh, soon enough. Richny's gonna attempt it too. mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw! &lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW. BUY ICE POPS FROM THE NETBALL STALL! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115349012350613765?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115349012350613765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115349012350613765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115349012350613765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115349012350613765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/never-and-i-repeat-never-underestimate.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115340922909660505</id><published>2006-07-20T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:19:16.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busy busy busy busy busy!&lt;br /&gt;Just kind of finished settling golden run business with my fellow netballers. Woo. All's good, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;COME TO OUR STALL ON SATURDAY K. :D Although we don't provide "massage services" like what ncc would probably do, but erm erm, we observe hygiene (?!), and we sell cheap cheap cheap ice pops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this week, most of my days have been taken up by netball and stuff like that. Money raised from the selling of food, half will go to netball fund, to pay for the necessary stuff we bought, half will go to charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Rong's so funny. Just one trip to Parkway with her can result in EXCESSIVE LAUGHING all becasue of really ridiculous stuff. Like how I thought newborn babies weight 24 kg. Stupid right. -.- Ramly's burger at Parkway! SHANTIIIIIIIIIIII, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; Boon Lay pigging out day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been too many tests and homework these few days. All killed me. I can't catch up with E maths &amp; physics.Party thanks to Mr.Hao. Although he might not be &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; bad, but the whole class's psychology is that he's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; balding man who needs hair treatment quite desperately and the one who can't teach for nuts. Today, four teachers had to be in our class for physics lesson cos our class is lagging behind in Physics. Quite obvious lah please. oooooooooooh, I passed my A maths level test for the first time this year! :D&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope says I'm supposed to hibernate and not go wild. Don't ask me why I read them, I just do. In fact, I read them everyday, and 3/4 of the time, I don't know what the heck they're talking about. So I just read it for the sake of reading it. quite fun lah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common test's in probably 25 days? nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stamina is definitely dead. One km ( or lesser than that ) and I already K.Oed. Gogogogo, 3D, relay relay! My whole class is currently having this frenzy over the TEEN BUZZ thing, the high frequency sound that only young people can hear. It's this VERY high pitch sound that irritates the hell out of you, and ling long can't hear it. BWAHAHA. Abby tried sending me through blue tooth and I listened to it in class. Guess what. My phone doesn;t support such high frequency so it sounded like you're calling someone on the fax and it's put in LOUDSPEAKER. I don't know why Ms.Zhang didn't hear it in class. It's okay, Miko's phone react the same way too. Oh yah, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; guy wants a reward for GOING to school. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for jogging with me even though you ran TWICE my pace. o.O don't worry la, 3 months of chionging to study will pay off ( at the end of it ). I shall call you a CHAI QUAN NOOB. mmmmwa ha ha ha ha ha. Careful of your back ah please, and oh, your mum called. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Bali :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/320/IMG_0029.jpg" width="250" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nicole, Shearen getting off after Chubing.&lt;br /&gt;It's super fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice when you have to, be nasty when you want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get what the fuck you're trying to do here.&lt;br /&gt;over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Netballers playing against Damai tmr, GOOD LUCK. :)&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S : Weekend's gonna come! ( and go.)&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S : 2 months of QI YUE this year. Gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/CIMG0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/320/CIMG0074.jpg" width="190" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115340922909660505?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115340922909660505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115340922909660505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115340922909660505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115340922909660505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/busy-busy-busy-busy-busy-just-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115312303746904233</id><published>2006-07-17T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T16:28:58.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much for being so confident that I can pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no use blaming anything, excuses excuses.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;To think I practised probably 10 x more than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but then again!&lt;br /&gt;you made me happy just by a lil simple gesture. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115312303746904233?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115312303746904233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115312303746904233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115312303746904233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115312303746904233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-much-for-being-so-confident-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115305307139508896</id><published>2006-07-16T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:34:27.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 187px" src="http://youtube.com/v/lKP0yiJUav8" width="260" height="187" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Rachel's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115305307139508896?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115305307139508896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115305307139508896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115305307139508896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115305307139508896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/taken-from-rachels-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115288922841945201</id><published>2006-07-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:10:27.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/themask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/320/themask.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Jon the photographer himself. I like it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I assume I won't be blogging very often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Hibernation period. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, this will be a long long post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I promised you, I WILLLL study hard. Get lower L1R5 than you and you'll regret what you promised. Mwaha. :) So now's the time to start studying and get my ass off the com. But you know I won't exactly study my ass off yet until I realise that exams are actually coming, and coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;The Panic Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I think about it, think about how stupid and ridiculous I was then to actually have cried my hearts out for you, to let myself go so deep so deep. I bear part of the blame too. Indecisive and took you / everyone for granted. What sparked these thoughts? The misleading actions you do. But it doesn't matter much to me, it was-last time, and thanks to you, leassons learnt. You never fail to amaze me sometimes, though. And oh, sometimes, sweet has a limit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all gotta be FLEXIBLE. Our mindset can't just be fixed on that one paritcular thought. If not, life would be full of formulas. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano teacher says that I can't pass my piano exam, though I have improved a lil. Lots of people around me have given up on piano, why am I so piaing so hard for it? Grade six liao. Give up.. wasted isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;The London people lost my certificate a year ago, so they sent me a copied version &amp; now they found the original version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, for grade 5 practical exam, I failed every component except for one particular piece &amp;amp; that saved me. I passed overall! ( by 3 marks. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Piece A 5. ( 17/30)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes were &lt;em&gt;unfortunately not safe enough to keep this accurate and consistently fluent&lt;/em&gt;. There were &lt;em&gt;glimpses of musical intention,&lt;/em&gt; but the &lt;em&gt;spirited fluency of the movement was not managed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;u&gt; This proved too challenging for your technical resources. &lt;/u&gt;( passing mark : 20/30 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sight reading / quick study. ( 12/21)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken slowly, with notes &lt;u&gt;needing more accuracy&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;LH read 8VE too low.&lt;/u&gt;(passing mark : 14/21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I read the left hand notes an octave too low. THAT'S STUPID. When they say more ACCURACY needed, they mean " a lot of wrong notes " . Let's see what they'll say for my grade six practical next MONDAY.Hoho I'm gonna be leaving school at 11 on Monday. Wish me luck , pple. The more, the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep myself occupied, to keep my mind off things and to stop myself from stoning online &amp; yes,yes,yes, I have to manage-my-time-well-and-study-harder-dont-come-home-so-late-everyday-and-get-top-three-or-else.&lt;br /&gt;For Scotland, for myself, for you, for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I surprise myself with my 0% motivation to study. I'm not even bothered when I know if I go on like this, I'll fail fail fail. Probably it's been too long since I've gotten my last beating from her, but I shall be responsible enough and start acting like a sixteen year old. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how much joy a phone can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently feeling super broke. Ever since the wallet incident, mummy doesn't exactly trust me with money anymore. Bah. And this week, I dropped my wallet 7 times altogether. Which pissed Abby and Wei Rong off. Pai seh. I should probably attach a key detector on it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 1/4 of the day with Nicole Ng today. Lol, she's so unglam. Apart from that, it's the usual noisy her. &gt;:) We went into the MRT, and we went out of it again ,cos we were engrossed in talking we didn't even know where we were heading, so we went in and out lookign like some morons who completely have no idea what the MRT is for. If you stand at one particular spot in any MRT station for long enough, you'll spot a lot of weird people &amp;amp; men in bermudas walk down the staircase the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky for the both of us. &lt;em&gt;Don't you?&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ik hou van jou once again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/1600/stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="137" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4570/519/320/stop.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; time was a standstill.&lt;br /&gt;Again, taken from Jon's blog, taken by Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like superm&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;an.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115288922841945201?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115288922841945201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115288922841945201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115288922841945201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115288922841945201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/taken-from-jon-photographer-himself.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115280167366206371</id><published>2006-07-13T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:42:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't worry, I'll wait.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I know it, 4 months will be over.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, study our ass off ah. Chiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Carribean is a LONG show.&lt;br /&gt;Was close to probably, 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda slept at some parts.&lt;br /&gt;Nice overall and funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Kee Hoe picks on me so much in chem lab &amp; he caught me for using my handphone when I was just trying to take a picture of my black &amp;amp; green mosslike precipitate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano exam's in 3 days time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh hectic hectic hectic hectic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a good thing when you're pro at faking letters? I doubt. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecstacy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115280167366206371?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115280167366206371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115280167366206371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115280167366206371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115280167366206371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-worry-ill-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115277577589445350</id><published>2006-07-13T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:29:35.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deep thought of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GOLDEN RULE!&lt;br /&gt;Do unto others what you would want others to do unto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIBLE. (Luke 6 : 31)&lt;br /&gt;31 "And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMEEOLOGY. ( somewhere at the back of her head )&lt;br /&gt;Kanaaaaaaaa sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1464 hours &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Sry Atiqah for scaring you.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S : Sry and thx Wei Rong!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S : Thx Althea for accompanying me&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S : Thx so much Kai Liang for that stupid high pitched thing.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S.S: Last but no least, thanks abby for every single thing &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115277577589445350?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115277577589445350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115277577589445350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115277577589445350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115277577589445350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/deep-thought-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115263092897328283</id><published>2006-07-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:15:29.