<?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-23572612</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:03:00.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bits &amp; pieces</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6562569116966213481</id><published>2007-10-13T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T18:03:12.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i guess marks are the major topic HUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;marks..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;top in science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;top in history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bad news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not top in maths(SORRY I &lt;u&gt;SCREWED&lt;/u&gt; IT.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chinese is c5-____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;english is b4-____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;geog and lit pulled down my average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lit is horrid.(if mrs lam hadn given so high i would have FLUNKED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;top in 2 subj,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and sucked in the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my science and maths got the same marks(AGAIN!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good for science, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but horrid for maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you have to admit that i TRIED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tried but failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iwishformore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iwishformore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i shall list from good to bad then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(in terms of subj grades)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;history(a1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;science &amp;amp; maths(a1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;geography(b3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;english(b4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;literature(b4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chinese(c5)[hmm:X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;improvements and deprovements(if there's such a word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; cried for chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;try so hard also never get beyond C's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haiis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;luckily maths and science are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all the more reason to drop lit geog .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i suck in humanities(i spelled it out cos it was "humans".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suddenly miss 2P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its not like i hate the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its just that i never felt we had much class spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but times like frankenstein play i will never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bonded by a common mission and goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wish you guys luck in getting into your streams(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loveyaaaa.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;junying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-2346925683289292086</id><published>2007-10-10T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:28:15.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;so happy lehhx.&lt;br /&gt;cookies and brownies ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;livia came over today to teach me to bake!!!&lt;br /&gt;bibi helped too!&lt;br /&gt;bakingg!!!&lt;br /&gt;yea the brownies and the cookies turned out GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;HAhedee!!&lt;br /&gt;so happy !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i very scared of baking alone...:X&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND. must TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. in Vote For Larry,&lt;br /&gt;(another one of my marathon of books),&lt;br /&gt;the bad guy was called timothy.&lt;br /&gt;talk about being the same bad guy in reality and virtual worlds.&lt;br /&gt;true, true.&lt;br /&gt;mirroring reality is the virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;ok thats gonna be my msn nick soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh guess what,&lt;br /&gt;the best gift the band can give is:&lt;br /&gt;the first band prac on MY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;ya gotta be kiddinnn'&lt;br /&gt;this is GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;no really. sense sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;if there was a time i REALLY wanted to pon.&lt;br /&gt;its THIS.&lt;br /&gt;oh MANN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my phone rang twice in the library.&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;so ma lu!!!!&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;one from eunice, and the other from livia.&lt;br /&gt;pretty much can be summarised into one word: shocking.&lt;br /&gt;its like,&lt;br /&gt;normally people dun even call me?&lt;br /&gt;and in less than 15min, 2 peeps do...&lt;br /&gt;mygoodieness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my daddy wants to enroll me in a pranic healing course.&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually pretty keen.&lt;br /&gt;quote from azilah&lt;br /&gt;"i wanted to do something like that... can understand my father more"&lt;br /&gt;yea... dun think she rmb saying that...&lt;br /&gt;but it somehow remained in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;the connotations of that sentence...&lt;br /&gt;so i wanna take up pranic healing to understand more about my parents.&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough.&lt;br /&gt;exams finally over for MOST peeps.&lt;br /&gt;(good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr gettin back results&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;very nervous....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;if i dun do well, then cannot get into trip science.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO THIS!&lt;br /&gt;very scared.&lt;br /&gt;i can get a1!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i can i can i can i can.&lt;br /&gt;NOT.(my other personality)&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;junying&lt;3&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-1578760944063349090</id><published>2007-10-08T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:59:06.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELLYN and MY birthday celebrations!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oleh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya so it was shopping @ vivo first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;saw LOADDSA earrings i want!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but waayyyee expensive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHEESH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that didn stop sara from buying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(why she's a shopping girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the heartshaped ones were nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ellyn got sick of me saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" omg i like this earring!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"omg i like this bag!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wei wei wei... i long time never go shopping ler understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya so we around the shop next to forever 21,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(people got memory prob understand...),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when jiehui gathered everyone around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exc ellyn and i,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and they were discussing our treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-____- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can hear their voices, but cannot hear what they discuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG i SO like the accessories man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esp chomel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm crazy over chomel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mann mann mannn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i should calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the end also never buy -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so suddenly jiehui, natasha and sharyl disappeared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and only sara, shuek chian and chunyi were around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so we went to other shops like diva when nat called me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they were at ben and jerrys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(cos ellyn and i forced them to treat us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya so we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jiehui: "we have decided on your birthday trip, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but you've gotta pay yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wow jiehui... WHAT a TREAT(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we have to pay on our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so the trip was to go to sentosa(wth!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which WAS pretty exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya so we took the monorail thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that jiehui couldn find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(yar some more its next to the place her parents bring her and her bros to eat every sat),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and we boarded it(it costs 3 bucks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO SLOW! then shuek chian had the lame joke of derelict land(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we got off at imbiah(what a name) and set off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was drizzling a little and we started the climb to dunno where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya so we climbed till this opening which said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"cine blast"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we wanted to go(nah this wasn the treat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but it cost 16bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHEESH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and it only lasted 15min -_____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they've gotta be kiddin to buy me over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so we quit and jiehui asked the ticket booth peeps where *our treat* was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya some more climbing just that less...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and we were there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at first i was so much more interested in the skyride than the luge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but after doing the luge OMG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i wanna do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and again!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then i was thinking: this must be how eunice they'all feel in the arcade playing race cars.then i felt like doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but of course not la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on the way to the skyride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ellyn said that only paikia went to the arcade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and sara agreed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey hey hey... i thought I was the only anti-arcade here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so we boarded the skyride(this was the treat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya and i was so scared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i started laughing and crying at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WALAO i didn know i was scared of heights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tears were welling over my eyes la pls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and then jiehui said she wanted to sing the birthday song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm getting FREAKED and you SING THE BDAY SONG?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alot of xin yi la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i was so FREAKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks anyway(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loved it. HAHAHAHHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rather, loved the luge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;must be specific(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahahah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we played at the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya at one of the beaches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there was a naked baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ellyn, sara, jiehui, shuek chian made such a big deal outta it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE LOR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its a BABY, for heaven's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why put our societal rules on innocent babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even ADULTS go strip bathing la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok BACK TO THE POINT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there was this guy that kept staring at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so ellyn said we better go take care of our bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya bs la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after he walked away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we went to climb the rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and we sat on a palm tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!! yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;funfunfunfun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya then we were all like dragging our feet by the time we boarded the bus to imbiah(HAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;only jiehui so energetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still go buy desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was so happy when the bus came to take us to the monorail station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boarded it, and went back to vivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we bought DONUTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAYAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on sun when joanna told me she was gonna buy donuts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was so sad, cos i thought vivo dun have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT HAVE!!! woots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so i bought 6 donuts for my fanily to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(cos my daddy said donuts "so sweeeeeeet!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mummy and daddy reaction: HUH. so fattening!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmmm. my mum even suggested giving some to my neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. BS lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its either i finish all on my own, or nobody's touching my donuts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok i sound like some selfish peep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;actually i bought a couple for my bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i forgot he has hand-foot and mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ohh mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i hope he can eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it'll be my get well soon pressie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahahahaahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love my brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my brother has a whole week of not going to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i thought &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; was lucky for not needing to go to school for 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life's ironical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was still laughing at him for having to go to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok i read 5 books in 2 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm so happy i'm reading again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i put down reading for band, and the comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so when i spent the whole day reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hen shuang de gan jue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH OH OH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIVIA de SHIFU is gonna teach me BAKINGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAYYY! i can't WAIIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kitchen mouse!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yaydeyaydeyay! LAledeeLAledee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm OVERLY high n0w.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AHHH! so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its gonna be erhum's erhum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no no its a mi4 mi4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bu4 neng2 shuo1 de4 mi4 mi4 ni2 ting1 guo4 ma1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wanted to buy the Secret DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but looked at the price...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NAHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wait till there's 20% discount...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i want the score tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EUNICE CHOONG! rmb!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okie okie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm still wondering if i should learn tennis from eunice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she'll kill me la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FLAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok ok ok!! hyperbole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb i totally screwed tennis.&lt;br /&gt;my daddy's tennis gang was totally upset la...&lt;br /&gt;another reason i REFUSE to go learn tennis.&lt;br /&gt;they'll definitely ask me to play.&lt;br /&gt;and to play with them is to ask for SHYYTE.&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TOPIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm nervous for results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. now my HIGH-ness shall take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightss&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;junying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-1578760944063349090?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/1578760944063349090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=1578760944063349090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1578760944063349090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1578760944063349090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-was-ellyn-and-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-3368420570709761577</id><published>2007-10-06T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:24:37.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;life after exams are good, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;taught Eunice maths today...&lt;br /&gt;but we ended up slacking.&lt;br /&gt;she's so fun to teach.&lt;br /&gt;i teach her,&lt;br /&gt;gives her a stack of worksheets,&lt;br /&gt;and she gives me her ipodd phone&lt;br /&gt;and i play, while she works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all students were so fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after she left,&lt;br /&gt;read Faultline by Janet Tashjian.&lt;br /&gt;and Mississppi Bridge by Mildred D Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;good books man.&lt;br /&gt;if i could write like them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faultline's about this girl called Becky,&lt;br /&gt;who's in denial that her boyfriend Kip is abusing her.&lt;br /&gt;yea and Kip doesn wanna know,&lt;br /&gt;or rather, justifies that his acts were because of Becky.&lt;br /&gt;walao. he loves her WAAAAyyyy to much man.&lt;br /&gt;she just leave liao,&lt;br /&gt;immediately pull her back.&lt;br /&gt;the part where he accidentally pulls her hoop out from her ear&lt;br /&gt;(sorry its YANK)&lt;br /&gt;and she bleeds like TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;freaky.&lt;br /&gt;but its real good.&lt;br /&gt;"life's what you're stuck with while you're waiting to have one."&lt;br /&gt;go read it(:&lt;br /&gt;yea and Becky's suuper brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;dun even GET yourself into a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;don't,&lt;br /&gt;and you wun be abused.&lt;br /&gt;foolproof way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msn's abit off today...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;can't sign in...&lt;br /&gt;dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goal for the month october:&lt;br /&gt;LET GO off troubles.&lt;br /&gt;why stick to it when you can&lt;br /&gt;LET GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i'm in a major need for this.&lt;br /&gt;keep thinking about the past and comparing it.&lt;br /&gt;let go let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO not going into some form of relationship,&lt;br /&gt;and its gonna take me months 'fore i'm gonna really trust someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i've been backstabbed waaayyyy to many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let go let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh! beatrice is gonna invite me to CHURCH!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;but rongxian is there.&lt;br /&gt;piangeh.&lt;br /&gt;he daos me everytime we meet each other at the hdb blocks there.&lt;br /&gt;oh mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea the past: primary school.&lt;br /&gt;oh mann.&lt;br /&gt;that was LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking bout all the things in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;oh mann.&lt;br /&gt;i've always been very concerned for sandy la...&lt;br /&gt;and its like wth. she's smoking?!&lt;br /&gt;and drinking?!&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. i feel like a total failure.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;and the funniest thing is:&lt;br /&gt;in primary school i was ultra close to the girls&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;i'm ultra close to the guys.&lt;br /&gt;as in friends.&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mann.&lt;br /&gt;band's gonna start soon.&lt;br /&gt;my ball of string is gonna continue to unroll&lt;br /&gt;(unroll till i die la)&lt;br /&gt;and my baritong sax is in the bandroom -____-&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to bring it home!!!&lt;br /&gt;shyyte.&lt;br /&gt;like i haven touched it since 2 tuesdays ago.&lt;br /&gt;and my breath is so gonna fall short.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;please dun die breath,&lt;br /&gt;please dun die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to end with a quote:&lt;br /&gt;"wherever you go, there you are."&lt;br /&gt;-Faultline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;junying&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUH-REEEEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3368420570709761577?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3368420570709761577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=3368420570709761577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3368420570709761577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3368420570709761577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-381214168194289285</id><published>2007-10-05T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:08:19.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am FREEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea man oh yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;MAGENTA officially has NO MORE RED AND NO MORE BLUE!&lt;br /&gt;HAIS.&lt;br /&gt;kinda sad when i typed the above sentence.&lt;br /&gt;pretty depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh!&lt;br /&gt;you know i realise almost everytime i go out with peeps,&lt;br /&gt;its the 8th or has an 8 inside!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;8th dec 2006- the sino-spore exchange outing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;8th sept 2007- MY DEAR MINDCHAMPS FRIENDS(minus someone i feel like smacking now)&lt;br /&gt;8th oct 2007- ELLYN AND MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!!! hahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMOGMG&lt;br /&gt;HIGHIGHIGHIGH!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so HAPPPAYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;life's been kinda down.&lt;br /&gt;everyday face some sorta dejection.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;only when i go online i chat with a few people&lt;br /&gt;then i'm truly relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;oh and when i read the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;whats with my broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;stress and what not.&lt;br /&gt;siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.&lt;br /&gt;during maths paper 2 i was seriosuly distracted.&lt;br /&gt;some girl was making me feel like a total DUMP.&lt;br /&gt;for writing the WRONG CARELESS answer.&lt;br /&gt;and HER STUPID SADDISTIC FACE.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;all i could think about for the first few questions was :&lt;br /&gt;she's a ****h ****h!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG I TRIED CALMING MY SELF DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;suupser pissed with myself for everything.&lt;br /&gt;maths cannot do well liao.&lt;br /&gt;thats why aftr the paper i purposely go home myself,&lt;br /&gt;then sit at the bus stop by myself.&lt;br /&gt;even when my whole class mates were chattering away noisily.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so pissed with my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is going DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;so glad that *jc is taking her away.&lt;br /&gt;CEDAR so dunnit her kind of liao lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magenta's mixing with yellow!!!&lt;br /&gt;haHAHahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really quite depressed.&lt;br /&gt;ok la.&lt;br /&gt;OVER&lt;br /&gt;OVER&lt;br /&gt;OVER&lt;br /&gt;OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea really everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love,&lt;br /&gt;junying&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-381214168194289285?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/381214168194289285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=381214168194289285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/381214168194289285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/381214168194289285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/10/hahahahahahahah-i-am-freeeeeee-oh-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-7694622594993721605</id><published>2007-09-30T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T14:32:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE POTENTIAL BREAK UP SONG=&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da la la la&lt;br /&gt;La da da la la la&lt;br /&gt;La da da la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;It took too longIt took too long&lt;br /&gt;It took too long for you to call back&lt;br /&gt;And normally I would just forget that&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact it was my birthday&lt;br /&gt;My stupid birthday&lt;br /&gt;I played alongI played along&lt;br /&gt;I played along&lt;br /&gt;Rolled right off my back&lt;br /&gt;But obviously my armor was cracked&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a boyfriend would forget that?&lt;br /&gt;Who would forget that?&lt;br /&gt;The type of guy who doesn't see&lt;br /&gt;What he has until she leaves&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause without me you know you're lost&lt;br /&gt;Wise up now or pay the cost&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will know&lt;br /&gt;You're not living'&lt;br /&gt;Til you're living, living with me&lt;br /&gt;You're not winning&lt;br /&gt;'Til you're winning, winning me&lt;br /&gt;You're not getting'&lt;br /&gt;Til you're getting, getting me&lt;br /&gt;You're not living 'til you're living, living for me&lt;br /&gt;This is the potential breakup song&lt;br /&gt;Our album needs just one&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby please&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me&lt;br /&gt;We got along&lt;br /&gt;We got along&lt;br /&gt;We got along until you did that&lt;br /&gt;Now all I want is just my stuff back&lt;br /&gt;Do you get that?Let me repeat that&lt;br /&gt;I want my stuff back&lt;br /&gt;You can send it in a box&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Just drop it off&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home&lt;br /&gt;Cause without me you know you're lost&lt;br /&gt;Minus you, I'm better off&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will know&lt;br /&gt;You're not living&lt;br /&gt;'Til you're living, living with me&lt;br /&gt;You're not winning&lt;br /&gt;'Til you're winning, winning me&lt;br /&gt;You're not getting&lt;br /&gt;'Til you're getting, getting me&lt;br /&gt;You're not living&lt;br /&gt;'til you're living, living for me&lt;br /&gt;You can try&lt;br /&gt;You can try&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd know it'd be a lie&lt;br /&gt;Without me you're gonna die&lt;br /&gt;So you betta think clearly, clearly&lt;br /&gt;Before you nearly, nearly messed up the situation&lt;br /&gt;That you're gonna miss dearly, dearly&lt;br /&gt;Come on!&lt;br /&gt;You're not living&lt;br /&gt;'Til you're living, living with me&lt;br /&gt;You're not winning&lt;br /&gt;'Til you're winning, winning me&lt;br /&gt;You're not getting&lt;br /&gt;'Til you're getting, getting me&lt;br /&gt;You're not living 'til you're living, living for me&lt;br /&gt;This is the potential breakup song&lt;br /&gt;Our album needs just one&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby please, Please, tell me&lt;br /&gt;This is the potential makeup song&lt;br /&gt;Please just admit you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Which will it be&lt;br /&gt;Which will it be&lt;br /&gt;La da da la la la&lt;br /&gt;La da da la la la&lt;br /&gt;La da da la la la la la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-7694622594993721605?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/7694622594993721605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tell you my brother and i must be the lamest siblings in the world.&lt;br /&gt;HENG: jie jie, you know learning Japanese is VERY good, because-&lt;br /&gt;JIE JIE: you can scold people right!&lt;br /&gt;HENG: ya and i-&lt;br /&gt;JIE JIE: BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA!&lt;br /&gt;HENG: INU INU INU INU INU(however you spell it)&lt;br /&gt;yar so we were baka-ing and inu-ing each other.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely happy with what i did today.&lt;br /&gt;10-12 literature&lt;br /&gt;ms fang came and she went thru all the themes in roll of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;then we sorta side tracked when she came to racism(she always does)&lt;br /&gt;relating it to singapore context&lt;br /&gt;and saying that she enjoys all the tours of going into mosques and temples.&lt;br /&gt;me: erm. i thoughts christians cannot go into other religions temeples?&lt;br /&gt;ms fang: *shakes head* no... thats what alot of christians feel...&lt;br /&gt;then she talked and talked about her dragon vase and how christians break it because they view it as demonic,&lt;br /&gt;but she says "its her culture" and that by associating the vase as demonic,&lt;br /&gt;one is relating taoism into christianity,&lt;br /&gt;and thats even worse.&lt;br /&gt;she always gives me insights into christianity(cos she always sidetracks)(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-3 maths&lt;br /&gt;pretty stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i went there 7minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;she gave me the worksheet 10 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;i did the worksheet in 30min and marked it and did corrections.&lt;br /&gt;give her back at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;stoned at my desk for 45min cos she was overly busy.&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT doing work.&lt;br /&gt;and then at 2.45, she gave me a paper,&lt;br /&gt;and told me i could do it at home cos my lesson was over.&lt;br /&gt;-______-""""&lt;br /&gt;dots la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30-630&lt;br /&gt;chionged my science rev before mr chua started.&lt;br /&gt;he started surprisingly earlier than usual&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;mr chua: at 2011 it will be my 30 YEAR OLD BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;peiyin and i sniggers.&lt;br /&gt;(he's like 56plus plus plus alot ah!)&lt;br /&gt;mrchua: what huh dun believe i'm 30 years old ah!&lt;br /&gt;he's suuper stupid i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;then on our way back home,&lt;br /&gt;beatrice and i were chatting&lt;br /&gt;and she said bout the marists.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why&lt;br /&gt;our whole conversations basically revolved round marists and cedar.&lt;br /&gt;omg very stuupid.&lt;br /&gt;she said one of the guys among mr chua peeps was her first crush in kindergarden.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i had this big -.-"&lt;br /&gt;beatrice is so funnily lame la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then i came home and studied history!!!!&lt;br /&gt;harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;chapter1-3 read thru(did that 2 weeks ago)&lt;br /&gt;chapter 5-6 S.O.S(thursday)&lt;br /&gt;chapter 7-8 series of events (ytd)&lt;br /&gt;chapter 9 comparison between PAP and malaysian gvmt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very proud of how i organised thoughts(:&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is chionging!&lt;br /&gt;my mum's coming back tmr.&lt;br /&gt;so definitely must chiong:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya peeps,&lt;br /&gt;junying&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-7975883765905437772?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/7975883765905437772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=7975883765905437772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/7975883765905437772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/7975883765905437772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-tell-you-my-brother-and-i-must-be.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-702030069654613453</id><published>2007-09-28T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:35:37.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tell you i laughed so much when talking to chew bing hong.&lt;br /&gt;binghong: ahlo&lt;br /&gt;junying; ELLOS&lt;br /&gt;binghong: siao&lt;br /&gt;junying: siao&lt;br /&gt;binghong: what&lt;br /&gt;junying: what&lt;br /&gt;binghong: you say i siao what =.=&lt;br /&gt;junying: you say i siao what =.=&lt;br /&gt;binghong: OKOK you win.&lt;br /&gt;junying; oh YAY!&lt;br /&gt;binghong: what have you just send me&lt;br /&gt;binghong: baka&lt;br /&gt;(junying asks westcott what baka means. westcott tells her its stupid)&lt;br /&gt;junying: you then baka la you&lt;br /&gt;binghong: i baka thats why in mshs right?&lt;br /&gt;(mshs stands for maris stella high school)&lt;br /&gt;(1st laugh)&lt;br /&gt;binghong: eh tell mje what to study for chinese compo leh!&lt;br /&gt;junying: oh PLEASE i just went off point for MINE! today's exam ma&lt;br /&gt;binghong: aiya. your chinese lousy what. cannot blame you.&lt;br /&gt;junying: you wanna die ah! so clever then ask me for what!&lt;br /&gt;(2nd laugh)&lt;br /&gt;binghong: wo xin shi cong cong you know&lt;br /&gt;junying: WAHHHHH you jus broke up with someone ???&lt;br /&gt;binghong: wo you gf meh?&lt;br /&gt;junying: zen me bu hui ne?&lt;br /&gt;binghong: yin wei wo you ge nooob face =D&lt;br /&gt;(3rd laugh MAJOR!)&lt;br /&gt;binghong: i love someone but dun wan say&lt;br /&gt;junying WAHHH is LOVVEEEE ah. NOT EVEN CRUSH.&lt;br /&gt;binghong: fine. LIKE can? can? CAN ANOT?&lt;br /&gt;junying: can can can. chill chill chillax(learn from scotty one)&lt;br /&gt;(4th laugh)&lt;br /&gt;binghong: lols sian.but i no more tuition ler. the girl gone ler ler=((&lt;br /&gt;(5th laugh)&lt;br /&gt;junying: but you still talk to her?&lt;br /&gt;binghong:i dun even have her number&lt;br /&gt;junying: why never ask???? yao yong gan zhi dao ma&lt;br /&gt;binghong: aiya pi gu la yong gan what crap&lt;br /&gt;(6th laugh)&lt;br /&gt;junying: weh my friend 14 got like what 5 gf?(refering to timmy lee)&lt;br /&gt;binghong: ask him go die&lt;br /&gt;junying: oh dun worry. i ask him go die loadsa times.&lt;br /&gt;(then he touched on sensitive areas bla bla bla)&lt;br /&gt;binghong: must think of going out with gf and all those, shi waste time de hao bu hao&lt;br /&gt;junying LOL good one&lt;br /&gt;binghong: and the girls wun possibly like me right&lt;br /&gt;(frowns for the next few lines)&lt;br /&gt;junying: you can de lor, jus not now(:&lt;br /&gt;binghong: lol act like you got tiao jian&lt;br /&gt;junying: eh i never say i got lor&lt;br /&gt;binghong: haha. why is growing up so painful?&lt;br /&gt;junying: are you asking ME?sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;binghong: then&lt;br /&gt;junying: chillax&lt;br /&gt;bignhong: no no no i asking the computer.&lt;br /&gt;binghong: -.- OBVIOUSLY YOU LAh!&lt;br /&gt;(7th laugh)&lt;br /&gt;junying: ok ok! sheesh! chillax!&lt;br /&gt;binghong: and its a Rhetorical question&lt;br /&gt;binghong: so the answer is already in me.&lt;br /&gt;binghong: lol!&lt;br /&gt;junying:WOOOOOWWWWW such good english man.&lt;br /&gt;(he didn sense the sarcasm -.-")&lt;br /&gt;(8th laugh)&lt;br /&gt;(then he said a racist joke, but i promised not to put it on my blog)&lt;br /&gt;(9th laugh)&lt;br /&gt;binghong: i go watch tv. see ya soon.&lt;br /&gt;junying: byebye!&lt;br /&gt;binghong: good luck for exams&lt;br /&gt;junying: good luck for exams!&lt;br /&gt;binghong: bye *muacks*&lt;br /&gt;binghong: eee so gay&lt;br /&gt;junying: WEH I NOT GUY OK!&lt;br /&gt;binghong: lol ok.&lt;br /&gt;junying: UGH DISGUSTO!&lt;br /&gt;binghong: so its ok if i say that to you&lt;br /&gt;binghong: you girl i boy still can lolS.&lt;br /&gt;junying: EJWXQVG!&lt;br /&gt;binghong: wt hell is that&lt;br /&gt;junying: ejwxqvg!&lt;br /&gt;binghong: don emo&lt;br /&gt;junying: its a form of disgust and shock!&lt;br /&gt;binghong: eat jungle wet xpensive quality vegetarian greenweed&lt;br /&gt;(10th MAAAAGGOR LAUGH)&lt;br /&gt;binghong: thats crap. bye bye&lt;br /&gt;binghong: *muacks toh!&lt;br /&gt;binghong; lol eee&lt;br /&gt;junying: EJWXQVG!&lt;br /&gt;junying: *MUACKS* back&lt;br /&gt;binghong: OMG&lt;br /&gt;binghong: EJWXQVG&lt;br /&gt;junying: EJWXQVG!&lt;br /&gt;(fastforward)&lt;br /&gt;binghong: that 1 after exam everyone go play lan&lt;br /&gt;binghong: local are network&lt;br /&gt;junying: i know what LAN is la!&lt;br /&gt;binghong:aiya later you think i lan jiaox!&lt;br /&gt;(11th laugh)&lt;br /&gt;binghong: opps commercial over.&lt;br /&gt;binghong: *muacks i zao again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;br /&gt;damn stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LAUGHING SO MUCH CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i slept in science today.&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVOURITE TEACHER'S LESSON AND I SLEPT.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;this is SO NOT junying la.&lt;br /&gt;must have been influenced by NatKoh.&lt;br /&gt;but i really couldn see anything,&lt;br /&gt;cos i didn wear lenses for 3 nights ina row.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i only woke up when i heard the class cheering.&lt;br /&gt;i thought mrs yeo was gonna give us free time to study.&lt;br /&gt;then i listened and OMG she gave us KITKAT MY GOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;so sweet ok!&lt;br /&gt;ok i better go and study sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day and good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;junying&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-702030069654613453?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6360053125644869070</id><published>2007-09-27T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:07:50.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;natasha's email is so true la.&lt;br /&gt;as in the stuupid zodiac thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA - The Lame One&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to everyone they meet.&lt;br /&gt;Their Love is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;Silly, fun and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Have own unique appeal.&lt;br /&gt;Most caring person you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;However, not the kind of person you want to mess with... you might end up crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mess with me babe,&lt;br /&gt;and you're going down.&lt;br /&gt;*GRINS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-5601950268893155473</id><published>2007-09-27T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T19:58:58.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK I SHALL NOT TALK ABOUT MY AWFUL CHINESE PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;wth i almost slept in paper 2 -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH.&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;i completed the Cedar mock maths exam paper one in half hour,&lt;br /&gt;and i completed Cedar mock maths exam paper 2 in fourty minutes!&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;cos the mock paper is so much easier to last yr's paper,&lt;br /&gt;so i'm quite sure the actual EOY will be much harder.&lt;br /&gt;so must give more time ma.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;my major fault in maths is angle bisector.&lt;br /&gt;but its a sure come out one.&lt;br /&gt;EJWXQVG!&lt;br /&gt;DIE LER.&lt;br /&gt;ok i can DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before chinese i was praying to God that he'll give me the skills to do well.&lt;br /&gt;after praying,&lt;br /&gt;Jiehui: junying were you praying just now?&lt;br /&gt;junying: erm. why should i tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Jiehui: oh wait. you're a Buddhist ah?&lt;br /&gt;junying: HUH. NO LOR! i pray to whichever God is hearing me.&lt;br /&gt;Jiehui: (loses interest and walks away)&lt;br /&gt;junying: *-.-"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after chinese exam,&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: eh junying your mum coming?! *nods head in the hope that my mum IS in singapore*&lt;br /&gt;junying: em. no. my mum's not in singapore!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: OH YA. *pauses* nevermind. i walk out with you.&lt;br /&gt;junying: orh ok la.&lt;br /&gt;(walk to the foyer chatting bout the ridiculously tough paper)&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: oi junying thats sara's car!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;junying WHAT?!!! OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;(rushes to the front of the foyer)&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: JUNYING HAVEN'T TAP YET!!!&lt;br /&gt;junying: HUH. OH OH OH OH.. SHYYYTE!!! AHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;junying: (rushes to the tapping machine. taps!)&lt;br /&gt;junying: AHHHHHH sara's mum left already!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: ya la you. walk so slowly. come lets walk out.&lt;br /&gt;(walks 5 steps)&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: eh sara's mum turn back liao!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*junying and jiamin rushes back to the foyer*&lt;br /&gt;junying: oh YAY!&lt;br /&gt;(goes into sara's mum's car)&lt;br /&gt;(all the greetings bla bla bla)&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: *looks at the car floor and purses lips*'&lt;br /&gt;junying: *looks at the car floor wondering what Jiamin is pursing her lips for*&lt;br /&gt;*doesn't know so continues to listen to Sara's mum*&lt;br /&gt;(reaches bus stop)&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: thank you auntie&lt;br /&gt;junying: thankyou auntie&lt;br /&gt;(car stops)&lt;br /&gt;junying: bye sara!&lt;br /&gt;jia min: bye sara!&lt;br /&gt;junying *tries to close the car door*&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: *laughs at junying's valiant attempt at trying to close the door*&lt;br /&gt;junying: WEI I DUNNO OK STOP LAUGHING!&lt;br /&gt;jiamin : HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;junying : *laughs along, but face goes red*&lt;br /&gt;ya then jiamin tells me bout the stupid sms Dan and Young(HOWEVER YOU SPELL IT) received from someone which said: today's my soft toy's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;OMG i laughed so much la.&lt;br /&gt;so we were like laughing and laughing all the way till the bus comes.&lt;br /&gt;(gets onto the bus)&lt;br /&gt;junying: eh i think my zuowen li ti.&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;junying: oh question 4 la.&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: as in what did you write? you focus more on the problem is it???&lt;br /&gt;junying: no no no... i said that the problem was that i insulted my friend's friend and because of that all my friends left me and then my that friend helped me out by running! its so OFF POINT LA!&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: eh wait. i thought cuo bai meant shi bai??&lt;br /&gt;junying: HUH. cuo bai means shi bai??!!! SHYYYTE. oh no i wrote mistake. you sure anot!!!! ok nevermind. go home check dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin: you already have a dictionary here what!&lt;br /&gt;junying: oh YA. (opens bag and takes out dictionary) eh wait. this is your stope right?&lt;br /&gt;jiamin: yup. (gets off)&lt;br /&gt;ya THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and i was late for school today.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY WAS LATE FOR SCHOOL TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;except for those who go to school by bus.&lt;br /&gt;ya and the paper was pushed back slightly.&lt;br /&gt;emily's dad was so frustrated with being stuck behind so many cars, he told us to take out umbrellas and we walked the whole way in.&lt;br /&gt;retarded.&lt;br /&gt;the queue was like not moving at like 7.30am??????&lt;br /&gt;so duper late la.&lt;br /&gt;so we ran-walked the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;luckily we did.&lt;br /&gt;the queue at least had like 30 cars before us???&lt;br /&gt;so we walked all the way in with sloshing shoes in puddles.&lt;br /&gt;i did my exams in wet socks.&lt;br /&gt;if i sat at the back,&lt;br /&gt;i would have taken my shoes off,&lt;br /&gt;as usual.&lt;br /&gt;but i was sitting in front cos it was mother tongue paper.&lt;br /&gt;i was right in the front row.&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what.&lt;br /&gt;i memorised so much stuff for bao zhang bao dao.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i didn do that question -.-"&lt;br /&gt;i decided to do si han,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i did gong han.&lt;br /&gt;sure hope i did the ge shi correctly.&lt;br /&gt;i paused for around a minute thinking whether it was the name then title,&lt;br /&gt;or title then name.&lt;br /&gt;retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahahhahahahahahahahaahahhahahahahahahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks daniel for being concerned about the previous blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;i'm ALWAYS emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and mr chai was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;he said his hands and feet was so big cos he has ma2 fan2 syndrome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE CAN.&lt;br /&gt;nat and i kept laughing and laughing over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST OCTOBER: HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;2ND OCTOBER: LITERATURE&lt;br /&gt;3RD OCTOBER: SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;4TH OCTOBER: MATHS&lt;br /&gt;5TH OCTOBER: GEOGRAPHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna fly thru with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-well even if i dun, it always starts with the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;junying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU PEEPS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-5601950268893155473?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/5601950268893155473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=5601950268893155473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/5601950268893155473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;but i want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;and let the tears fall.&lt;br /&gt;but i need to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to be like that to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn sad after visiting blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my mummy says i'm not supposed to use "damn"&lt;br /&gt;cos its bad.&lt;br /&gt;and its rude.&lt;br /&gt;and its not ladylike.&lt;br /&gt;but the point is that even if i'm ladylike,&lt;br /&gt;its not gonna change the damn truth.&lt;br /&gt;(ok there was a whole lot of swearing here, but i've kinda cleared it on second thought)&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for being insensitive and writing this on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;but i really feel inferior with what every body is saying.&lt;br /&gt;and i know all of my dearest friends dun think that way,&lt;br /&gt;and i thank you guys for this.&lt;br /&gt;but the point is that whatever i do,&lt;br /&gt;i dun do anything correctly.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm suuper stressed.&lt;br /&gt;in front of my mum,&lt;br /&gt;i'm this damn good girl.&lt;br /&gt;in front of my critics,&lt;br /&gt;i'm this damn lousy person.&lt;br /&gt;in front of my chinese teacher,&lt;br /&gt;i suck in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;in front of my chinese tuition teacher,&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn good in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;trying to bridge the 2 worlds together.&lt;br /&gt;trying to be ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i agree with you totally lanxin:&lt;br /&gt;best friends come from outside school.&lt;br /&gt;normal friends come from inside school.&lt;br /&gt;but not forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;my DARLING SECTIONMATES ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;to get me high again,&lt;br /&gt;i shall write the people i love and are close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 2P,&lt;br /&gt;thelanxin- fellow crappist. band mate! ex-number gang.&lt;br /&gt;natkoh! -fellow crappist, science partner and homec wrecker. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;ellyn - earrings creator! and fellow crappist&lt;br /&gt;sara yang!-funny behind table partner. and my main influence for being bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;jiehui - behind table partner! same clique.&lt;br /&gt;yaoying - fellow volcano that explodes easily *grins*&lt;br /&gt;sherilyn - band mate! ex-number gana member. HOHOs.&lt;br /&gt;plus plus plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from BAND,&lt;br /&gt;huijun! -darling senior.&lt;br /&gt;madeline! -darling senior.&lt;br /&gt;livia- best section mate!&lt;br /&gt;hasia- section mate!&lt;br /&gt;athirah- long arms long legs long body!&lt;br /&gt;sheriel - percussionist!&lt;br /&gt;amirah -tubist!&lt;br /&gt;sherilyn tan - clarinetist!&lt;br /&gt;cathlin -fellow spiderwebber!&lt;br /&gt;plusplus plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much better!&lt;br /&gt;STILL GOT HORH!&lt;br /&gt;jus that i dun have time now.&lt;br /&gt;love ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH.&lt;br /&gt;tmr is chinese exam.&lt;br /&gt;i got NEW formula to study hoh!&lt;br /&gt;zong he tian kong-lucky guess.&lt;br /&gt;probability of getting full marks is&lt;br /&gt;(1/4)to the pwr of 10.&lt;br /&gt;li jie ce yanguess again.&lt;br /&gt;probability of getting full marks.&lt;br /&gt;(1/4)to the power of 4= 1/(64x4)&lt;br /&gt;li jie wen da- think how Eunice will answer.&lt;br /&gt;then most likely correct.&lt;br /&gt;i did that for the last few ke tang zuo ye.&lt;br /&gt;not bad leh.&lt;br /&gt;exc all the jie shi ti,&lt;br /&gt;i got full marks for the rest!&lt;br /&gt;loves!&lt;br /&gt;zuo wen- aiya. write like crap like how i wrote the last compo bout ellyn.&lt;br /&gt;got 36/50&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;throw in all the cheng yu you know.&lt;br /&gt;ying yong wen- do si han.&lt;br /&gt;gong han too hard liao.