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY HOROSCOPE TODAY SAYS :&lt;br /&gt;Confidence and self-delusion are not the same thing! You have every right to brag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brag about WHAT, man. Lol, about the fact that I haven't completed my chemistry homework, haven't studied for physics + chemistry test, or the fact that I most probably have to stay in school until 6 +.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a "TOMATO SOAP" in Parkway and I cringed at it infront of the salesperson. I bet I'll have rashes if I use that soap, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha thanks for the comments. Yeah it might be simple but I guess that's the way I prefer it to be. More pictures, more distractions. Hehe. So yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have " Hi I'm Indonesian" written all over my forehead? Firstly, the cab driver that drove Abby to my hs the other time asked Abby if I was Indonesian and today some guy at Parkway knew straightaway that I'm an Indo Chinese. But it's okay, I'm proud to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, July is a hectic month.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th July - Edward's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;12th July - David's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;13th July -  :)&lt;br /&gt;14th July - Wei Ling's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;15th July - Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;16th July - Nicholas Chua &amp; Lyndon's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;17th July - Piano exam.&lt;br /&gt;26th July - Sky's birthday&lt;br /&gt;27th July- English oral.&lt;br /&gt;28th July - Chinese oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course, not forgetting tests and lectures and trainings in between.&lt;br /&gt;I feel good not going for training today. I don't get it. Why do we have circuit every single training? Burpees are the most irritating shit, ever. How the hell does Damai do 3 sets of 25 at one go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need some humour, go to &lt;a href="http://plaguedwith.blogspot.com"&gt;Abby's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Her losing-and-finding-her-phone incident is so stupid it's funny &amp; sorry Atiqah for making you sit alone today. Lol, I'll be back to save the day ( tomorrow ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll take tomorrow baby, yeah,one day at a time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115263092897328283?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115263092897328283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115263092897328283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115263092897328283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115263092897328283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-horoscope-today-says-confidence-and.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115260530380799358</id><published>2006-07-11T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:21:37.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's clouded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on piano 5 mins ago. The weather's too hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, just changed blogskin. Kinda used up 2 hours to make it.&lt;br /&gt;Picture's from bali ( again ). It wasn't meant to be blurred but cos my hand was shaking when i was using my phone camera. Comment on this skin ok, pple. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go bowling and dinner with family ( &amp; maybe family friend :D ) later. Brother wants to go bowling very badly, probably cos it's too ex in London.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I didn't go school today so managed to catch up on some sleep! Like, finally. After staying up for three / four soccer matches ( of which all the teams I supported LOST ) now it's the time to sleep all I want. But I had to wake up at 12 cos the construction opposite my condo makes FAR TOO MUCH noise. There's 3 more building to bash down and six new ones to be built. That would probably take 3 years? Niceee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to live in THE ESTA, but sadly, it'll only be built finish in 2009, and by then, I doubt I'll still be studying in Sg. The house is full of mirrors and the toilet is somehow.. transparent, BUT, that can be changed. Nicole and me are gonna get that penthouse unit. We still have $ 1 999 970.50 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Winston's gonna get me a lamborghini. Sadly, a miniature one with a scale of probably 1 : 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading through Reader's Digest this morning. Found some cool facts.&lt;br /&gt;Banana trees are not trees, they're giant herbs &amp;amp; the senior maker of Crayola was colour blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby's Chinese O's oral today. Hope everything goes okay alright okay. She lost and found her phone today. Latest trend in the group - losing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird to see unexpected people caring. Thanks, guys.&lt;br /&gt;My mom was my hero this mrng. I felt so guilty for everything. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mails are cool. &lt;span style="color:#525252;"&gt;Do you really mean all those?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noooooooooooooooo. I got to finish up my chemistry homework and study for the test. What's tested for physics ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; so is my head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115260530380799358?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115260530380799358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115260530380799358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115260530380799358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115260530380799358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-clouded-i-gave-up-on-piano-5-mins.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115254225248798621</id><published>2006-07-10T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:37:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stfu before your mouth gets shoved up your ass to make you realise how much shit you're capable of sprouting out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a foul mood and I'll blame PMS. Lol, yes, i contradict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole is the last person you would want to get lost with.&lt;br /&gt;She just walks away when you're trying hard to navigate your way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : will you please just stop it.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S : it can't be all me and no you.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S : wo shuo de dao, jiu zhuo de dao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ln e to the power of 0  is ONE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115254225248798621?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115254225248798621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115254225248798621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115254225248798621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115254225248798621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/stfu-before-your-mouth-gets-shoved-up.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115245194058035184</id><published>2006-07-09T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:32:20.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you take for granted and still accuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. shearen doesn't like redheads. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;a maths test tmr. linear law?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say the word and I shall be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got mail.