&lt;br /&gt;my language not formal enough sia.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;this is CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;you follow it and you fail,&lt;br /&gt;not my problem HOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm high again.&lt;br /&gt;goodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;junying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6241538858202306523?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-5185951051756309738</id><published>2007-09-24T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:45:08.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1: junying is quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;2: junying just went for dental and the dentist yanked her gums like shyyte.&lt;br /&gt;3: junying's gums have blood clots now.&lt;br /&gt;4: junying skipped reccess to come to the computer lab to type this.&lt;br /&gt;5: junying's stomach is grumbling and she needs to peewee.&lt;br /&gt;6: junying is starting to like someone.&lt;br /&gt;7: junying is getting extremely freaked.&lt;br /&gt;8: junying CANNOT like that person.&lt;br /&gt;9: junying gets dong3 xin1 easily.&lt;br /&gt;10: junying now likes someone else because of that.&lt;br /&gt;11: junying is now scolding herself for it.&lt;br /&gt;12: junying almost got scolded during history just now.&lt;br /&gt;13: junying commited a sin by lying.&lt;br /&gt;14: junying didn't so her work, but said she left it at home.&lt;br /&gt;15: junying's lie was partly true.&lt;br /&gt;16: junying did leave the qustion paper at home, but she also didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;17: junying faced a serious conscience scolding.&lt;br /&gt;18; junying felt that all she had read in the Bible, she had not applied it into her life.&lt;br /&gt;19: junying, instead committed a sin.&lt;br /&gt;20: junying was a very bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;21: junying talked to Daniel over msn abiout Hwachong.&lt;br /&gt;22: junying felt daniel didn't help her.&lt;br /&gt;23: junying found it funny that daniel said the desert was a cat.&lt;br /&gt;24: junying felt it didn't even look like a cat.&lt;br /&gt;25: junying laughed alot through the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;26: junying is now in the computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;27; junying suddenly remembers she had a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;28: junying dreamt of someone she didn't think she would dream of.&lt;br /&gt;29: junying was very shocked.&lt;br /&gt;30: junying was extremely puzzled while the dream was playing.&lt;br /&gt;31: junying feels that it was like a movie.&lt;br /&gt;32: junying nwfinds it weird that she is taking in third person&lt;br /&gt;33: junying needs to go off now.&lt;br /&gt;34: junying's school bell just rang.&lt;br /&gt;35: junying says buhbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-5185951051756309738?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/5185951051756309738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=5185951051756309738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/5185951051756309738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/5185951051756309738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/09/1-junying-is-quite-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-4416212990148809096</id><published>2007-09-21T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:11:11.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHNO. i know where the misunderstanding came from le.&lt;br /&gt;there was supposed to be a line that she's in heaven with all the rest of the teachers,&lt;br /&gt;i remember ler.&lt;br /&gt;i remember all my posts.&lt;br /&gt;ya that was how i was gonna connect the line to the next.&lt;br /&gt;mention the Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;must have deleted it by accident.&lt;br /&gt;WHHHOOOOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-4416212990148809096?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/4416212990148809096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=4416212990148809096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/4416212990148809096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/4416212990148809096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/09/ohno_21.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-3792738639969181777</id><published>2007-09-21T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:51:33.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHNO. i know where the misunderstanding came from le.&lt;br /&gt;there was supposed to be a line that she's in heaven with all the rest of the teachers,&lt;br /&gt;i remember ler.&lt;br /&gt;i remember all my posts.&lt;br /&gt;ya that was how i was gonna connect the line to the next.&lt;br /&gt;mention the Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;must have deleted it by accident.&lt;br /&gt;WHHHOOOOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3792738639969181777?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3792738639969181777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=3792738639969181777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3792738639969181777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3792738639969181777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/09/ohno.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-2715341535633315549</id><published>2007-09-21T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:27:51.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey lanxin,&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i should have looked at that post you saved as a draft.&lt;br /&gt;it TOTALLY pissed me.&lt;br /&gt;but i will not get get irritated by exterior things.&lt;br /&gt;for a moment i thought it was someone else,&lt;br /&gt;shall not mention who.&lt;br /&gt;i shall learn my father's way of not getting involved in such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey TAYZHIYUN(SEC4),&lt;br /&gt;1. thankyou for telling me where i have gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;2. as you can see, i have deleted your bitchy tag(take note that YOU were bitching about me, and that I am NOT calling you bitchy. i dun intend to call any senior bitch, and am trying very hard not to.) and deleted my bitchy post. after i posted, i do agree it was a bit insensitive, jessica, thankyou too.&lt;br /&gt;3. and i think you are behaving really really badly la, sorry. your o level coming you still have alot of time to tag on secondary2s blog, just because you do not like sec2s. i do not even have time to delete a post i want to delete. had to practically beg my mum. hope you take pride that i had lower myself to that state just to delete the post that i want to delete.&lt;br /&gt;4. (there &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; another point.)&lt;br /&gt;5. good luck for your o levels, and i hope that you will concentrate on studies instead of spending time on my blog. because, my blog is not something any smart person, like you, should spend time on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THE REST OF THE SEC4S:&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for taking your time off to read this miserly blog of mine. and if you are thinking that this is indeed miserly, then you should not have even come here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough on exterior stuff.&lt;br /&gt;shall wave my aura to clear the red energy building in my inner aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;english paper-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;goodie(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th september,&lt;br /&gt;here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;junying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-2715341535633315549?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/2715341535633315549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=2715341535633315549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/2715341535633315549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/2715341535633315549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-lanxin-i-dun-think-i-should-have_21.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-7461681472377971525</id><published>2007-09-14T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:57:05.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;oh YAY.&lt;br /&gt;MOODSWINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUA HAS ALLOWED ME BACK!&lt;br /&gt;yet i feel sad too.&lt;br /&gt;my saturdays are really normal now.&lt;br /&gt;NORMAL=&lt;br /&gt;mugmugmugmugmugmugmugmugmugmugmug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHYYTE.&lt;br /&gt;imissyouguyssooooomuch.&lt;br /&gt;laughed so much today.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i laughed so much was when i thwonked ben's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iwishformore time with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;2years have flown. 2yrs ago,&lt;br /&gt;at this time,&lt;br /&gt;i was mugging for psle.&lt;br /&gt;ok i was SLACKING fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;br /&gt;and i did not get.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked.&lt;br /&gt;i tried.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;i yearned.&lt;br /&gt;i strived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did not get.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-7461681472377971525?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/7461681472377971525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=7461681472377971525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/7461681472377971525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/7461681472377971525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-3807799936612065079</id><published>2007-09-13T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T19:00:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hohos.&lt;br /&gt;1: i'm very proud of myself, cos i've been able to study w/o alot of distractions.&lt;br /&gt;2: I CALLED MR CHUA! and he said he might allow me back. sure hope he does. dingyi, nicole, charmaine, peiyin miss me lots(: well see how. he asks me to call him tmr night.&lt;br /&gt;me: hello mr chua? erm i'm the cedar girl in the sec2 level the one who left months back that one...&lt;br /&gt;him: yaaa.&lt;br /&gt;me: erm. so can i come back this sat? or next sat?&lt;br /&gt;him: errrrrrrrr... i need to think about it... .... cos got problem la... ... we now doing revision already laaa. ...&lt;br /&gt;me: oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;him: errrrrrrrrr.... you call me tomorrow la... i think about it then will tell you....&lt;br /&gt;me: oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;him: ok ya.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh wait. tmr wat time?&lt;br /&gt;him: errrrrrrrrr... night time la night time la...&lt;br /&gt;me: oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;him: ya ok. byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yay! i was so worried he'd totally reject la....&lt;br /&gt;cos as you can see i had to leave mr chua's tuition for mindchamps.&lt;br /&gt;was quite sad larhz.&lt;br /&gt;but still need to see tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i hope!!!!&lt;br /&gt;actually i was quite scared to call chua.&lt;br /&gt;its kinda unnerving to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: english paper is on the 20th. in a week's time yeapps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: oh ya! i'm, supposed to call eunice. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: hasia is so sick ok. she said that my baritone sax case looked like a *guy's part* ok la. quite. but instru so DOESN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: yaoying is so funny can. we've been giggling for no reason in the middle of class. yay my fellow table partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: every morning, natasha, ellyn, jiamin and i keep laughing la. i think michelle is kinda freaked. are you, mich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: I'M GOOD IN ELECTRICITY! there is electricity between me and the chapter. HOHOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposedly checking my cca records.&lt;br /&gt;which is SHYYYTE.&lt;br /&gt;takes so long to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh one last thing.&lt;br /&gt;9: oh i had jus complained to timmy about the tapping system on monday, and on tuesday, received news they abolished it. sometimes i wonder if God did answer my wish(: well He sure didn answer the rest(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES,&lt;br /&gt;junying(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3807799936612065079?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3807799936612065079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=3807799936612065079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3807799936612065079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3807799936612065079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/09/hohos.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6913515960918712615</id><published>2007-09-09T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:57:15.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i shall start from the grad.&lt;br /&gt;we rehearsed everything b4 the parents came in.&lt;br /&gt;i think i presented SUUPER well with the parents not around,&lt;br /&gt;cos i was not at all nervous,&lt;br /&gt;but my Learning Journey totally sucked.&lt;br /&gt;as in i totally said the same thing as the rest.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cliche.&lt;br /&gt;but in front of the parents i was EXTREMELY nervous.&lt;br /&gt;ok not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;but i was still nervous&lt;br /&gt;and i wasn that clear in my presentation i guess.&lt;br /&gt;couls have done better.&lt;br /&gt;my LJ was so darn good! woots.&lt;br /&gt;felt very good after saying it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;scotty and timmy were definitely the best speakers&lt;br /&gt;(say thankyou)&lt;br /&gt;my mum says timmy is very natural&lt;br /&gt;BUT BLUR.&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing so hard when she said it LOL.&lt;br /&gt;she kept saying he looks like he just got out of bed la!&lt;br /&gt;HOHOs.&lt;br /&gt;then she said westcott is so sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet!!!&lt;br /&gt;hug his mum in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya then my cam no batt -.-"&lt;br /&gt;hohos.&lt;br /&gt;i hope jessie gets her comp back soon.&lt;br /&gt;i need those pics man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fastforward.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SOME GUY WANTED BOTAK JONES,&lt;br /&gt;i found the way there using a CHINESE DIRECTORY&lt;br /&gt;(there was only a browser's copy in popular for chinese)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;number one,&lt;br /&gt;we took the wrong train.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go braddell end up going novena.&lt;br /&gt;LAME.&lt;br /&gt;so we went BACK.&lt;br /&gt;which was even lamer,&lt;br /&gt;cos tim said "hey i seem to have come to this place b4"&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;ya from the mrt,&lt;br /&gt;took them down my usual way down to my piano class,&lt;br /&gt;and then walked ALL THE WAY.&lt;br /&gt;(i some how think that the bus route would have been shorter.)&lt;br /&gt;so FINALLY found botak jones.&lt;br /&gt;and we found out we had to wait for HALF AN HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot man.&lt;br /&gt;siping and dom were getting abit pissed.&lt;br /&gt;ok fastforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATE PEOPLE LOOKING FOR 7 TIX.&lt;br /&gt;eventually we did find the show we didn mind.&lt;br /&gt;evan almighty&lt;br /&gt;(ya again after watching it with my prischool friends)&lt;br /&gt;guess where?&lt;br /&gt;the front row -.-"&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;we kinda ba4 zhan4 the floor in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;all of sat on the floor!&lt;br /&gt;except for dom and timmy.&lt;br /&gt;timmy was lying on the empty chairs&lt;br /&gt;DOTS.&lt;br /&gt;then i had to tie up my hair if not it would have fallen on his hand.&lt;br /&gt;then he got arm cramps.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOs.&lt;br /&gt;ya then eunice and timmy kept asking siping and i how the movie ends.&lt;br /&gt;siping and i discussed the things over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;the end of the show all of us clapped!&lt;br /&gt;the crazy peeps in the front row.&lt;br /&gt;the ppl who went consisted of&lt;br /&gt;jamie, timmy,. scotty, siping, dom, eunice and me.&lt;br /&gt;hohos.&lt;br /&gt;oh and siping and dom kept smacking timmy!&lt;br /&gt;HOHOs.&lt;br /&gt;now he has 9 handprints on his back.&lt;br /&gt;not bad lor.&lt;br /&gt;free tattoo ok.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, some of these people,&lt;br /&gt;you may never see them again.&lt;br /&gt;ok course, there's still confident communicator.&lt;br /&gt;but thats in the last week of nov.&lt;br /&gt;SIIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday,&lt;br /&gt;i will count down the days in a week till saturday.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;lived&lt;/u&gt; for mindchamps.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to saturday,&lt;br /&gt;everyday.&lt;br /&gt;so now mindchamps is over,&lt;br /&gt;its back to the people from 2P.&lt;br /&gt;you know i dun hate 2P peeps.&lt;br /&gt;its jus that with them,&lt;br /&gt;i'm nto myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda superficial.&lt;br /&gt;but with the mindchamps peeps,&lt;br /&gt;i'm really&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;really natural.&lt;br /&gt;that high person.&lt;br /&gt;erm when i started screaming is when i start getting crazy.&lt;br /&gt;nonono thats not the real me.&lt;br /&gt;thast the siao me(:&lt;br /&gt;for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;there was someone called Eunice there,&lt;br /&gt;where i could tell her everything.&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty prejudiced to the name eunice in the past,&lt;br /&gt;until i realised that she is really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;i grew to trust ppl again.&lt;br /&gt;i told her my secrets.&lt;br /&gt;it was great having someone.&lt;br /&gt;then thanks to timmy and scotty,&lt;br /&gt;i grew even more relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;life is to be liven(:&lt;br /&gt;ben was really great having as a damn good friend.&lt;br /&gt;NO TIMMY DUN THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;jessie hung around,&lt;br /&gt;my first mei!!!loves.&lt;br /&gt;siping also my dear mei!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad i grew to know dom better esp on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;trevin was reall entertaining and fun to laugh with.&lt;br /&gt;great friends(:&lt;br /&gt;ben&lt;br /&gt;timmy&lt;br /&gt;scotty&lt;br /&gt;trevin&lt;br /&gt;jamie&lt;br /&gt;eunice&lt;br /&gt;siping&lt;br /&gt;jessie&lt;br /&gt;dominique&lt;br /&gt;wan'er&lt;br /&gt;mavis&lt;br /&gt;y'all have been GREAT friends.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU PEEPS IN A NICE FRIEND-Y WAY.&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;and fat fathers=LOVES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6913515960918712615?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6913515960918712615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=6913515960918712615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6913515960918712615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6913515960918712615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-i-shall-start-from-grad.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-5009350407784596903</id><published>2007-09-06T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:33:02.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall blog, for the first time, something VERY important and close to my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday zhaoqiang kor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-the one and only kor that i truly respect and admire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there's no need to be jealous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;beacause, NO AMOUNT OF TIMOTHYS, BENJAMINS, AND GERALDS WILL EVER REPLACE THE PLACE YOU HAVE IN MY HEART(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahas(: you sounded really jealous. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;somemore you dao me because i said that tim and ben are not impt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and then you said that if they're not impt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then why do they keep appearing on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but thats cos blogs are for unimpt stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MY HEART IS MORE IMPT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;omg, i make it sound like i like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HMMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well its true. to a certain extent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU IN A BROTHERLY-SISTERLY WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TO A CERTAIN GUY CALLED GERALD DYLAN LAI:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOU DARE TO TEASE ZHAOQIANG OR BOUT IT I TELL YOU AH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOU ARE SOOOOO gonna get it man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HARHARHAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;once again to my KOR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and may you get into the TOURISM course that you wanna get in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(see i remember this time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OH AND YOU'RE ONE YEAR NEARER TO RETIREMENT!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;from your sweet, chio, nice, darrlliiiiiinnnngggg meimei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok now to unimpt stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jus now my dad was explaining about his spiritual stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;from the penis to the naval,it is the sex chakra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was snorting into my food la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but my dad ignored me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DOTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;during maths today, i had to plan the schedule for sept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it felt weird writing "15th sept saturday 10 am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm so used to thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh saturday, hohos, its mindchamps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but its like all good things MUST come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i shall talk bout the first lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was the first person in class and i was getting a bit freaked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was so afraid i was not gonna have any friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i asked to have lunch with liviachua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when i went to the centre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the lady greeted me with a smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and asked whether its my first lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after i said yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she directed me to the einstein classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;abit apprehensive at first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i sat at the place which seemed the most comforting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the corner chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seated there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my heart was beating very hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hoping that everything, would turn out ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;trevin and treven came in next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i rmb i spelled their name as traven and travin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;looks wrong now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the next few people that came in all were guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i was abit worried i'll be the only girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then the rest of the girls came in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but the seat next to me was left empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;suuper worried i'd be left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thenb wan'er came in and we sat together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the first thing she said to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eh how come that guy(daniel) know my name ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i rmb i replied very rudely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"erm. cause he has the list and you're the last one here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then when he asked us to intro ourselves to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i rmb the first thing ben said to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;er. so we have to intro ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ya my first impression was that he was a bit off and what not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i found him weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he stared at me even when we went to the centre classroom to play games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then we played the stare at the foot then look up at the face game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;got freaed out when i stared at tim's foot and tim was also looking at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FREAKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then daniel arranged us in our groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was the only girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i wasn't that worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i remembered the members by :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;timothy, walao, joshua, the bald guy, and the sec1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the first thing timothy said to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whats your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the first thing westcott said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jellyfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my first impression of westcott:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a real mummy's boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(his mum sent him there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok so anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;more this sun. or dunno when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe tmr(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;JUNYING(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-1622590397254847321</id><published>2007-09-05T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:22:58.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i officially dislike people who uses the stuupid passwrd thing, cos:&lt;br /&gt;1. i SO cannot alt4 the page!&lt;br /&gt;2. the person i am feeling damn pissed about uses it.&lt;br /&gt;3. its just STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat the hell. tryin my best not to get pissed now.&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to call eunice and rant to her.&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;my parents are home:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh on the way back home from maths class saw BOTAK!!! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;its not the first time seeing him.&lt;br /&gt;kinda got used to seeing him liao.&lt;br /&gt;but obviously he dun recognise me.&lt;br /&gt;he didn even recognise me in peichun la!&lt;br /&gt;but i REALLY change alot from then i guess...&lt;br /&gt;DOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;ytd went out for lunch with livia!&lt;br /&gt;hahas(:&lt;br /&gt;shall blog bout the whole of ytd!&lt;br /&gt;woots!&lt;br /&gt;so first went to school SUPPOSEDLY earlier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;but cos my mum woke up late,&lt;br /&gt;went out late and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so GUAI ok!&lt;br /&gt;i didn eat my breakfast as livia told me not to!&lt;br /&gt;so went to school and ate the NICE brownie aka moist choc cake that livia made.&lt;br /&gt;SUUPER nice lor!&lt;br /&gt;then after a suuper tedious and BORRING band prac(SIGHS)&lt;br /&gt;(UNDER THE COLD AIRCON!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fuckit. my comp now hang cos i was trying to alt4 the bloody page.-&lt;br /&gt;fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;fkuc&lt;br /&gt;fkcu&lt;br /&gt;fcku&lt;br /&gt;f**k the bloody girl's blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed enough with her sassy attitude ler lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok! back to the band prac!&lt;br /&gt;after band,&lt;br /&gt;as planned we went out to kfc!&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;but this time neh eat chicky meal liao!&lt;br /&gt;both of us ate meltz...&lt;br /&gt;yea! nice man!&lt;br /&gt;then i helped livia eat her 3rd piece, and she da bao the last piece.&lt;br /&gt;(tsktsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ooh livia jus taught me how to get out of the stupid password thingy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so we went out of kfc,&lt;br /&gt;and went to the spiderweb!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGosh! i love the spiderweb!&lt;br /&gt;so we were like climbing all over,&lt;br /&gt;but then none of us dare to climb to the top...&lt;br /&gt;so we go to the highest we could, then we help each other take pics!&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;then halfway, emily and hasia joined us!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAs!&lt;br /&gt;yea then hasia climbed all the way to almost-the-top&lt;br /&gt;but then it was abit porn,&lt;br /&gt;cos she didn wear shorts inside(:&lt;br /&gt;but her skirt is long enough la&lt;br /&gt;loLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fast forward:&lt;br /&gt;this morning yanru and hasia came to my house for the music proj.&lt;br /&gt;veh lame leh.&lt;br /&gt;i neh hear jacq say she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;so the 3 of us waited at toa payoh interchange for the whole like half hour? LAME can.&lt;br /&gt;yea until i called jacq's hopuse phone&lt;br /&gt;(cos her phone bo lui ma)&lt;br /&gt;only to know that she's still at home.&lt;br /&gt;sick ma.&lt;br /&gt;LAME.&lt;br /&gt;fastforward.&lt;br /&gt;then around 1pm yanru had to go,&lt;br /&gt;so left me and hasia.&lt;br /&gt;so we crapped for like the next dunno how long.&lt;br /&gt;then we sang cruella de vil!&lt;br /&gt;OMG! so funnaye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-miss swan is so funny! sorry. slow realisation and whatever-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;have invited the rest of the girls and ben and trevin lerhhz.&lt;br /&gt;for the hairspray movie larhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now i shall rant about a certain person.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like her because:&lt;br /&gt;1. she is a suuper sassy, nian2 zhu4 ren2 jia1 de4 person&lt;br /&gt;2. she really sounds like an ultra bimbo, ultra WHATEVER person. (thru her url, but mine is worse, so i shall not harp on it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it no point being upset.&lt;br /&gt;still got so many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall talk about somethin i like!&lt;br /&gt;like the JC i wanna get into:&lt;br /&gt;1. HWACHONG! woots! maths and science freaks! like me!&lt;br /&gt;2. njc. i only chose this next cos its the next standard and near my house.&lt;br /&gt;3. sajc! near cedar and my house ma!&lt;br /&gt;4. cjc. cos its near my house.&lt;br /&gt;5. ajc. also relatively near.&lt;br /&gt;HMMMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big list of wants(cos my bday's coming up!)&lt;br /&gt;1. THAT BILLABONG BAG!&lt;br /&gt;2. THAT WHITE ESPIRIT JACKET!&lt;br /&gt;3. THAT PIRATES MUSIC SCORE!\&lt;br /&gt;4. HEDWIG FOR THE BAND!&lt;br /&gt;5. FREE SUPPLY OF EARRINGs(come on ellyn you can do this righht!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAs.&lt;br /&gt;note: my birthday is the 16th of october, a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER EXAMS SOMEMORE.&lt;br /&gt;surely pressies are needed(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;junying(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-1622590397254847321?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/1622590397254847321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=1622590397254847321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1622590397254847321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1622590397254847321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-officially-dislike-people-who-uses.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-4907293278793998340</id><published>2007-09-02T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:59:48.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well since ytd was the upload pics day&lt;br /&gt;today shall be the writing day.&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall start with wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;the FRANKENSTEIN play was DAMN GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;esp gaya!&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;loved it babes!&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;from the pics u can see the uniform ppl slacking,&lt;br /&gt;but you know why we're slacking?&lt;br /&gt;cos we have finished all our work alr.&lt;br /&gt;cos OBVIOUSLY,&lt;br /&gt;you can't wait to the performance that day to do costumes right?&lt;br /&gt;this is to those who put costume peeps as UNSATISFACTORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the triple F was ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;the band performance SUCKED MAN!&lt;br /&gt;ma de lin heard it from wherever she was,&lt;br /&gt;and told us it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;dun need her to tell us.&lt;br /&gt;we have ears too(:&lt;br /&gt;the food was great!&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the cooks!&lt;br /&gt;and gaya and indhuja were so cute!&lt;br /&gt;they kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;my dad said he thought it was some laughing club,&lt;br /&gt;and that he was laughing cos they looked so funny laughing...&lt;br /&gt;DOTS!&lt;br /&gt;ya then everyboday said my dad was cute!&lt;br /&gt;guess why?&lt;br /&gt;cos when the choir girls aske the parents to dian3 ge1,&lt;br /&gt;my dad asked them to sing "take me home country road",&lt;br /&gt;then they dunno ma,&lt;br /&gt;so my dad went up and sang leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;so enthu!&lt;br /&gt;and when they told me he sang,&lt;br /&gt;i jus thought maybe humming or smth,&lt;br /&gt;but i didn know he WENT UP THERE to sing.&lt;br /&gt;DOTS la.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then he told me in the middle of performing,&lt;br /&gt;he forgot the words(:&lt;br /&gt;my dear enthu dad(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok moving on to friday.&lt;br /&gt;50 LAPS AT CEDAR!&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;i think everybody had alot of spirit.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;mr tay and a couple of others ran 50 rounds!!!&lt;br /&gt;thats 30km for those who dunno.&lt;br /&gt;so at the pushcart,&lt;br /&gt;i bought a brownie from my own stall&lt;br /&gt;(thats how despo we were)&lt;br /&gt;and suddenyl it sherilyn told me it was my turn to run.&lt;br /&gt;in a moment of shock,&lt;br /&gt;i shoved my dear brownie into sherilyn's hands,&lt;br /&gt;and walked hurrily to the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;only to find out that,&lt;br /&gt;oh there's still around 45 min.&lt;br /&gt;sat there for like 15min?&lt;br /&gt;before feeling a bit hungry and proceeding to the pushcart to find my brownie.&lt;br /&gt;only to find out sherilyn had passed it to ellyn,&lt;br /&gt;and god knows where she went.&lt;br /&gt;so hung around the pushcart whatever...&lt;br /&gt;and FINALLY SAW ELLYN!!!&lt;br /&gt;only to find out AGAIN,&lt;br /&gt;that she passed my brownie to adeline who was at the basketball courts.&lt;br /&gt;HMMM.&lt;br /&gt;went there and cannot find adeline.&lt;br /&gt;by that time it was another 20minutes to my turn?&lt;br /&gt;so sat there and played the slapping hasia game(:&lt;br /&gt;(JOKIN ONLY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;ya so we were slapping hasia when i saw adeline!&lt;br /&gt;olehs.&lt;br /&gt;finally got my brownie and ate it!&lt;br /&gt;ya my dad was there too(he ran liao ma)&lt;br /&gt;and he was like "you're eating???!!!! but you're gonna run soon!"&lt;br /&gt;then when jiamin and natasha came and shared their prawn crackers,&lt;br /&gt;my dad said: "EATING AGAIIIIIN??"&lt;br /&gt;joking only la of course(:&lt;br /&gt;so i ran and dots.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how mr tay can take 50 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;for me one round is like killing la.&lt;br /&gt;cos my dad ran with me&lt;br /&gt;and he refused to let me walk(boohoos).&lt;br /&gt;ya then i dunno need to go throught the pole and the machine ma,&lt;br /&gt;so i ran on the outer rink,&lt;br /&gt;meant for those runnign 2 rounds,&lt;br /&gt;STUPID can.&lt;br /&gt;ya. me ma.&lt;br /&gt;then went back to the pushcart&lt;br /&gt;and jiehui and i did rounds selling chocolate marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;i shall quote mr lim on the outer beauty of the marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;"eeee. how to eat one."&lt;br /&gt;hey, but despite the ugliness,&lt;br /&gt;the inner beauty of it managed to enable us to finish almost EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;then we went on to the cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;we also almost sold all the cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;went to mr lim again,&lt;br /&gt;and this time(even though botht he marshmallows and the cupcakes cost the same),&lt;br /&gt;mr lim bought!&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;cos "luckily" he had a 50cents.&lt;br /&gt;then its 50cents for 2,&lt;br /&gt;and he gave the other cupcake to mr chai!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA YAY MR CHAI!&lt;br /&gt;then the clearing up and whatever...&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to primary school.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly 155 was pretty empty.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD THING Too.&lt;br /&gt;cos it was a non air con bus(:&lt;br /&gt;ya so went back,&lt;br /&gt;but cos mrs sew was teaching on the 3rd level,&lt;br /&gt;so we couldn go say hi to her.&lt;br /&gt;then i though huang lao shi(botak) went to yangzheng,&lt;br /&gt;but really he was still in peichun!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;so we were like talking to him,&lt;br /&gt;but he had to go teach to,&lt;br /&gt;so we only got to see our class teachers less than 5 min:X&lt;br /&gt;met:&lt;br /&gt;francesca, elaine, keying, joey, poh gek,sabrina, clarissa(6c), jeanette.&lt;br /&gt;the guys were: joel, alex, ruihan, joshua, huanrong, guobin,minghao, alot la. more than the girls(sadly).&lt;br /&gt;the awfully sad thing was that&lt;br /&gt;the guys couldn rmb my name(with the exception of ruihan and binghong)&lt;br /&gt;ya they only rmb after ruihan COUNTLESSLY reminded them that i'm the girl whose xiang4(chinese chess) can guo4 he2.&lt;br /&gt;jiaqi and binghong suan me even further.&lt;br /&gt;binghong: wo3 de4 ma3 ke2 yi3 zig zag guo4 qu4 de4.&lt;br /&gt;jiaqi: eh ran2 hou4 wo3 de4 jiang4 ke2 yi2 cong2 na4 ge4 he2 li3 chu1 lai2.&lt;br /&gt;WTH!&lt;br /&gt;so much suaning.&lt;br /&gt;then they keep saying eh junying shui2 yao4 wan2 xiang4 qi2???&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;so malu!!!&lt;br /&gt;ya then we went to watch evan almighty.&lt;br /&gt;the girls(francesca, clarissa, elaine and i) kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;the guys werent finding it that funny i guess.&lt;br /&gt;jeanette was sitting with the guys, so dunn eher reactions.&lt;br /&gt;after the movie the guys waited outside the girls toilet for us(LOL)&lt;br /&gt;and joshua said: the movie not even funny la. next time dun go watch movie wih the xiaozabo(referring to francesca)...sit next to me laugh laugh laugh laugh. so irritating!&lt;br /&gt;everybody all broke into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;but pretty sad cos after that the guys never say bye(with the exception of binghong)&lt;br /&gt;then they go liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;ok now to ytd mindchamps!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;ytd i was like totally spacing out all the time la,&lt;br /&gt;talking eveyrminute and not exactly listening to daniel.&lt;br /&gt;oh and siping and i gave him a teachers day present!&lt;br /&gt;he's the only teacher who received from me ok.&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;then cos daniel wanted us to read what we wrote,&lt;br /&gt;so james read his and he wrote:&lt;br /&gt;"...found junying lying on the floor, bleeding to death."&lt;br /&gt;(or smth like that)&lt;br /&gt;eunice told me it was timothy.&lt;br /&gt;so i threw the scrunched up paper ball at timothy's head.&lt;br /&gt;BUT AGAIN, I MISSED.&lt;br /&gt;missed by ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;it went whooooosh! past his head.&lt;br /&gt;and i literally saw it slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;when it hit the floor,&lt;br /&gt;it landed right next to daniel.&lt;br /&gt;daniel saw it and he rolled his eyes and continued teaching.&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;everybody around me saw the paper TOTALLY missing la.&lt;br /&gt;now you know why i suk in sports?&lt;br /&gt;i have a lousy ball sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;pls remember the HAIRSPRAY NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hairspray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;people invited: timothy, westcott, james, eunice, jessie, and junying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;venue: suntec!(hopefully) after dinner at the suuper ex restaurant that timothy suggested Botak Jones(wat a name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;time: after MC next saturday 8th september. ending at 9plus??? dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;others:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;1. bring your wallet! haha. none of us are gonna pay for you lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;2. bring rotten eggs! then we can throw at timothy if Botak Jones sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;3. and yourself. erm DUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;yay loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ya THE HOLS ARE HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cedar= loves&lt;br /&gt;2P= loves&lt;br /&gt;family= loves&lt;br /&gt;band= loves&lt;br /&gt;BARITONE SAXOPHONE= loves!&lt;br /&gt;toapayoh= loves!&lt;br /&gt;and of course,&lt;br /&gt;S4L 7114= LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;i love you peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;junying(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-4907293278793998340?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/4907293278793998340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlO6GK86aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qp75mk5WvYI/s1600-h/26-08-07_1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105198412597094818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlO6GK86aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qp75mk5WvYI/s320/26-08-07_1908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spiderwebbers! sunday after the performance at marine cove(: my face kena covered by the red ropes on the left, ma de lin, huijun and cathlin. livia on the ground taking pics(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlO6WK86bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HRQWLEzdzjw/s1600-h/S6000174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105198416892062130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlO6WK86bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HRQWLEzdzjw/s320/S6000174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natasha at the back, then ellyn, celeste and lanxin. celeste the funny girl(: me taking the picture DOTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlRRWK86cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CTLxcB6rdAk/s1600-h/S6000175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105201011052308930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlRRWK86cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CTLxcB6rdAk/s320/S6000175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;natasha, ellyn, celeste and lanxin again... me taking picture. "ooh wat are they lookin at" the sky-.- the old track. hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlTwmK86eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Fhm9JwaLOBE/s1600-h/S6000176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105203746946476514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlTwmK86eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Fhm9JwaLOBE/s320/S6000176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first row: natasha, ellyn, celeste and lanxin(gravedigger 1, doorman, cabby, gravedigger 2). second row: jiamin, valencia, azilah(sets person, felix and papa de lacey) i think its sara yang in the background(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlTw2K86fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qCCrkpdCTs8/s1600-h/S6000177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105203751241443826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlTw2K86fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qCCrkpdCTs8/s320/S6000177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;left: sara yang the chiobu and me the chiobu too! EGO.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlWfmK86hI/AAAAAAAAABE/85J4NV3n_SU/s1600-h/S6000179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105206753423583762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlWfmK86hI/AAAAAAAAABE/85J4NV3n_SU/s320/S6000179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlWfGK86gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Vou-O0388ps/s1600-h/S6000178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105206744833649154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlWfGK86gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Vou-O0388ps/s320/S6000178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;above: natasha and me! joey's fingers i think(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;left: ruimin and natasha... ooh ruimin without tie ahhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlahmK86iI/AAAAAAAAABM/nRo7SzQRZpo/s1600-h/S6000180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105211185829833250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlahmK86iI/AAAAAAAAABM/nRo7SzQRZpo/s320/S6000180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and celeste(: loves.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtldbmK86kI/AAAAAAAAABc/tSKPeUkKiVw/s1600-h/S6000184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105214381285501506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtldbmK86kI/AAAAAAAAABc/tSKPeUkKiVw/s320/S6000184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the wonderful star the we created! the one with pink on the bottom left is my hand(:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/Rtldb2K86lI/AAAAAAAAABk/kGyc1AXGt2U/s1600-h/S6000185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105214385580468818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/Rtldb2K86lI/AAAAAAAAABk/kGyc1AXGt2U/s320/S6000185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the middle finger craze! once again the hand with words on them is me(:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlgKmK86mI/AAAAAAAAABs/R5o6ZlRRH2k/s1600-h/S6000186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105217387762608738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CvaYeMNHOQ/RtlgKmK86mI/AAAAAAAAABs/R5o6ZlRRH2k/s320/S6000186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sara yang pouting. go zoom in. its DAMN cute. ya and lanxin changing at the back. WHOOPS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. goodiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm telling you blogger takes DAMN long to upload pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i have to stop now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the triple F, primary school gathering and mindchamps photos will have to wait till i dunno when.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DOTS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-junying(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-2258320176567493209?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/2258320176567493209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=2258320176567493209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/2258320176567493209'/><link 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/&gt;until jessie asked me to see her blog,&lt;br /&gt;i went to see.&lt;br /&gt;saw that she linked *** so i went to see.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw *** had linked her,&lt;br /&gt;so i went to see.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm hating a girl i DUN EVEN KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;firstly,&lt;br /&gt;cos she comes from a school &lt;br /&gt;ALL cedarians dun really fancy.&lt;br /&gt;secondly,&lt;br /&gt;she sounds EXTREMELY bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;kinda like a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;AND I DUN LIKE SOMEONE I DUN EVEN KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;i think is more of jealousy but SHUCKS,&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload pics tmr&lt;br /&gt;on the frankenstein play and triple F and today's pri school gathering!&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING was great!&lt;br /&gt;ya until i saw the bitch's blog(whoops).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna get a pair of specs.&lt;br /&gt;ya using my old UNGLAM specs frame.&lt;br /&gt;cos my parents are stingy on this kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;ya they donate like 50bucks to the school additional...&lt;br /&gt;but for material stuff, &lt;br /&gt;its a big NO-NO.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;i look STUPID in specs.&lt;br /&gt;really ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-4065145408561925591?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/4065145408561925591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=4065145408561925591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/4065145408561925591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/4065145408561925591'/><link rel='alternate' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-8425103635089267949?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/8425103635089267949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=8425103635089267949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/8425103635089267949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/8425103635089267949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-7398165799853066169</id><published>2007-08-27T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:26:38.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM FREAKED.&lt;br /&gt;no seriously freaked.&lt;br /&gt;i totally went limp when i found out,&lt;br /&gt;and my heart was painful just beating against my ribs.&lt;br /&gt;my legs felt like jelly,&lt;br /&gt;and my head was swimming.&lt;br /&gt;i totally couldn think straight.&lt;br /&gt;WORSE THING: some people jus dun explain stuff properly i guess.&lt;br /&gt;didn even reply me.&lt;br /&gt;HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;i totally lost appetite ok...&lt;br /&gt;but i feel extremely sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YTD OUTING WAS TOTALLY FUN!&lt;br /&gt;so we went to kfc and livia and i ate chicky meal without the toy!&lt;br /&gt;ya so we laughed alot about cathlin and huijun...&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;shall nto specify.&lt;br /&gt;then we climbed the spiiderweb!&lt;br /&gt;VERYFUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;at first i wasn't that keen...&lt;br /&gt;BUT OMG SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;then we were like screaming all over when the young kids were staring at all the da jie jies going crazy...(:&lt;br /&gt;ya then livia and madeline went to take mrt, &lt;br /&gt;while cathlin, huijun anf i took 142...&lt;br /&gt;then the 3 of us were singing on the bus!!!&lt;br /&gt;so fun!&lt;br /&gt;we broke into fits of giggles after the first few bars of merry widow(:&lt;br /&gt;everybody was turning around to see this bunch of siao girls laughing so wildly(:&lt;br /&gt;OOH AND LIVIA DROPPED HER DONUT ON THE WAY TO KFC!&lt;br /&gt;very funny leh she.&lt;br /&gt;then THERE WAS BIRDSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;she:&lt;br /&gt;*shocked*&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;"AHH MY DONUT GOT BIRDSHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;we were all laughing till bent double...(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning wanning gave everybody flowers!!!