&lt;br /&gt;haha there's this girl who added me on msn and said that she found my email through some chain emails and she found my email nice so she added me.&lt;br /&gt;which part of x_imee interests her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i declare myself bankrupt?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115245194058035184?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115245194058035184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115245194058035184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115245194058035184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115245194058035184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-take-for-granted-and-still-accuse.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115243031248554519</id><published>2006-07-09T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T15:31:52.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, we'd be dancing in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thanks Kenneth for doing the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add maths test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;3. Portugal vs Germany. 1-3.&lt;br /&gt;4. Woke up to find Channel 5 didn't broadcast it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Darn. Shouldn't have made a bet with Winnie. T.T&lt;br /&gt;6. Well, I had faith in C.Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;7. Wf : PortugaY not Portugal. o.o&lt;br /&gt;8. SS project close to done.&lt;br /&gt;9. Piano soon after this.&lt;br /&gt;10. A &amp; W float.&lt;br /&gt;11. Just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;12. Super suay.&lt;br /&gt;13. The day Nicole found her phone, I lost my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;14. I'll probably go to school with slippers tmr.&lt;br /&gt;15. Currently very broke.&lt;br /&gt;16. Got accused by mum of spending $30 I never had ( lol )&lt;br /&gt;17. Nicole wants "4ever" to be played during her funeral.&lt;br /&gt;18. &amp;amp; a party with everyone wearing orange.&lt;br /&gt;19. Asshole, I want my EZ-link back.&lt;br /&gt;20. Church tonight.&lt;br /&gt;21. Tonight, France shall win. :)&lt;br /&gt;22. My chinese teacher finds new injury on me every week.&lt;br /&gt;23. Great day with Nicole ytd.&lt;br /&gt;24. You better give me back my luck soooooon!&lt;br /&gt;25. My "DA YI MA" came to visit me today. T.T&lt;br /&gt;26. VS and ACS start school at 9.30 tmr. ( source : Boon )&lt;br /&gt;27. Tkss? 7  frkng 30.&lt;br /&gt;28. Asperger Syndrome. Now I understand.&lt;br /&gt;29. Cornetto mini is so tiny.&lt;br /&gt;30. Lucky me. No, lucky you. &gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;31. I completely forgot what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;32. Probably, I'm just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;33. Common test is five weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;34. Burpees are RIDICULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;35. Dominated.&lt;br /&gt;36. I think I'll want " Come what may" for my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;37. There's so many things I want to do, but there's so little time.&lt;br /&gt;38. Shearen's meet the parent session. &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;39. 2 hours wasted yesterday to find a place for DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;40. As always, we ended up at Parkway! :D&lt;br /&gt;41. Good luck for your oral tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;42. Reminder to Abby that her chinese oral is on Tue.&lt;br /&gt;43. Next week shall be my lucky week. ^^&lt;br /&gt;44. Ik hou van jou.&lt;br /&gt;45. Callate lah you.&lt;br /&gt;46. And.. ME NO IMPORTA!&lt;br /&gt;47. Kenneth, Lol, stop refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short, go surf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115243031248554519?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115243031248554519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115243031248554519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115243031248554519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115243031248554519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/once-again-wed-be-dancing-in-moonlight.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115228605774574982</id><published>2006-07-07T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:27:37.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha you guys are one noisy and crazy bunch, man.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed for about an hour and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Mom wasn't very happy about me coming home after 10.&lt;br /&gt;Curfew, curfew, curfew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who comes to a primary school gathering, goes to one corner and smoke, oh wait, is it even 'a corner' ? Haha.Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next ten days, I am going to forsake most of my online time until 9 p.m. I'm so determined to get merit, to prove people wrong. Mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of goodbye is that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't strain yourself too much. If you don't want to listen to my advice, then don't but, just take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait and get disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei yi chi he ni fen kai, shen shen de bei ni da bai~&lt;br /&gt;And I can't catch the next line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115228605774574982?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115228605774574982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115228605774574982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115228605774574982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115228605774574982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/haha-you-guys-are-one-noisy-and-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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-18798457.post-115219838696167015</id><published>2006-07-06T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:06:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today hasn't been a good day at all, so  please do not make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be okay tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight vulgarities. My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallet got lost / stolen, money got taken, ez-link card gone, cashcard disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bastard, who actually put a $1 Mcdonald voucher to make up for all the losses.&lt;br /&gt;EZ-link card also must take, are you like so desperate to eat MACS ?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks Zheng Jun, Wei Jie, Abby, Wei Rong, Leon, Nicole &amp; Jo for helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training.&lt;br /&gt;Losers with stupid excuses.&lt;br /&gt;Circuit. Drills. Suicides.&lt;br /&gt;Trng, trng, trng. Why work so hard? :(&lt;br /&gt;Nobody bothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, we haven't talked in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKP P6 yr 2003, gathering tmr at pit 47 @ east coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly side of you I finally got to see.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm back to waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting everything eat me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18798457-115219838696167015?l=imee--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/feeds/115219838696167015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18798457&amp;postID=115219838696167015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115219838696167015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18798457/posts/default/115219838696167015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imee--.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-hasnt-been-good-day-at-all-so.html' title=''/><author><name>imeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712652044904343717</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>