&lt;br /&gt;then i thought i had some secret admirer LOL.&lt;br /&gt;GOT 2 FLOWERS ON MY TABLE LEH.&lt;br /&gt;shuang ba!&lt;br /&gt;i was like " wahh my secret admirer sooo sweeeet!!!"&lt;br /&gt;DOTS.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-junying(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-7398165799853066169?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/7398165799853066169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=7398165799853066169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/7398165799853066169'/><link 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didn kill westcott.&lt;br /&gt;then after the exam,&lt;br /&gt;we were all chatting in the middle of the exam,&lt;br /&gt;and i totally WHAMMED benjamin's head(BY ACCIDENT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;really i swear to heaven and i swear to hell i didn mean it to wham his head.&lt;br /&gt;i only wanted to mess his hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;but he shoved his chair back to prevent me from walking past,&lt;br /&gt;so my hand didn stop in time and&lt;br /&gt;ermm... ya it whacked his face:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;the test was ok la...&lt;br /&gt;but everybody was cheating everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;and i wore a DAMN nice pair of earrings and tried to be pirate-y.&lt;br /&gt;but LOL.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think red is jealous of blue,&lt;br /&gt;because it seems as if magenta has more blue than red.&lt;br /&gt;but actually magenta, in essence, has more red than blue.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;CODES= LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;yellow and green are having a fun time toying with magenta...&lt;br /&gt;always mention both red and blue TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;awkward.&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;poor magenta dun you think?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is the performance!&lt;br /&gt;i hope i dun whack my lip like i did&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;i still rmb how shocked i was when my lip kena bloodied...&lt;br /&gt;then i totally ran out of the band room&lt;br /&gt;(luckily the trombones werent playing)&lt;br /&gt;with blood like all over my hand&lt;br /&gt;and when i came back i jus missed my solo one bar(:&lt;br /&gt;ya then i played please please me and didn miss the second time bar solo...&lt;br /&gt;but when the song ended,&lt;br /&gt;i felt my mouthpiece and OMG there was blood still you know.&lt;br /&gt;but now no more liao...&lt;br /&gt;i checked my lips today...&lt;br /&gt;only a little bump thats negligible(:&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;jiayou band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum and dad are like going to Palembang tmr till wed.&lt;br /&gt;so it'll be freedom!&lt;br /&gt;but it seems as if she can read my bro and my mind...&lt;br /&gt;we were planning on everyday bunking off to play comp...&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately, my mum totally chai1 chuan1 my plan( aww man!)&lt;br /&gt;ya but i can tell you 101% we're gonna play(:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAIYOUs my dears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-4208276406475049167?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/4208276406475049167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=4208276406475049167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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what that means?&lt;br /&gt;that means the whole level was present! (i think...)&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY,&lt;br /&gt;i didn get the a1 i hoped for, &lt;br /&gt;but anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;a high b3 was ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;compared to my previous low b4 and high c5,&lt;br /&gt;its an achievement! (:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but veh funny leh.&lt;br /&gt;mr chai haven't even given back history papers, mr sng give back liao.&lt;br /&gt;AND CHERYL IS DAMN PRO CAN.&lt;br /&gt;wahpiang.&lt;br /&gt;21/25 is NOT AN EASY FEAT OK.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;GOOD JOB EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;20th september: ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;27th september: HIGHER CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;1st october: HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;2nd october: LITERATURE&lt;br /&gt;3rd october: GENERAL SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;4th october: MATHEMATICS&lt;br /&gt;5th october: GEOGRAPHY&lt;br /&gt;the test schedule.&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;i really must learn to start being more hardworking and should really concentrate...&lt;br /&gt;this shall be the last weekend i slack...&lt;br /&gt;after that is STUDYING!!&lt;br /&gt;CHIONGING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-junying(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6233036750127606530?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6233036750127606530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=6233036750127606530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6233036750127606530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6233036750127606530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-great-day-we-took-our-lit.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-1176334192053409985</id><published>2007-08-22T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:08:07.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ermms.&lt;br /&gt;TRIPLE F,&lt;br /&gt;FRANKENSTEIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5OLAPS all on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;PIANG EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;in 29 days its gonna be ENGLISH paper.&lt;br /&gt;the MOST IMPT.&lt;br /&gt;can fail everything,&lt;br /&gt;but cannot fail english!&lt;br /&gt;okkk... bad mindset!&lt;br /&gt;i feel totally NOT in the exam-y mood.&lt;br /&gt;last yr i felt so much more prepared.&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;next yr's o's are gonng be in sept.&lt;br /&gt;they're movin it nearer and nearer.&lt;br /&gt;my batch will be wat?&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER?&lt;br /&gt;SADDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg someone cut his hair!&lt;br /&gt;i was tryin not to laugh for the last 10min of maths class,&lt;br /&gt;after reading his sms.&lt;br /&gt;LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;it broke my one school day not laughing lor.&lt;br /&gt;HURRUMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;DEEEAADx.&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i'm gonna do is mix and blend it till its all sogggy.&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;pity Green and Red will have to be mixed as well.&lt;br /&gt;pity Red alot...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;who ask them best friends???&lt;br /&gt;but i dun think Red will help Yellow cos Yellow did do smth to Magenta that DOES affect Red.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;talkin in codes are fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-1176334192053409985?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-997799900274212142</id><published>2007-08-18T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T19:38:40.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah today was my highest day for a loooong while&lt;br /&gt;kept giggling you know&lt;br /&gt;then i took so long to finish my lunch cos i was giggling all the way&lt;br /&gt;trevin looked so freaked out by me giggling and giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in class,&lt;br /&gt;i think i freaked everyone out...&lt;br /&gt;they were all trying to make me giggle when i stopped giggling.&lt;br /&gt;timothy and westcott were the best la.&lt;br /&gt;jus turn around "hee hee"&lt;br /&gt;then i can start giggling again.&lt;br /&gt;then eunice attributed this to my mentos&lt;br /&gt;I FINISHED THE WHOLE PACKET OF MENTOS IN 3 HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;almost all by myself la....&lt;br /&gt;then eunice confiscated my sweets!&lt;br /&gt;the people around me i'm refering to &lt;br /&gt;James,&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin,&lt;br /&gt;Trevin,&lt;br /&gt;Westcott,&lt;br /&gt;Timothy,&lt;br /&gt;Bryan,&lt;br /&gt;Jessie and &lt;br /&gt;Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice said that my giggling is making me seem like i'm a feng po.&lt;br /&gt;yea i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but it felt good being happy after months in school facing hatred(:&lt;br /&gt;LOVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then typhoon was pretty weird today&lt;br /&gt;cos he made so much noise,&lt;br /&gt;then daniel changed his place...&lt;br /&gt;and i feel damn guilty for feeling happy that he moved.&lt;br /&gt;cos he cried.&lt;br /&gt;yar.&lt;br /&gt;then for the rest of the day,&lt;br /&gt;he was in the i-refuse-to-play mode.&lt;br /&gt;but heck la.&lt;br /&gt;James was fascinated with me saying&lt;br /&gt;"i'm sorry i'm sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;and praying to god for forgiveness even though i'm not a christian.&lt;br /&gt;tell you alr la...&lt;br /&gt;kena influenced by y'all.&lt;br /&gt;the christians close to me:&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;James&lt;br /&gt;Timothy&lt;br /&gt;Westcott&lt;br /&gt;Livia&lt;br /&gt;Madeline&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;br /&gt;Jiehui&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;so many leh!&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm alr half-christian...&lt;br /&gt;but dun feel like dedicating myself yet i guess.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love giggling!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-997799900274212142?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/997799900274212142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=997799900274212142' title='0 Comments'/><link 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finger at a bunch of guys.&lt;br /&gt;so crude.&lt;br /&gt;and somemore wearing school uni with teachers and fellow cedarians around.&lt;br /&gt;i have disgraced the school,&lt;br /&gt;my fanily,&lt;br /&gt;my friends and&lt;br /&gt;of course, my self.&lt;br /&gt;i have done wrong and please,&lt;br /&gt;whoever God is listening to me,&lt;br /&gt;i beg your forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common test 4,&lt;br /&gt;all the marks have totally pulled my ave per subject down to now i can't even hit my target.&lt;br /&gt;as usual,&lt;br /&gt;the only sub that hit is maths(DUH)&lt;br /&gt;even science a normal a1,&lt;br /&gt;was pulled down by my c6 in this test.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm REALLY hoping my lit common test can do well.&lt;br /&gt;and well as in an a1 well.&lt;br /&gt;so as to pull my b4 and b3 marks up to a higher level like an a2?&lt;br /&gt;which is my target at the start of this term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, as usual &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; targets are NEVER met&lt;br /&gt;with the exception of maths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;subject&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;target&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;result&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maths a1 a1&lt;br /&gt;science a1 a2(wth!)&lt;br /&gt;chinese b3 b3(surprising...)&lt;br /&gt;history a2 *haven't return yet*&lt;br /&gt;lit a2 *we haven't even taken-.-*&lt;br /&gt;geog b3 b4(if i had one more mark it &lt;u&gt;would&lt;/u&gt; have hit b3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my official lousy results.&lt;br /&gt;high wishes,&lt;br /&gt;low outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;and some people wonder why my blog url is iwishformore.&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY wish.&lt;br /&gt;to no success.&lt;br /&gt;as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;off to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of him when i hear mr lonely.&lt;br /&gt;the song reminds me off his most-likely sadness he had felt when he broke up up with his ex...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-4971251703845259303?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/4971251703845259303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=4971251703845259303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/4971251703845259303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/4971251703845259303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/08/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6543221942272599607</id><published>2007-08-14T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:23:36.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jiamin, Sara and i have officially concluded this:&lt;br /&gt;RI is for the stupid, &lt;br /&gt;HCI for the businessman, &lt;br /&gt;ACS( I ) and ( B ) for the gentlemenly and &lt;br /&gt;SJI for the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did this during jogging and you know,&lt;br /&gt;jogging IS boring.&lt;br /&gt;so we started talking bout how scgs girls liked acsB guys over SJI guys,&lt;br /&gt;so we said that you know...&lt;br /&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't rmb anythin else.&lt;br /&gt;well the frankenstein play was ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;the full dress rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;surprising that we could get so much done in less than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;costumes pretty much DONE&lt;br /&gt;props WELL GOOD JOB.&lt;br /&gt;actors still got work to do tho.&lt;br /&gt;not that well done i felt.&lt;br /&gt;kept prompting them.&lt;br /&gt;but i think it was a good job cos everythin was ok.&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;but actors complaining costumes neh did anything.&lt;br /&gt;when we DID SO MUCH. &lt;br /&gt;shan't complain tho.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveeverythingidunhate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6543221942272599607?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-656783981748580167</id><published>2007-08-12T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:33:46.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have an obsession with drawing hearts.&lt;br /&gt;broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;hearts split due to the innermost hurt.&lt;br /&gt;like my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ytd mindchamps was as usual an up and down thing.&lt;br /&gt;no group work(THANKGOD) &lt;br /&gt;ya and even more thank god after the letter reading thing.&lt;br /&gt;wah it felt so good after sharing that part with lanxin's kor!&lt;br /&gt;cos until jus now i've been bottling up all my sadness and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;ya chat with him very qing song.&lt;br /&gt;LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea now westcott is dao-ing me.&lt;br /&gt;SURE...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;OBTUSE! OBTUSE!&lt;br /&gt;the under-six tennis.&lt;br /&gt;can't forget that stupid joke ben cracked over eunice's tennis natl thing.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;den they had real fun throwing my crunchie all over the place HORH.&lt;br /&gt;some more throw to daniel.&lt;br /&gt;luckily daniel's very nice.&lt;br /&gt;and i was acting bimbo ytd...&lt;br /&gt;and suuuper act cute.&lt;br /&gt;then ben thought i was gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-656783981748580167?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/656783981748580167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=656783981748580167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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out dearest beatrice almost got my phone confiscated,&lt;br /&gt;my dad came and we headed for east coast.&lt;br /&gt;and this was stupid-er cos we didn know which side of the lagoon, so my dad dropped us on the other side,&lt;br /&gt;and we walked all the way round the lagoon&lt;br /&gt;(well we couldn walk thru it!)&lt;br /&gt;to the pit,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody came yet,&lt;br /&gt;so beatrice said she wanted to be 'fashionably late'&lt;br /&gt;yea, so i followed her to be 'fashionably late'&lt;br /&gt;and we went to the food court&lt;br /&gt;and BEATRICE ( not me) ate the bluejelly and honey pearls desert which tasted GROSS, but beatrice said was nice, but dun trust me cos i dun eat deserts at all.&lt;br /&gt;ya so we saw some guy who looks like daniel and is daniel, &lt;br /&gt;we called him (rather, i called him bcos beatrice didn want to)&lt;br /&gt;but (as beatrice says) he's deaf, and couldn hear me(i specify again)&lt;br /&gt;yea, then she finished, and we headed for the pit.&lt;br /&gt;yea and i was busy, as octave says.&lt;br /&gt;running around serving the food to the girls(you see i'm SO nice sia(:)&lt;br /&gt;yea, and getting daniel to cook fishball for beatrice(: HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ya and ongziyang kept taking pic of me la.&lt;br /&gt;as in when i talk to guys, eg. octave, daniel and gerald.&lt;br /&gt;i gave him the you-are-siao look.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed the bbq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea today the natl celebrations was average la i guess.&lt;br /&gt;yea we made a mistake and this made her very angry but wat the hell, its not her prob.&lt;br /&gt;ok after that we went to the hall and wadeva...&lt;br /&gt;cheered loudly for gillian, cihui and MR ONG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;he look so cute walking dow the red carpet la... like big round ball bouncing(:&lt;br /&gt;yea after that the indoor community singing was great!&lt;br /&gt;and if i wasn wearing court shoes and wasn standing in a suuper crammed up gallery i would have started dancing like in empower U.&lt;br /&gt;cedar has nvr failed to surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;the whole school dance you know.&lt;br /&gt;damn proud sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE 7114!&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing proiling for everybody in the class.&lt;br /&gt;that i'm close with la that is.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3935642161597059866?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3935642161597059866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=3935642161597059866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3935642161597059866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3935642161597059866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/08/yea-bbq.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-357284269887829501</id><published>2007-08-07T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:06:25.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" i don't mind having her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW i'm a THING correct???&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't even think i'm worth a CENT.&lt;br /&gt;luckily James neh tell him.&lt;br /&gt;but he GUESSed that i like him!&lt;br /&gt;ya so he ask James "does Jun really like ***?"&lt;br /&gt;ya so he "doesn't mind having" me,&lt;br /&gt;it shows that he doesn't even LIKE me in the first place, like he's jus pleasing me like that.&lt;br /&gt;some more he FLIRTS.&lt;br /&gt;i wun go liking a guy who FLIRTS hello??&lt;br /&gt;AND he has 3 girls number from empower U with which he had flirted with.&lt;br /&gt;sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"do you like *** or ***? if not i wun give you ***'s number."&lt;br /&gt;that james really know how to manipulate me.&lt;br /&gt;ya some more he asked me b4 the Simpsons movie.&lt;br /&gt;so i was multitasking:&lt;br /&gt;laughing and getting confused by James.&lt;br /&gt;but i really like both!&lt;br /&gt;but he OBVIOUSLY doesn believe me.&lt;br /&gt;but eventually i DID get ***'s number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i only treat her as a godsis"&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll have to treat *** as a godbro then.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"have you chatted with that girl you got the numbr from,***?"&lt;br /&gt;yea.  as i said before,&lt;br /&gt;HE FLIRTS.&lt;br /&gt;gross dao yao ming.&lt;br /&gt;ya but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;he treats me as a THING correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like kena both my vrushes dun like me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so Eunice, Ben and i are on a mission to match make&lt;br /&gt;T***** and S*****&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;take it as tom and sally ba!&lt;br /&gt;then Sally was trying to put me and benjamin together.&lt;br /&gt;so she say its jack and bill.&lt;br /&gt;pretty stupid.&lt;br /&gt;2 guys.&lt;br /&gt;then treven was trying to getthe story to turn into something gay.&lt;br /&gt;the story turned into a spider being poked by carrot(:&lt;br /&gt;super retarded story we told(:&lt;br /&gt;ya then ben was super funny can.&lt;br /&gt;he say to tom:&lt;br /&gt;"now you are in your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;you step out of that, you experience fear, then growth, then *point to sally* &lt;br /&gt;SUCESS!"&lt;br /&gt;cos at Empower U Taki (speaker) said that b4(:&lt;br /&gt;then Taki got his wife *that ring* that she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;so we said, tom should get sally *that ring*&lt;br /&gt;some more we were pushing shoving and malu-ing ourselves in the food court.&lt;br /&gt;the manager was staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now gonna have chinese test!&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS its summary.&lt;br /&gt;WILL TALK BOUT THE BBQ WHEN I HAVE TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-357284269887829501?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/357284269887829501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=357284269887829501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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actually let loose&lt;br /&gt;for the first time i was me.&lt;br /&gt;that really wild confident me&lt;br /&gt;and it rocked man!&lt;br /&gt;LOVED IT(:&lt;br /&gt;the BEST PART was the board breaking.&lt;br /&gt;i had this sense that i couldn't do it&lt;br /&gt;and i was gettin really nervous when Jewel invited eunice and me to go break the board with her.&lt;br /&gt;eunice and i were really getting high.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if you're not high jumping on a chair,&lt;br /&gt;you'll NEVER be.&lt;br /&gt;so we were like dancing on chairs,&lt;br /&gt;lettin go&lt;br /&gt;and it ROCKED.&lt;br /&gt;yea but then one of the asisteam peeps said to get down and off the chair&lt;br /&gt;and we joined Jewel anbd Trevin on the floor&lt;br /&gt;(hey girl, i REALLY think u got a chance with him)&lt;br /&gt;and i was hyperventilating over not being able break the board.&lt;br /&gt;(guess who took a longer time to break it huh?)&lt;br /&gt;yea, so guys moved up WADEVA.&lt;br /&gt;and then Ryan(speaker) wanted me to go up and i was like &lt;br /&gt;"HUH NO I CANNOT!!! nononononono!"&lt;br /&gt;and he (thank god) sent me to Ju.&lt;br /&gt;(like her lots really. great asisteam ldr)&lt;br /&gt;yea Ju was REALLY great.&lt;br /&gt;first time:&lt;br /&gt;i got into state.&lt;br /&gt;i saw Eunice1's name on my board.&lt;br /&gt;all the negative things,&lt;br /&gt;all my past hatred,&lt;br /&gt;written there,&lt;br /&gt;to smash it.&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3 COMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;nah. the board didn break.&lt;br /&gt;second time:&lt;br /&gt;Ju said&lt;br /&gt;"look at this board.&lt;br /&gt;your past failures.&lt;br /&gt;your hatred.&lt;br /&gt;your anger.&lt;br /&gt;your sadness.&lt;br /&gt;the other side is what you WANT to become.&lt;br /&gt;you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;COME LET'S GET INTO STATE!"&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3, COMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;nah. it didn break.&lt;br /&gt;my first though was&lt;br /&gt;"ok i'm such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;i must be the only one who can't."&lt;br /&gt;third time:&lt;br /&gt;Ju could read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;she said &lt;br /&gt;"look at me. look at me.&lt;br /&gt;you can."&lt;br /&gt;the noise and music and people dancing disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;and i committed.&lt;br /&gt;and i DID IT OK.&lt;br /&gt;my first thought was:&lt;br /&gt;this HAS to be imagination.&lt;br /&gt;John The Man was going all wild.&lt;br /&gt;Ju was hopping up and down.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was cheering.&lt;br /&gt;and me,&lt;br /&gt;i had this expression of disbelief, shock, relief and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;and in the instant the board shattered,&lt;br /&gt;i saw Eunice1's face smashing into bits.&lt;br /&gt;that STUPID glaring expression she had was gone.&lt;br /&gt;GONE.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt POWER.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like NO ONE can stand in my way.&lt;br /&gt;I DO WHATEVER I LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE, ESPECIALLY NOT THE EUNICES, ARE GONNA STOP ME.&lt;br /&gt;NOT MY ENTIRE EX-CLIQUE.&lt;br /&gt;NOT EUNICE2.&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY.&lt;br /&gt;CAN.&lt;br /&gt;MAKE.&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;FEEL.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the final stage.&lt;br /&gt;and everybody was dancing.&lt;br /&gt;i tried lookin for people,&lt;br /&gt;but couldn find anybody.&lt;br /&gt;so WHO CARES MAN?!&lt;br /&gt;i danced my ass off by myself.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT TOTALLY ROCKED.&lt;br /&gt;so i was lookin out for eunice choong&lt;br /&gt;and moved to the left of the space in front.&lt;br /&gt;and out of the blue,&lt;br /&gt;JESSIE AND SIPING APPEARED.&lt;br /&gt;and the 3 of us danced together and cheered.&lt;br /&gt;and jumped and it rocked so hard.&lt;br /&gt;and soon,&lt;br /&gt;eunice came and mavis and wan'er and dominique&lt;br /&gt;and all of us danced together!&lt;br /&gt;all the 7114 GIRLS DANCED TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;soon Brent(speaker) started spraying the punisher(watergun)&lt;br /&gt;and all the siao guys from 7114&lt;br /&gt;(namely, trevin, treven, timothy, walao plus plus)&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get sprayed cos they were all sweaty...&lt;br /&gt;and the punisher was near us and all the girls were trying to hide &lt;br /&gt;but all the guys moved to our side &lt;br /&gt;and they wanted to be sprayed.&lt;br /&gt;so i started hiding behind timothy...&lt;br /&gt;but THEN.&lt;br /&gt;brent moved to the centre chair,&lt;br /&gt;and timothy and the rest of guys moved&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE WAS NO SHELTER!&lt;br /&gt;so i started shouting at timothy&lt;br /&gt;saying "you bustard! stop asking to be sprayed la! i'm being sprayed you idiot!"&lt;br /&gt;and he turned and gave his wicked smile,&lt;br /&gt;and i thonked his head as i thonked ben's&lt;br /&gt;and he turned around and started wiping his sweat in my jacket &lt;br /&gt;and i was wiggling and he was grabbing me up and he was literally wiping his sweat,&lt;br /&gt;grabbing me,&lt;br /&gt;lifting me up (about 40cm) all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;and both of us were roughhousing for about a minute.&lt;br /&gt;before i wiggled out of his arms(or rather, he let me off)&lt;br /&gt;and he went back to getting sprayed.&lt;br /&gt;so luckily he was standing back facing me and i started bending down under his shelter(ok this reminds me off Umbrella)&lt;br /&gt;yea then Brent FINALLY stopped spraying &lt;br /&gt;and the guys of 7114 danced behind,&lt;br /&gt;while the girls from 7114 danced in front&lt;br /&gt;and it felt really close you know...&lt;br /&gt;very qin1...&lt;br /&gt;and then Ben kicked my ass&lt;br /&gt;and i turned to smile-glare at him&lt;br /&gt;but i didn manage a good glare cos i was really high.&lt;br /&gt;so i turned back continued jumping and swinging my arms around&lt;br /&gt;then guess wat.&lt;br /&gt;timothy kicked my ankles.&lt;br /&gt;(hey its so unfair! they're bullying me!)&lt;br /&gt;i turned around and showed him my fist.&lt;br /&gt;and he back off one step &lt;br /&gt;but continued dancing anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;cos i was REALLY high.&lt;br /&gt;(author's note: I JUST REMEBERED TESTS TMR!nehmind...)&lt;br /&gt;ya and that was JUST the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day rocked,&lt;br /&gt;cos everybody hugged each other.&lt;br /&gt;and timothy was damn scary la.&lt;br /&gt;he like pulled me into a hug(???!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;hugged Ben twice and Art once.&lt;br /&gt;(Art rocks really.&lt;br /&gt;good attitude,&lt;br /&gt;but he smokes).&lt;br /&gt;Jessie and i kept hugging...&lt;br /&gt;so there was the Singapore Sling, the In-Out Hug, the A-shape hug and the Heart-to-heart hug.&lt;br /&gt;damn fun man!&lt;br /&gt;eunice and danced really great.&lt;br /&gt;but i still think the second day's better than the last...&lt;br /&gt;but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;yea got a bit emo on the last day...&lt;br /&gt;cried as i was sharing my experience with breaking up with my enitre clique,&lt;br /&gt;and got lotsa people from 7114(guys btw) shaking my hand in consolment.&lt;br /&gt;Walao and Joshua sebastian...&lt;br /&gt;both from Fat Fathers...&lt;br /&gt;i had no MOOD TO STUDY AT ALL TODAY K.&lt;br /&gt;was still in the dancing mode.&lt;br /&gt;yea and then mdm er mentioned bout not being able to take bad comments &lt;br /&gt;and i glanced slyly at Eunice2...&lt;br /&gt;gave her that evil look that i haven't given anybody&lt;br /&gt;and i saw Eunice1 looking at me as i did that.&lt;br /&gt;and eunice2 turned to me.&lt;br /&gt;and she smiled the no-we-weren't-talking bout-you look.&lt;br /&gt;and i smiled a really wry smile,&lt;br /&gt;the evilest i got and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;and as i remember smashing thru the board,&lt;br /&gt;i felt that this was my turning point,&lt;br /&gt;that i'm gonna smash thru everybody,&lt;br /&gt;and the smile i had was my first step to conquering my fears bout the eunices.&lt;br /&gt;and it felt great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i better concentrate on studying...&lt;br /&gt;lest i fail...&lt;br /&gt;then i'll REALLY HAVE NO MOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6680429544145470491</id><published>2007-07-22T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:52:46.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i shall post for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;listening compre for o's.&lt;br /&gt;so 2P kena have to clear everything from the classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;guess wat.&lt;br /&gt;i was so anxious in collecting the ws,&lt;br /&gt; forgot all about my dear box i had left outside the class.&lt;br /&gt;until 5 when i reached home and was thinking bout the mensuration hw mr lim had given us,&lt;br /&gt;did i rmb my darling box outside the class.&lt;br /&gt;but too late right?&lt;br /&gt;the cleaners alr come and lock the room,&lt;br /&gt;so for sure the box is either there, &lt;br /&gt;or not there.&lt;br /&gt;PANIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;totally lost it.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;my entire box,&lt;br /&gt;filled with my&lt;br /&gt;textbooks,&lt;br /&gt;notebooks,&lt;br /&gt;and files &lt;br /&gt;were all GONE.&lt;br /&gt;i was really really really gan cheong ok.&lt;br /&gt;i never search the school more thoroughly before.&lt;br /&gt;still couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;mrs franklin thought i was lying bout me losing my workbook.&lt;br /&gt;hai no choice.&lt;br /&gt;felt like smacking her face.&lt;br /&gt;not like i wasn upset enough about it u know...&lt;br /&gt;she made me even more upset.&lt;br /&gt;i concluded on tuesday night,&lt;br /&gt;that if i dun find the box or any of its contents by thursday,&lt;br /&gt;i would start buying textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;still panicking.&lt;br /&gt;ellyn and i decided to jus report lost to the GO.&lt;br /&gt;the attitude lady was there.&lt;br /&gt;pissed!&lt;br /&gt;ya and i was getting really really really upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;until lunch time i was telling ellyn that if i dun find my box by thursday,&lt;br /&gt;i would buy books liao.&lt;br /&gt;and guess who came in?&lt;br /&gt;sara yang!&lt;br /&gt;somemore its the only day she came in the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;i looked up at her,&lt;br /&gt;looked down at the box.&lt;br /&gt;found the box looking very familiar.&lt;br /&gt;the files arrangement also looked extremely familiar.&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD SARA! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;I WAS HUGGING AND JUMPING UP AND DOWN with her still carrying the box.&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you how happy i was.&lt;br /&gt;words can't describe the joy i felt.&lt;br /&gt;i was jus so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;i was alr kinda resigned to the fact that my box was to be gone FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;where did sara find it?&lt;br /&gt;my favourite place and the only place i didn check-&lt;br /&gt;the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;thank you sara for finding it!&lt;br /&gt;thank you ellyn for finding it with me in vain!&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone who was concerned!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;can't quite recall wat happened on this day.&lt;br /&gt;everybody was talking bout borrowing saris and wat not.&lt;br /&gt;and ma de lin and huijun and livia were saying they mus take section photo.&lt;br /&gt;haha but i wasn gonna wear anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;i was very pissed early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;very pissed as in huo3 mao4 san1 zhang4.&lt;br /&gt;the more i looked at her the more i felt like stabbing a knife thru her.&lt;br /&gt;ellyn kept telling me bout anger management.&lt;br /&gt;ok so those that wore ethnic costumes went to take photos,&lt;br /&gt;while those that didn&lt;br /&gt;namely, jiamin, jacq, ellyn, singyee, me and a couple of others&lt;br /&gt;sat in class talking.&lt;br /&gt;yea i enjoyed the talking part(:&lt;br /&gt;natl day rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;ok BORING.&lt;br /&gt;i got to play like only double eagle for the real thing...&lt;br /&gt;and after i left like 5 min later they okayed washington post.&lt;br /&gt;i like washington post(:&lt;br /&gt;so after that i didn expect both tiffany and cathlin to open the storeroom door jus for one of me...&lt;br /&gt;haha band has good ldrs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;ok la.&lt;br /&gt;stupidjoshuastupidjoshuastupidjoshua.&lt;br /&gt;all the girls ate lunch together,&lt;br /&gt;before playing bridge.&lt;br /&gt;walao i knew he purposely chose 8 spades to be his partner.&lt;br /&gt;tell a specific few of u why.&lt;br /&gt;so it wasn like MY FAULT that he said play anything when i didn have diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;so i played "anything" and not the trump,&lt;br /&gt;which was wat he wanted  me to play.&lt;br /&gt;so he blame me leh!&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;its not like i made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;and he says it was "common sense".&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was obvious i didn have any.&lt;br /&gt;so he called me no brain.&lt;br /&gt;i was like *push his head forward*&lt;br /&gt;"u then no brain la"&lt;br /&gt;but it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;cos dominique kept popping the m&amp;ms thing at his ear.&lt;br /&gt;all the girls were laughing(:&lt;br /&gt;loved it(:&lt;br /&gt;talked to timothy and walao...&lt;br /&gt;eh they're from ACS(I) leh!&lt;br /&gt;pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;as usual,&lt;br /&gt;only timothy, walao and i did the work.&lt;br /&gt;nicholas and joshua sebastian and joshua lam jus slacked.&lt;br /&gt;they presented.&lt;br /&gt;timothy and i were SO worried they'd screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;"die die die" was all we could say.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;they did well.&lt;br /&gt;than walao said&lt;br /&gt;" u see we never die wat!"&lt;br /&gt;the guys in the class that i'm not pissed with and am on ok terms are:&lt;br /&gt;1. travin&lt;br /&gt;2. timothy&lt;br /&gt;3. walao&lt;br /&gt;4. benjamin&lt;br /&gt;5. ian(??)&lt;br /&gt;ian i jus happened to offer the sweets to him...&lt;br /&gt;cos i thought he looked very lonely all alone among the girls.&lt;br /&gt;so i gave him the sweet&lt;br /&gt;and he seemed more happy after that.&lt;br /&gt;(: felt pretty pleased with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok today must be the dun-reply-junying's-sms-es day right???&lt;br /&gt;ok la i was conversing with 5 ppl from 10am to 3 pm.&lt;br /&gt;not bad la.&lt;br /&gt;mainly is only those few...&lt;br /&gt;oh my.&lt;br /&gt;i feel sad yet happy at the same time??&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;should concentrate and get married to cassie logan for now.&lt;br /&gt;no more guys PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6680429544145470491?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6680429544145470491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=6680429544145470491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6680429544145470491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6680429544145470491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-i-shall-post-for-whole-week.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-321327263667175806</id><published>2007-07-14T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:29:03.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;TWO GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME??!!&lt;br /&gt;why am i crushing on TWO GUYS now?!!!&lt;br /&gt;i said b4 i'm despo.&lt;br /&gt;but not THIS despo.&lt;br /&gt;TWO GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;both ultra ultra super duper nice.&lt;br /&gt;very gentlemenly(:&lt;br /&gt;oh my.&lt;br /&gt;why TWO GUYS???&lt;br /&gt;eunice chong told me that it was pretty obvious that wo gen ********* you shen me ai mei.&lt;br /&gt;then at the end of the lesson,&lt;br /&gt;she asked me,&lt;br /&gt;are u doing the same thing for *******?&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid i am!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;but they're both like the nicest ppl la.&lt;br /&gt;both have their own faults,&lt;br /&gt;be it in height or in braces(:&lt;br /&gt;HAI.&lt;br /&gt;how despo can lor jun ying get?!&lt;br /&gt;wo yao sha si wo zi ji.&lt;br /&gt;wo zen neng ai shang LIANG ge ren ne?&lt;br /&gt;wo jue de wo hen dui bu qi *** yin wei shi ta xian dui wo zhe me hao de.&lt;br /&gt;ke shi...&lt;br /&gt;wo que ye ai shang le ***&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;during mindchamps class,&lt;br /&gt;my group changed our dear name to &lt;br /&gt;fat fathers.&lt;br /&gt;ya and 1 mum.&lt;br /&gt;so the name of the group is:&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;fat fathers and one mum.&lt;br /&gt;you know why there's one mum?&lt;br /&gt;cos its me.&lt;br /&gt;thankuthankuthanku. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;so we had to do group work.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WAS THE UGLIEST GROUP WORK I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;first there was this BIG logo of our group right SPLAT in the middle&lt;br /&gt;and its not even NICE.&lt;br /&gt;its this big roundish thing that isn't even circular and timothy jus kept writing using his ultra ugly disgusting filthy yucky suckish handwriting to write on it.&lt;br /&gt;and those guys were SO NOISY.&lt;br /&gt;i got so pissed,&lt;br /&gt;i snatched the paper and i finished the whole work for them.&lt;br /&gt;PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat joshua said.&lt;br /&gt;"oh she's having mensus now."&lt;br /&gt;nicholas: whats that? ( walao. he'll nvr have a wife in the future)&lt;br /&gt;joshua: oh menstruation...(sounded like mensuration)&lt;br /&gt;me: mensuration or menstruation???&lt;br /&gt;as usual, nobody heard me.&lt;br /&gt;u know this really reminds me of gerald dylan...&lt;br /&gt;cos he kept saying i have mensus when i dun!&lt;br /&gt;u can check my panties if u want *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 we had grp work,&lt;br /&gt;timothy had that R-cube thingy...&lt;br /&gt;u know... the nj one...&lt;br /&gt;then i ask him whether he's going.&lt;br /&gt;he said no.&lt;br /&gt;i said: why did u buy it for then?&lt;br /&gt;then he said its 5 ppl share cost.&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY'S GOING.&lt;br /&gt;i had that okkkk -.-" look.&lt;br /&gt;then during the grp work time,&lt;br /&gt;he asked me to go to sentosa for the walk on 11th august.&lt;br /&gt;then that STUUUUPID joshua(hate him btw) said,&lt;br /&gt;"weh why u taking her to sentosa?"&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME(ang moh qiang)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the stuuuupid fat fathers(u see this doesn include me, bcos i'm a mama(:)&lt;br /&gt;made the tcher angry ok.&lt;br /&gt;cos i had said smth(ORH-HOH! GUILTY PARTY!)&lt;br /&gt;nicholas had drawn this thing which consists of a str8 line, a circular turn and another circular turn,&lt;br /&gt;so that there'll be 2 corners,&lt;br /&gt;one ending on a tip,&lt;br /&gt;the other is joining the two turns.&lt;br /&gt;so i was suuuper pissed with them for saying i had mensus,&lt;br /&gt;i said:&lt;br /&gt;u know what this looks like?&lt;br /&gt;*point to the tip* this is a penis&lt;br /&gt;*point to the joining two turns one* and this is a testis.&lt;br /&gt;understand?&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE GUYS LAUGHED LA.&lt;br /&gt;and they made EVEN MORE NOISE.&lt;br /&gt;guess wat they did.&lt;br /&gt;a)laugh and talk bout sick jokes.&lt;br /&gt;b) draw the testis into round testicles and add hair&lt;br /&gt;c) said how sick girls are this days.&lt;br /&gt;well if u answered b) you're right!&lt;br /&gt;YA AND THEY DREW IT ON THE GROUP WORK PAPER OK.&lt;br /&gt;then the nicholas has this compulse for liquid-ing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;he used the liquid paper and liquid-ed it away.&lt;br /&gt;i was like&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL ARE U DOING?!&lt;br /&gt;ZUO LE JIU SUAN!&lt;br /&gt;what the...&lt;br /&gt;then walao said&lt;br /&gt;"aiya dun need so gan cheong.&lt;br /&gt;you're the only one gan cheong..."&lt;br /&gt;excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;without me,&lt;br /&gt;our grp would NEVER finish the work.&lt;br /&gt;ya call me teacher's pet,&lt;br /&gt;but the teacher was right up tohis limits alr and i could tell he was gonna explode.&lt;br /&gt;the group was VERY silent.&lt;br /&gt;not bad for a bunch of fat fathers.&lt;br /&gt;ya and the teacher wants me to be the "mum" to control them.&lt;br /&gt;ya the funny thing is.&lt;br /&gt;there's 5 fathers and one mum.&lt;br /&gt;wat does that make me?&lt;br /&gt;i said,&lt;br /&gt;" NO NO I DUN WANNA BE A PROSTITUTE!"&lt;br /&gt;wats their reaction?&lt;br /&gt;a) laugh and say ya lor!&lt;br /&gt;b) ignore as usual&lt;br /&gt;well i'll go for the as usual one.&lt;br /&gt;which was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then benjamin and i were doing far distance communication(:&lt;br /&gt;for example&lt;br /&gt;why u staring at me?!&lt;br /&gt;would translate into u know the "what" head movement&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;would translate into roll eyes.&lt;br /&gt;then daniel said that his ex-school, raffles institution,&lt;br /&gt;was a super stress school and he suffered alot.&lt;br /&gt;and ben look at me and i mouthed &lt;br /&gt;"ya sooo bustardly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why with guys i have this great tendency of being sick&lt;br /&gt;( as in the mind sick not the sick sick).&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;it's why i AM so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice chong is offering to do matchmaking.&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-321327263667175806?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/321327263667175806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=321327263667175806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/321327263667175806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/321327263667175806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/07/ohmygod.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-7230812882182280346</id><published>2007-07-12T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T10:53:03.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's say that i am extremely bored.&lt;br /&gt;and sick.&lt;br /&gt;and tired.&lt;br /&gt;so ya i'm bored to the extent that i am listening to classics.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;i nvr knew merry widow was such a fast piece.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately amazon only gives a portion of songs for sampling,&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich&lt;br /&gt;BUY OR DUN BUY.&lt;br /&gt;well for a poper like me,&lt;br /&gt;well there's only one choice correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya i'm skipping oral today.&lt;br /&gt;THAT MEANS NO MDM AUDRA!&lt;br /&gt;i want her to be my oral tcher!!!&lt;br /&gt;heard from yingying(sec4) that mdm audra is nice...&lt;br /&gt;and i know she's nice.&lt;br /&gt;so i wan her!&lt;br /&gt;and jus when i got her,&lt;br /&gt;i screwed it up.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally know how to play cantilena!&lt;br /&gt;ok that is so off.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea my obsession with Girlfriend has kinda worn off.&lt;br /&gt;depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worse thing is that i miss band.&lt;br /&gt;sadsadsad.&lt;br /&gt;jessica ask me why i wasn going for band at the foyer ytd.&lt;br /&gt;she mus have thought i was ponning band bcos of new ldrs.&lt;br /&gt;please i wun EVER pon band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm down with:&lt;br /&gt;1. eye infection(perfectly alright. thanks for those who asked bout it:))&lt;br /&gt;2.sorethroat(the doc said i have a swollen throat or smth.)&lt;br /&gt;3. a nose that's running AND blocked(but much better now)&lt;br /&gt;4. slight fever of 37.7 degrees Celsius(eh i didn have it at sch ytd only at night then have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;sorry saxy section that we dun have full attendance:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much stress alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know this is so mian qiang.&lt;br /&gt;i can't find anything to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-7230812882182280346?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/7230812882182280346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=7230812882182280346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/7230812882182280346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6354864329704437171</id><published>2007-07-07T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T18:37:00.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting excited over this guy.&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously.&lt;br /&gt;he keeps looking at me and turns away when i look at him.&lt;br /&gt;and its not staring kinda look ok.&lt;br /&gt;I AM TOTALLY FREAKED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;the guys at mindchamps were ok i guess, given the fact that ONLY 7 OUT OF 24 WERE GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;but the T brothers kept listening to SICK STUFF LA.&lt;br /&gt;then jessie and i jus happened to get back from lunch and we were the only girls,&lt;br /&gt;so they like dun give a damn bout our presence and jus continued listening.&lt;br /&gt;attracting ALOT OF MALE AUDIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the teacher came in,&lt;br /&gt;he let us play a game,&lt;br /&gt;called blow wind blow.&lt;br /&gt;ok nehmind,&lt;br /&gt;but the fucking worst thing was benjamin said blow wind blow all the pretty girls.&lt;br /&gt;THEN ALL THE GIRLS SUPPOSED TO STAND UP AND RUN RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOBODY DID!!!!&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT ME.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT.&lt;br /&gt;SO HE TEASED ME LIKE CONTINUOUSLY AND I WAS SUPER PISSED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;then Eunice gave one look at his pants and said,&lt;br /&gt;"my god can u zip it up."&lt;br /&gt;I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF CAN!&lt;br /&gt;and benjamin was like red, and he said&lt;br /&gt;"ok ok ok fine. we're even ok?!"&lt;br /&gt;i jus continued laughing.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat i said?&lt;br /&gt;"your tea hoh, nobody wanna drink. you know why? cos there's STDs inside. and u know ah your hot chocolate ah... very lumpy leh."&lt;br /&gt;what IS sweet revenge i wonder???(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya then the coach daniel said we had to rmb the most memorable thing today,&lt;br /&gt;and i think that was it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not elab,&lt;br /&gt;lest some ppl search my blog on the blogsearch&lt;br /&gt;and find out more:)&lt;br /&gt;tell somemore to my diary.&lt;br /&gt;shhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i think he's like really cute,&lt;br /&gt;tho i like totally told him his sch guys are super bustardly.&lt;br /&gt;then after the mindchamps class,&lt;br /&gt;jessie like told me that maybe he liked me and i totally smacked her.&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like blogging somemore,&lt;br /&gt;but i think its VERY dangerous to continue talking bout my newfound crush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6354864329704437171?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-8986598157773554260</id><published>2007-07-03T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:03:32.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey lurves.&lt;br /&gt;ok wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;the new jogging system rocks.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;me and jacq were like running our heads off separate from the class.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;dunnit to be held up by a bunch of unenthu ppl&lt;br /&gt;who dun even run sometimes and are TOTALLY slack.&lt;br /&gt;ya and can train for next yr's napfa.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, TEHLANXIN jogged(here's your name in caps)&lt;br /&gt;cos sherilyn forced her to.&lt;br /&gt;jacq and i finished running in 10 min,&lt;br /&gt;despite the machine breaking down,&lt;br /&gt;walking and lotsa slacking stuff.&lt;br /&gt;she MAKES me run:)&lt;br /&gt;ya bcos of theis new system,&lt;br /&gt;we can have more freedom,&lt;br /&gt;run when we want to,&lt;br /&gt;walk when we need to,&lt;br /&gt;and talk and laugh all the way,&lt;br /&gt;without caring bout the sacrifice of class points(which are alr very low for 2P, so its not much of a diff anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;haha yea.&lt;br /&gt;so we finished 15min b4 the end of jogging period,&lt;br /&gt;so jacq waited for me to finish eating,&lt;br /&gt;all the while telling bout the calories of chicken rice and whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;then i finished it jus slightly after the jogging period ended&lt;br /&gt;and we placed all the science stuff and my diary in class&lt;br /&gt;and we are here in the comp lab telling u wat has happened today.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;i think at this rate of running,&lt;br /&gt;blowing the baritone and bla bla bla.(hey, alliteration!)&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll really lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;which is godd,&lt;br /&gt;cos i REFUSE to sacrifice my bao bei eating time.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sat was my last time with mr chua's class:'(&lt;br /&gt;no more laughing at nicole's glittery stuff,&lt;br /&gt;or prank calling anyone with beatrice&lt;br /&gt;or them laughing at my cheerleader skirt which WASN cheerleader like.&lt;br /&gt;ya they were so sweet and bought me presents!&lt;br /&gt;ya i finished the tom&amp;jerry cake which the auntie said will melt but didn melt&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;yea i think i'll miss them lots...&lt;br /&gt;even though its only been 6 months since i joined,&lt;br /&gt;i think i've really bonded with them lots.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if this is gonna be the feeling i have when i am sec4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got the options form today and we're supposed to make our choice on what stream we wanna take.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna leave sec2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-3009193299458219511</id><published>2007-06-29T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:49:25.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;met up with beatrice at mr chua's tuition and peiyin was as early as me!&lt;br /&gt;after class we went to my house for the bbq &lt;br /&gt;after eating(we ate alot),&lt;br /&gt;we went to my house and we talked till we got bored.&lt;br /&gt;after which, we decided on prank calling y*****l,&lt;br /&gt;since we WERE talking bout him earlier that day when we were walking home.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, on our way to my house,&lt;br /&gt;i listed my most favourite to least fav:&lt;br /&gt;1.zhaoqiang&lt;br /&gt;2.yenriel&lt;br /&gt;3.joshua&lt;br /&gt;4.zhanyu&lt;br /&gt;5.daniel&lt;br /&gt;6.octave&lt;br /&gt;7.ziyang&lt;br /&gt;8.gerald&lt;br /&gt;9.jorven&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. okie.&lt;br /&gt;so we prank called him and he was like,&lt;br /&gt;"do you know that this days phone calls very ex??!!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "ya, but i'm paying right? right? i'm paying correct?"&lt;br /&gt;him: "shut up la walao...'&lt;br /&gt;i'm SO surprised he didn put down the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;haha ok first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;ok la... nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;alot of comments on how my skirt was so short, which it WASN.&lt;br /&gt;ya you decide for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much except that i waited 20min for lanxin's mum's car, before deciding to walk to the bus stop myself.&lt;br /&gt;pretty foolish tho, cos they reached the bus stop same time i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;maths and geog test.&lt;br /&gt;maths was around level 5...&lt;br /&gt;not too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel damn stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;i finished at 8, when the test supposed to end at like 8.20+?!&lt;br /&gt;ok i forgot to put the STUUUUUpid plus-minus sign ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;that's like at least half a mark gone!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT FULL MARKS.&lt;br /&gt;if i dun get full marks for this test, i wun get it anytime else.&lt;br /&gt;cos my graphs really suck.&lt;br /&gt;ok geog was fine except for the last qn.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn find anything from the extract can!&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;so i jus added my own points.&lt;br /&gt;toooooo baaaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;that qn is 8 marks:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: &lt;br /&gt;i thought there was hist and lit test today ok!&lt;br /&gt;i brought EVERYTHING back.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i got so stressed cos i didn finish studying and was fa-ing alot of dai1-s&lt;br /&gt;in the end NO TEST.&lt;br /&gt;-______-&lt;br /&gt;i brought all the stuff back home again and did mindmaps.&lt;br /&gt;can't rmb anything significant.&lt;br /&gt;OH YA have.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to do the quad graphs ws which mr lim said "MUST PASS UP ah."&lt;br /&gt;in the i didn.&lt;br /&gt;cos i left it in sch.&lt;br /&gt;-______-&lt;br /&gt;so i chiong-ed in on-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;ya so i chiong-ed the quad graph ws along with ruoyu and kah eng.&lt;br /&gt;and jacq hid the ws with her friend to 'hui3 mie4 zheng4 ju4"&lt;br /&gt;but in the end she wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;so she couldn do it.&lt;br /&gt;and came up with an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was chionging this, so i was late for band...&lt;br /&gt;saaaad.&lt;br /&gt;in the end come also mei yong.&lt;br /&gt;we only like practised 1 hr?!&lt;br /&gt;cos mr ong was "teaching" us stuff to which we COULDN write in the notebook but then the understudies then asked us why we didn write when actually it was mr ong who said not to write.&lt;br /&gt;so nehmind.&lt;br /&gt;band was horrigible cos yaju and chinghong were there.&lt;br /&gt;very stressful because i used to ou the person whp used to play the instrument i'm playing now.&lt;br /&gt;DEPRESSING.&lt;br /&gt;the hist and science tests were ok,&lt;br /&gt;but i was jus one step away from solving the science physics qn ok!&lt;br /&gt;then mr adil(IS IT???) asked us to stop. BOOOOHOOOOS.&lt;br /&gt;history was ok from what i rmb...&lt;br /&gt;pe was GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;even tho ms poon totally ignored my audible qn of "can i go toilet cos i'm having menstrual cramps" question, she let us play volleyball,&lt;br /&gt;and so far, its the only thing i can play among all the sports she has taught us so far.&lt;br /&gt;worse is OF COURSE RUGBY.&lt;br /&gt;sucked horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;literature test.&lt;br /&gt;it was ok i think because i wrote a page for each qn, cos i jus kept repeating my points...&lt;br /&gt;ya every single qn has the exact same point of the parents not educating the children well.&lt;br /&gt;so stupid la can.&lt;br /&gt;rubbish de.&lt;br /&gt;but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;gan3 jue2 hen2 hao3 after the test.&lt;br /&gt;OFFICIALLY FREE FROM TEST.&lt;br /&gt;OLEHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;so briefing after a whole week of not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;hey i managed to squeeze everything in in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;thankyouthankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP YOUR SPIRITS UP MY DEAR SAX MATES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3009193299458219511?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3009193299458219511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=3009193299458219511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3009193299458219511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3009193299458219511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/06/hellooooooo.html' 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/&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5 weeks more till i can take off those ear studs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-1979478119290795258?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/1979478119290795258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=1979478119290795258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1979478119290795258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1979478119290795258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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everything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always talking bout others behind their backs.&lt;br /&gt;with my brother then i'm really junying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro is like the sickest weirdest guy EVER.&lt;br /&gt;he suddenly come to me and start saying muack muack muack muack.&lt;br /&gt;i was like "EWWWWW!!!! DUN STEAL MY FIRST KISS LAR!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well my mum jus like took a fellow parent guardian to our house and she brought her daughter with her.&lt;br /&gt;wo kan na nv sheng bu shuang.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum says i should "make friends" with her.&lt;br /&gt;how'm i supposed to like a girl i dun like?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to like songs which are a few yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;hey, i'm making up for the lost yrs studying:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie that's bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having weird dreams of Pink Girls:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3719158098911511257?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3719158098911511257/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-1369454661528870872</id><published>2007-06-14T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:51:01.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea.&lt;br /&gt;erm.&lt;br /&gt;YA NOTHING CAME TODAY AND WHEN I ASKED ABOUT HIM I BLUSHED OK.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;who blushes over a p5 guy at my age?&lt;br /&gt;oh who ah?&lt;br /&gt;LOR JUN YING LOR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-1369454661528870872?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/1369454661528870872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;retiring.&lt;br /&gt;at age&lt;br /&gt;50.&lt;br /&gt;my mum doesn&lt;br /&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;so how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i mean i knew it was coming.&lt;br /&gt;but not like on 30th june.&lt;br /&gt;that's like 2 weeks time or less.&lt;br /&gt;i mean yar he says he got money but enough meh?&lt;br /&gt;and u mean he's gonna like move us out and dunk us in some weird eatate which is MILES from mrt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum "argued" with him &lt;br /&gt;and he agrees to let us stay where we are&lt;br /&gt;-for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;mayb when i'm in jc we'll move somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;oh nehmind we have a car...&lt;br /&gt;which most likely will be SOLD for money?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse still is my mum's going pretty pissed with this.&lt;br /&gt;though she doesn show it.&lt;br /&gt;i mean she almost CRIED when she told my bro and me that my dad jus said he'll do all the ferrying of us in the future.&lt;br /&gt;i mean ys, the intention is good , bt we've been used to the life of being around MUM.&lt;br /&gt;and he says he'll do that ridiculous pranic healing EVERY SINGLE MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;i mean its not a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;he does this for the society.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems as if he GAVE UP his 5-figure-salary job JUST FOR THIS VOLUNTARY THING THAT DOESN PAY ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;ppl work to their guts for mayb more than a whole year jus to get his ONE MONTH SALARY la.&lt;br /&gt;and he's jus GIVING it up like this.&lt;br /&gt;'ok lor.&lt;br /&gt;dun matter to me as long as I'M guranteed that my education is granted till university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;oh well since he submitted the resigning form, i guess i shouldn be like cryin over spilt milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see that my deck of homework never seems to end...&lt;br /&gt;aiya...&lt;br /&gt;and i've been SUUUUPER forgetful bout stuffs la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i pierced my ears!&lt;br /&gt;super painful can.&lt;br /&gt;but like after an hour it was kinda fine.&lt;br /&gt;finally decided to see a doctor for my cough and he spoke to me in CHINESE!&lt;br /&gt;i mean wat the hell...&lt;br /&gt;he looked like dr chua.&lt;br /&gt;ALOT LIKE dr chua.&lt;br /&gt;u know the Maths Olympiad teacher.&lt;br /&gt;the one with the humongous sneeze...&lt;br /&gt;amazingl;y i managed to reply in CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but only with strangers can i speak fluently in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;in front of teachers or my mum or relatives,&lt;br /&gt;i stumble over my words easily.&lt;br /&gt;so it seems that my chinese is horrible...&lt;br /&gt;when acvtually its not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn wear lenses for 2 days in a row,&lt;br /&gt;so i'm squinting to see the words i type.&lt;br /&gt;more like, i'm staring at the keyboard rather than the screen really.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pretty erm drowsy after eating the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which,&lt;br /&gt;i spilt the medicine onto my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;my NEWLY BOUGHT skirt from the Robinsons Sale.&lt;br /&gt;today was the first time i wore it and i spilt the brown cough medicine on it!&lt;br /&gt;super pissed sia.&lt;br /&gt;u know why?&lt;br /&gt;cos i wanted to prevent the medcine from getting onto the label, so i tipped it forward so it would go travel back into the mouth of the container.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot that there was STUFF inside.&lt;br /&gt;so the medicine poured out,&lt;br /&gt;onto the table,&lt;br /&gt;the chair,&lt;br /&gt;the table &lt;br /&gt;AND MY SKIRT.&lt;br /&gt;like wow.&lt;br /&gt;i quickly took off my skirt,&lt;br /&gt;flew out of my room and went to the washing area only in my panties and asked the maid to help me soak in the water.&lt;br /&gt;theni rushed back and wiped the floor and table with the cloth that my maid was mopping my brother's floor with. &lt;br /&gt;still in my panties.&lt;br /&gt;then before the maid could notice,&lt;br /&gt;i dipped it into the pail of water so the medicine would come off jus a bit&lt;br /&gt;and threw it back on the floor where she had left it.&lt;br /&gt;before my maid came back and still in my panties:)&lt;br /&gt;then i realised that i better get my self changed man!&lt;br /&gt;so i rushed back and got myself into a pair of Cedar shorts.&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;after that i totally forgot i had maths class ok!&lt;br /&gt;luckily i realised it 15min b4 class started jus when i started eating my lunch :S&lt;br /&gt;so i asked my mum if she could drive me there and i was there 10min late.&lt;br /&gt;luckily ms yeo was kind and only gave me my work 15 minutes later,&lt;br /&gt;after i had gone down to buy strepsils for my throat.&lt;br /&gt;and i was seating next to the 2beatty girls that always scare me.&lt;br /&gt;and the sec1 Cedar girl who i dun really like.(look i dun EVEN know if she's from cedar. but i think so la)&lt;br /&gt;and behind me was a CJC girl.&lt;br /&gt;the chiobu michelle was sitting 2 spaces behind me(sry michelle, her name jus happened to be the same as yours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know my brother really damn cute la.&lt;br /&gt;when he's sitting in my room doing work with me,&lt;br /&gt;he ALWAYS turn behind and talk to me bout some FUARNY stuff k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty much done.&lt;br /&gt;tatata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-2442931214359671413?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/2442931214359671413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=2442931214359671413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/2442931214359671413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/2442931214359671413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-dads-retiring.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-8916755135438162459</id><published>2007-06-10T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:57:47.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM GETTING BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me.&lt;br /&gt;no one to msn,&lt;br /&gt;no one to sms,&lt;br /&gt;so even though i dun feel like blogging,&lt;br /&gt;look who's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yea.&lt;br /&gt;mayb you're thinking i'm some sms freak.&lt;br /&gt;but yea.&lt;br /&gt;i AM addicted to the keypads of my phone.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i'm writing a book review for Roll Of Thunder&lt;br /&gt;and i'm BORED.&lt;br /&gt;anybody who reads this pls sms me and save me from this &lt;br /&gt;MISERY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-8916755135438162459?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/8916755135438162459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=8916755135438162459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/8916755135438162459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/8916755135438162459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-getting-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-749833801773262991</id><published>2007-06-08T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:37:56.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nus replied to all the parents that had kids unable to get into the varsities saying that wat they were looking for was &lt;br /&gt;1) mother toungue(:X)&lt;br /&gt;2) General Paper&lt;br /&gt;3) project work&lt;br /&gt;to which all three i suck in.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;u will see me selling vegetables in lorong 4 market next time.&lt;br /&gt;MUST BUY FROM ME AH!&lt;br /&gt;please note sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i've started working on a project called&lt;br /&gt;OPERATION: SMARTAHLIAN.&lt;br /&gt;objective to get me into top 10 postion in class and have a shorter skirt with ankle socks and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully by first week of august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our IPW grp went to aljunied-tungling student care centre.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;they are so young and so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could be like them.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i'm crushing on a guy younger than me -.-&lt;br /&gt;jkn.&lt;br /&gt;we played amazing race with them,&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;they saw my a=card and all the places.&lt;br /&gt;then there was a clue with maths qn on it.&lt;br /&gt;the last part was 218-73&lt;br /&gt;they came up with answers like 660, 133 and funny numbers.&lt;br /&gt;soi said,&lt;br /&gt;"look. its (200+18)-(70+3). so u take 200-70 first, then plus 18-3."&lt;br /&gt;they were like HUH...dun understand.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh.... NEHMIND! its 145 ok!&lt;br /&gt;and that dominick ah...&lt;br /&gt;super irritating cum cute,&lt;br /&gt;kept saying "I AM NOTHING! CALL ME NOTHING!"&lt;br /&gt;to which i did.&lt;br /&gt;then he always wanna be first.&lt;br /&gt;saying "NOTHING IS SOMETHING."&lt;br /&gt;actually u can look at that sentence symbolically.&lt;br /&gt;but nvrmind for now.&lt;br /&gt;so it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;green grp comprises of &lt;br /&gt;1) NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;2)nicole&lt;br /&gt;3)ying rong(very cute leh!)&lt;br /&gt;4)zi yan&lt;br /&gt;5) antonia&lt;br /&gt;6) clara&lt;br /&gt;and somemore la...&lt;br /&gt;but i can't quite recall lerhz:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea and guess wat,&lt;br /&gt;the boy frenzy is DEFINITELY starting up once again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm crushing on 2 guys,&lt;br /&gt;both to which is VERY WRONG TO CRUSH ON.&lt;br /&gt;1) younger than me&lt;br /&gt;2) i'm hating him for making me crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;HOW WEIRD IS THAT?&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok u know my tcher wants me to write a book review for ROTHMC,&lt;br /&gt;hand it to her this mon,&lt;br /&gt;and she's gonna send it to THE STRAITS TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn have minded is it was any other book EXCEPT roll of thunder k.&lt;br /&gt;everybody will be thinkin i'm some obsessed girl with ROTHMC&lt;br /&gt; and I HATE THAT BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;i mean not hate,&lt;br /&gt;but i've read it like 4times through already!&lt;br /&gt;the book review i write wun be interesting, &lt;br /&gt;cos i dun find that book interesting anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talkin bout books,&lt;br /&gt;i jus finished reading a book called\&lt;br /&gt;13 little blue envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT LOVE STORY:)&lt;br /&gt;i like those kind of books.&lt;br /&gt;but my mum doesn.&lt;br /&gt;i like the part where she was making out with Keith!&lt;br /&gt;ok change of name from my son.&lt;br /&gt;my son's name going to be KEITH.&lt;br /&gt;so nice:)&lt;br /&gt;i love keith!&lt;br /&gt;yay~&lt;br /&gt;oh no. sounds like a double beatrice.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. jokin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;ytd i entertained myself while doing science,&lt;br /&gt;while smsing zhao kor.&lt;br /&gt;which was pretty stupid.&lt;br /&gt;the split personality i was going thru i mean.&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing at myself for cancelling off the word "the"&lt;br /&gt;stress overload darlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-749833801773262991?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/749833801773262991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=749833801773262991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/749833801773262991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-8568074999807223657?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/8568074999807223657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=8568074999807223657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/8568074999807223657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/8568074999807223657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6068882851533043053</id><published>2007-06-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:13:46.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear alto saxophone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past few weeks, i haven't kissed you.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you won't be so cold to me.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you would let me feel your neck!&lt;br /&gt;but...but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it is my fault that i left you for baritone saxophone.&lt;br /&gt;but would you please give me another chance?&lt;br /&gt;the air i breathe down you-&lt;br /&gt;-you reject!&lt;br /&gt;but i really mean this love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i hated you once.&lt;br /&gt;and i know you hate me now.&lt;br /&gt;but dear saxophone!&lt;br /&gt;let me-this saxophonist-play you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you miss your old owner.&lt;br /&gt;she was a much better player than me.&lt;br /&gt;but dear saxophone, dear saxophone!&lt;br /&gt;give me a chance to prove my love to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever loving you,&lt;br /&gt;junying&lt;br /&gt;the saxophonist&lt;br /&gt;04/06/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER FROM A SAXOPHONIST TO AN ALTO SAXOPHONE:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i shall now commence to tell you my impression on mainland chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first impression:&lt;br /&gt;very clean,&lt;br /&gt;good,&lt;br /&gt;ladylike,gentlemenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impression by 3rd day:&lt;br /&gt;SUPER CHOR LOR!&lt;br /&gt;i thought they would be more civilised really...&lt;br /&gt;but they chiong for taxis,&lt;br /&gt;when there is a taxi stand like 5m away?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impression by 4th day:&lt;br /&gt;THEY KILL FISHES?&lt;br /&gt;My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you la...&lt;br /&gt;those fishes kept in those tanks are half dead even b4 they reach the cook's pots-.-&lt;br /&gt;i was NOT impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impression by last day:&lt;br /&gt;WAH! THEY BREAK RULES SIA!&lt;br /&gt;all those concrete blockges are there&lt;br /&gt;(you know all those small concrete blocks?)&lt;br /&gt;the driver just u-turned there ok!&lt;br /&gt;my bro and i were holding onto each other for dear life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;my china trip was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;did lotsa shopping.&lt;br /&gt;weird for a girl called lor junying.&lt;br /&gt;HEHE:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6068882851533043053?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6068882851533043053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=6068882851533043053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the exchange-prog peeps.&lt;br /&gt;then there was a sadness overwhelming me.&lt;br /&gt;i saw the cadbury cow and rmb that we took pics with it:)&lt;br /&gt;and i rmb eunice getting lost and mdm teo was like "AIYOOOO"&lt;br /&gt;then she was complaining to ms yong:)&lt;br /&gt;then i rmb getting the ticket, realising that my seat was so far from all the girls.&lt;br /&gt;i got so freaked out thinking i was gonna sit next to the guys:S&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i sat next to mdm teo and ms yong.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn wanna go toilet bcos i didn wanna talk to them!&lt;br /&gt;and also when i watched John Tucker Must Die,&lt;br /&gt;mdm teo turned to me and asked me wat i was watching.&lt;br /&gt;on the trip back she watched it:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg eat now....&lt;br /&gt;didn eat breakfast leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. miss me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6235492669869186064</id><published>2007-05-30T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:44:09.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK SO U WANNA KNOW WAT HAPPENED HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, there are many episodes really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;getting lost on the bus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i went out at 1.20&lt;br /&gt;and reached the bus interchange at 1.30&lt;br /&gt;and waited&lt;br /&gt;and waited&lt;br /&gt;until 1.48 then the bus come.&lt;br /&gt;at 1.50 i was still in toa payoh,&lt;br /&gt;and i was supposed to meet them at 2-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not only was i late,&lt;br /&gt;but the problem was that i didn know whether i was going in the right direction?!!&lt;br /&gt;so i was like panicking!!!&lt;br /&gt;then i sms-ed sheriel,&lt;br /&gt;"is geylang before or after parkway?"&lt;br /&gt;then she called me&lt;br /&gt;and asked me where was.&lt;br /&gt;what was i supposed to say!!!&lt;br /&gt;everybody looked at me when i said i nvr been to parkway b4-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact i think i was gonna overshoot until i saw roxy square.&lt;br /&gt;so i was hyperventilating over the phone to sheriel&lt;br /&gt;"I DIDN GET LOST! I REACHED HERE! AH!!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went over the overhead bridge and de-duh!&lt;br /&gt;i reached there,&lt;br /&gt;found a bunch of victorians and was thinkin whether it was them&lt;br /&gt;in the end i ignored them and found the girls.&lt;br /&gt;turned out the bunch of guys were joshua and co.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off at giants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw Halls there and Tictac and i bought them immediately!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;i love Halls!&lt;br /&gt;sad case mate.&lt;br /&gt;this has nth much la&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bus to 17k Nallur road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took bus 48 to sheriel's house&lt;br /&gt;all the gals sat in one row and we discussed daniel choong&lt;br /&gt;i think he's becoming the hot topic of the girls lor!&lt;br /&gt;then we walked into her house and the dog scared chandel!&lt;br /&gt;actually i thought it was pretty cute...&lt;br /&gt;SHERIEL'S HOUSE ROCKS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-star comedy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua and sheriel's clever bro played ping-pong.&lt;br /&gt;joshua represented the boys and daryl represented girls:)&lt;br /&gt;yea! good job daryl.&lt;br /&gt;we won by lots:)&lt;br /&gt;but the comedy was really good la.&lt;br /&gt;the pingpong ball kept going for sheriel:)&lt;br /&gt;natural attraction:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went on the swing.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;keep hitting the table man!&lt;br /&gt;tong si ren le.&lt;br /&gt;but it was really really funny.&lt;br /&gt;but if there wasn anybody there,&lt;br /&gt;i would have emo-ed long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after joshua played against zhanyu(very boring)&lt;br /&gt;we decided to go to East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holding a skate and running in slippers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few ppl took the bike and cycled to the park,&lt;br /&gt;zhao kor and gerald ran there&lt;br /&gt;while chandel, beatrice and i were holding everybody back.&lt;br /&gt;chandel and her wooden clog slippers!&lt;br /&gt;so she tuo diao her slippers and ran barefooted.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to follow her, cos my slippers were biting at my feet!&lt;br /&gt;so i took off too and we ran barefooted to the underpass.&lt;br /&gt;walked pass Victoria School and zhanyu and one other guy(can't rmb who)&lt;br /&gt;was cycling there.&lt;br /&gt;Victoria is not as impressive as i expected really.&lt;br /&gt;cedar is so much more cheerful and homey:)&lt;br /&gt;so chandel and i decided to be bimbos and we showed off our slippers!&lt;br /&gt;zhanyu was like behind us trailing all the way:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we reached the underpass and&lt;br /&gt;michelle almost collided with the wall!&lt;br /&gt;dun scare me like that anymore k babe!&lt;br /&gt;then i took over the bike.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS REGRET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehmind.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna talk about the cycling experience i had.&lt;br /&gt;very malu and watsover.&lt;br /&gt;somemore seeing HIS glare.&lt;br /&gt;put me off.&lt;br /&gt;and i went to join the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kickapoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the hawker centre where the girls were,&lt;br /&gt;i saw kickapoo!&lt;br /&gt;beatrice so brave!&lt;br /&gt;helped me ask how much my dear kickapoo was:)&lt;br /&gt;so i bought it and drank it!&lt;br /&gt;lala.&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go back to the stone bench and to the SEA~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our ugly great wall of china:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the sea and enjoyed the waves over our dry feet:)&lt;br /&gt;then chandel and i decided to build sand castles:)&lt;br /&gt;Anderson Junior College was having their Castle Beach thing,&lt;br /&gt;and their sand castles were amazing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then chandel asked if i wanted to build the DARLING GREAT WALL OF CHINA!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so we tried.&lt;br /&gt;the white cup was the bomb tower.&lt;br /&gt;super lame la.&lt;br /&gt;michelle was washing her feet in the sea:X&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;our "great" wall of china was a crumbling pile of sand:P&lt;br /&gt;wah but the AJC peeps rocked like ----!&lt;br /&gt;then we got tired and chandel and i walked to the wall of stone(is it called breakwater?)&lt;br /&gt;we saw a dead fish!&lt;br /&gt;rotting somemore:S&lt;br /&gt;and we sat there next to a couple who talked really loud(luckily it wasn VERY sick)&lt;br /&gt;then we came down and walked back,&lt;br /&gt;where michelle wasn there!!!&lt;br /&gt;we got a bit worried but then we didn think much about it la...&lt;br /&gt;then beatrice came back wearing her skates!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! go beatrice!&lt;br /&gt;and chandel took over.&lt;br /&gt;but beatrice followed her.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed by the bags.&lt;br /&gt;finally by myself to enjoy the cool sea breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the emo state&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was there&lt;br /&gt;quietness except for the lapping of the waves and the screams of AJC ppl.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about convection current and was wondering how i could forget all mrs yeo's teachings...&lt;br /&gt;sad case.&lt;br /&gt;then i was emoing...&lt;br /&gt;and yenriel came back from buying drinks.&lt;br /&gt;our conversation-&lt;br /&gt;yenriel: (sucking his straw) why so depressed?&lt;br /&gt;me: ('huh' expression) depressed ma...&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;br /&gt;he looked away and the end.&lt;br /&gt;and he left to skate(i think)&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;chandel and beatrice came back from skating and they saw me in the ultra-emo state.&lt;br /&gt;beatrice was so nice and she gave me her ipod to listen!!!&lt;br /&gt;but sadly i dun really like english songs and the whole playlist was all english songs.&lt;br /&gt;BORIING.&lt;br /&gt;so they left again, this time beatrice skating.&lt;br /&gt;so i was listening and playing around with the ipod, bcos i've nvr used one b4.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn know how to control the vol.&lt;br /&gt;so yenriel came back and i was still playing with the controls.&lt;br /&gt;then -&lt;br /&gt;yenriel: where are all the rest ah? they all skating and cycling ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: (playing with the volume. suddenly i did smth that had a trmendous increase in volume.) AH! (pause) uhhhh...ya.&lt;br /&gt;yenriel: (shocked expression) ok.&lt;br /&gt;-----walked away------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;then i told chandel and beatrice and they told me smth i can nvr believe for the rest of my small life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to return the skates and pads!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started talking bout nicknames for all the guys.&lt;br /&gt;wat with joshua sng, and the sailing guy.&lt;br /&gt;but a bit unfair!&lt;br /&gt;why two of them have my name inside!&lt;br /&gt;nehmind.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the cycling shoip and joshua was being ultra lame by only going there to tak it out.&lt;br /&gt;so beatrice chandel and i had to wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;chandel wanted to call him,&lt;br /&gt;but ended up calling&lt;br /&gt;" JOSHUA SN-------"&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY can...&lt;br /&gt;she's to hyped up with that poetic guy.&lt;br /&gt;he lives near sheriel!&lt;br /&gt;i shall shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall leave the bbq to another day&lt;br /&gt;-if i rmb to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW I'M OFF TO CHINA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MISS ME BABES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6235492669869186064?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6235492669869186064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=6235492669869186064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6235492669869186064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6235492669869186064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-so-u-wanna-know-wat-happened-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-4768781397515779871</id><published>2007-05-26T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T17:26:56.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PERFECT ESSAY OF FRIENDSHIP(in my opinion:))</title><content type='html'>pls read. xie le:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As George Washington once said, “True friendship is a plant of slow growth.” You must cultivate it to make sure it will become a successful friendship.What makes a good and bad friendship? In my opinion, friends are those who stick with you no matter who you are, what you are, through hardships, depression and failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In good friendships, friends will give you space. Even when you give up everything, drop to your deepest sorrows, or even just want to be alone, your friend will stick by you, guiding you to find your way out, understanding when to let you be alone, and when to cheer you up. Even when you start edging away from her, she will not pull you back forcing you to be with her. Rather, she will allow you to have space, gently reminding you occasionally with small deeds that she will forever be there to support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those who are loyal. As quoted from Elizabeth Bowen “proximity was their support; like walls after an earthquake they could fall no further for they had fallen against each other.” She will be your support through life, will stay with you when you are down to comfort you, and she will share your joy when you succeed. She sticks through all the ups and downs of life, even over long distances, and continues being your friend even when you are so hurt. Even when both of you have gone your separate ways, she will still stick by you till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those you can trust. Pitya Patel once said “With a person I trust I can tell her all my problems without anyone knowing. I can tell her all secrets like a secret diary.” With a true friend, you can not only trust her with your secrets, but also yours and your family’s lives. With her you do not feel awkward to tell her your deepest secrets, knowing that she would never betray you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Alban Goodier once said, “A friend is one who comes in when the world has gone out.” She shows you the true meaning of friendship when all the rest of the world has gone out. She helps you get up when you fall. She shows you that not everyone has given up on you, and that she is still there to support you, to let you persevere on. She does not gloat at your failure, and does not feel jealous at your success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those who are frank with you, and show you a true and real image of your life, even if that means to put your friendship at stake. She tells you your wrongs in a tactful manner, without hurting you, not blurting out your faults as if reciting. She guides you to improve, and does not scrutinize you. “Friends have come to an agreement. You put up with her idiosyncrasies and I’ll put up with yours.” She accepts your faults with an open mind, and yet at the same time tells you to improve yourself. She brings iut the best in you. With both of your differing strengths, the friendship becomes almost invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends know when to help you and how to help you. She knows exactly when to come to your rescue and when you need to be alone. In fact, she is willing just to sit by you and listen to you, without any comments on the issue. She is willing to have fun with you to forget all your troubles, and she will sit by you when you need help. She will dry your tears when you are sad, and cry with you when you are joyful. She knows when she needs to come to you, even over long distances, she will call you to make sure you are feeling alright. She will go all the way when you need help, without any complains or remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if all these come from only one party, then this is considered as a bad friendship. In my opinion, a bad friendship is where the interests for each other are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one befriends another for security, then this is not a true friendship, because you join out of fear, and not of true feelings. Though respect is vital in a true friendship, it is not respect out of fear. Moreover, if your friend sees you as a tool to succeed in her doings, then this is not friendship, because she looks down upon you and does not respect you. Friendship require equal footing and standing, and not of fear or security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad friend is one who is jealous of all your successes, and gloats at your failures. She pulls you down when she fails, because she does not want you to succeed. This is a bad friendship, because it is unhealthy and she does not allow you to improve yourself and does not help you to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad friend is also one who forces you to change yourself for her sake. As quoted from Merle Shain,” Friends are people who help you be more yourself, more the person you intend to be.” If you have to change yourself for your “friend”, then she is not your true friend, because only a true friend will accept you for who you are, and not fault you for it. Moreover, true friends change you to become better, however, if that friend changes you to be someone worse, then it is a bad friendship, because she is not accepting you for who you are, rather, she is changing you to become worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, friendships are not for materialistic gains. If you get into a friendship, because you want to be popular, this is not a good friendship, because you never had the feelings of friendship. Friendships are not motivated by personal pleasure, but by the mutual true feelings and goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey once said “ Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.” A good friend is one who sticks by you through thick and thin, while a bad friendship is one where you have to change yourself for the sake of her. In conclusion, I believe that a friendship requires a two-way relationship, and not one of personal gains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this!!!&lt;br /&gt;if anyone wants any other quotes, pls feel free to ask me.&lt;br /&gt;i have a whole book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms poon swore in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadeva. let's see.&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to dislike some of my peers' sttitude to band.&lt;br /&gt;wat with the&lt;br /&gt;"i wanna quit band bcos there's no cca points."&lt;br /&gt;why do u join a cca for cca points???&lt;br /&gt;"i very scared ms sia scold me!" (not pointing my finger at anyobdy ah!)&lt;br /&gt;"my marks drop bcos of band!"&lt;br /&gt;"they dun give us enough rest time. other sschools all have breaks leh!"&lt;br /&gt;seriously, playing instrument u really have to practise everyday,&lt;br /&gt;that's why there's band everyday.&lt;br /&gt;and they obviously think getting mr ong and ms sia here is very cheap.&lt;br /&gt;as if they haven got nothing better to do than come here.&lt;br /&gt;they come, they are sacrificing precious time that they can have doing other more useful stuff lor!&lt;br /&gt;i love saxy section cos no one has that kind of ridiculous attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-4768781397515779871?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/4768781397515779871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-5814579266720869070</id><published>2007-05-22T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T11:13:13.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO&lt;br /&gt;i know my last post was rather slip shot and wadeva&lt;br /&gt;but today's gonna be even more slipshot!&lt;br /&gt;bcos, i went to friendster and bla bl bla.&lt;br /&gt;dropped a testi for gerald,&lt;br /&gt;added jacq on msn.&lt;br /&gt;bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus wanted to say:&lt;br /&gt;ZHAO QIANG KOR IS STOOOOPID-ER THAN ME!&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to be on my blog hoh!&lt;br /&gt;not i anyhow do one lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;currently obsessed with a new guy.&lt;br /&gt;WALAO HE'S SO CUTE CAN.&lt;br /&gt;he's really the cutest guy EVER!&lt;br /&gt;he's korean, so his eyes are so so sososososso NICE!&lt;br /&gt;and his mum's sarawakean.&lt;br /&gt;so he's got this beautiful tan.&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;he's the cutest guy i've EVER SEEN ok!&lt;br /&gt;i even know his church:)&lt;br /&gt;not gonna say it out lo,&lt;br /&gt;cos his dad the pastor of that church.&lt;br /&gt;BUT OH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY CAN'T GET MY BRAIN OFF HIM!&lt;br /&gt;haha....&lt;br /&gt;i think sara is getting so pissed with me... &lt;br /&gt;cos i keep talking bout him,&lt;br /&gt;and how cute he is.&lt;br /&gt;HE'S IN THE SAME SCH AS HUIJUN, CATHLIN AND ADELINE!&lt;br /&gt;in primary school la.&lt;br /&gt;ok bell ring. &lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-5814579266720869070?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/5814579266720869070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok great.&lt;br /&gt;i typed so much and ONCE AGAIN, I DELETED MY OWN STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;br /&gt;nehmind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see&lt;br /&gt;let's go str8 to tmr, tho i blogged alot more.&lt;br /&gt;so top:&lt;br /&gt;white blouse.&lt;br /&gt;they told us last minute, so one can imagine the rush alot of us were in&lt;br /&gt;but luckily they cancelled band prac.&lt;br /&gt;ok bell ring.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3069994030742825605?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3069994030742825605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=3069994030742825605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3069994030742825605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3069994030742825605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-great.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-3796242649072601671</id><published>2007-05-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:54:51.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Behind These Hazel Eyes" ~ KELLY CLARKSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;You were a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I used to stand so tall&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so strong&lt;br /&gt;Your arms around me tight&lt;br /&gt;Everything, it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you everything&lt;br /&gt;Opened up and let you in&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left of me&lt;br /&gt;Is what I pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;So together, but so broken up inside&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely hangin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallow me then spit me out&lt;br /&gt;For hating you, I blame myself&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you it kills me now&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't cry on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;- END -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i am so in love with this song.&lt;br /&gt;cos i felt so into this song. &lt;br /&gt;you get wat i mean?&lt;br /&gt;cos oh well i jus experienced this right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;today's learning journey i fell asleep on the way back on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;the whole day damn depressing la.&lt;br /&gt;emo-ed the whole day thru.&lt;br /&gt;pls dun make me relive it.&lt;br /&gt;moreover, after she **** ** **** *** *** ***** ** *** **** *** **.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;nehmind. i survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO THE FUCKING BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;she is so darn sttitude and bimbotic, and i dun give a damn whether she reads this. i HOPE SHE DOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SAXOPHONE CONCERT ROCKS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;tho mr leslie's keys were louder than his notes:)&lt;br /&gt;then the tenor player joked with us cos his fingers were short and stubby:0&lt;br /&gt;it was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;shall blog mopre on sun( if i have time)&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3796242649072601671?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3796242649072601671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=3796242649072601671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3796242649072601671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3796242649072601671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/05/behind-these-hazel-eyes-kelly-clarkson.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-8001834289185405659</id><published>2007-05-11T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:55:51.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2P is having a new student.FROM CHINA. great.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;her maths is top in her china school.&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;my hopes are vanishing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-8001834289185405659?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-7145008416723429205</id><published>2007-05-06T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:54:30.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOS:)&lt;br /&gt;i AM HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;i am happy because &lt;br /&gt;1)i am in baritone&lt;br /&gt;2)i am going for mr leslie's concert!&lt;br /&gt;3)though we have gone our separate ways, i am not sad, so i am happy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda glad its over.&lt;br /&gt;now i have no pressure in getting into IP (except from mrs Jai)&lt;br /&gt;i also dun have to worry about my sms bills going up&lt;br /&gt;and i can concentrate better in lessons:)&lt;br /&gt;i dun need U to live:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no really, dun need to be sad for me&lt;br /&gt;i AM VEY HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;or rather, my sadness was mitigated by the thought of my baritone,&lt;br /&gt;and that i had a split personality while running 2.4:)&lt;br /&gt;half of me was like JIAYOU JIAYOU! YOU CAN DO IT! IF U STOP YOU'RE A FAILURE!&lt;br /&gt;the other half CANNOT LE CANNOT! JUS STOP! U'RE SO TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;lame right.&lt;br /&gt;but i somehow jus felt this way lor.&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;and that lanxin didn help much&lt;br /&gt;"junying if u stop u have to rerun with me leh!"&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha:0&lt;br /&gt;ytd during mr chua's lesson got so darn high with peiyin la.&lt;br /&gt;she keep giggling bcos of the cooler that mr chua put la.&lt;br /&gt;so u know what i do when i see ppl laugh right. i laugh too:)&lt;br /&gt;so both of us laugh and laugh and laugh&lt;br /&gt;until mr chua turn around and told us to shut up:P&lt;br /&gt;sadly cherilyn didn come ytd lo...&lt;br /&gt;in the end i told peiyin instead of cherilyn...&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell her next week:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn sad until 28hrs later.&lt;br /&gt;when i saw ppl smsing and i didn receive a single sms:'(&lt;br /&gt;which is today:P&lt;br /&gt;and then my mum tried consoling me ytd when i was more hungry than sad:)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;she sounded more like she was convincing herself la&lt;br /&gt;"my daughter is pretty. you will definitely have a boyfren one. dun need to worry"&lt;br /&gt;was i even worrying???&lt;br /&gt;oh my. i didn give a damn man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps.&lt;br /&gt;50th anniversary comin up and i'll be playing in the band and eating as well.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be running about:)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;i'll be eating in band uniform...&lt;br /&gt;imagine that sight man.&lt;br /&gt;ppl will be seeing this girl running back and forth in a black uniform...&lt;br /&gt;HA. embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg:0&lt;br /&gt;byebye:)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-7145008416723429205?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/7145008416723429205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=7145008416723429205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/7145008416723429205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/7145008416723429205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/05/hellos-i-am-happy-i-am-happy-because-1i.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-4760170335104274219</id><published>2007-05-02T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:15:19.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO I AMCURRENLY IN BARITONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda expected it leh...&lt;br /&gt;since last yr when siying's batch left(no siying has nothing to do with it. stop laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expected it bcos:&lt;br /&gt;1) i'm the tallest&lt;br /&gt;2) mr leslie had threatened to put me there&lt;br /&gt;3) i have too much air on alto, and on bari i need more air:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had written so much more ok.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum completely flicked the internet button and poofs off the post disappears.&lt;br /&gt;i tried recovering post&lt;br /&gt;nothing worked&lt;br /&gt;PISSED PISSED PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was happy when i started.&lt;br /&gt;i am currentl;y angry when i write this line.&lt;br /&gt;HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM LICHU'S JIE1 DAI4 REN3!!! (random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have a tendency to pronounce bitter gourd&lt;br /&gt;into guess wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHOBY GAUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;but i frequently forget and say it as a matter of habit...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm not that angry anymore:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda happy with bari...&lt;br /&gt;like i feel i've not been that good a player on alto ma...&lt;br /&gt;so bari is like an opportunity to redeem myself...&lt;br /&gt;lichu last time also not a good alto player ma...&lt;br /&gt;so i already kinda thought i'll end up there le haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i miss fooling aroung with livia and hasia!&lt;br /&gt;and i miss Jailhouse Rock Alto part!!!&lt;br /&gt;the GBbBbBbBGEGGBb the starting part la....&lt;br /&gt;bari is playing F#G&lt;br /&gt;sighs sighs...&lt;br /&gt;but i am in BARITONE now!&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda happy my leslie is here to help me abit tho he doesn know how to play&lt;br /&gt;thats good also la, cos he dunno how to play so cannot scold me:)&lt;-BAD MENTALITY&lt;br /&gt;olehs:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeya babes and guys:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-4760170335104274219?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/4760170335104274219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=4760170335104274219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/4760170335104274219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/4760170335104274219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/05/yo-i-amcurrenly-in-baritone-i-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-1744754798748930660</id><published>2007-04-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:51:49.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a good girlfren as opposed to some *female dog*.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i'm really really jealous is that she can dare to call her bf "dear" on the blog la.&lt;br /&gt;i will so NOT do that.&lt;br /&gt;i tried.&lt;br /&gt;it felt weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then now i'm onto the chapt where Emily realises she's pregnant in The Pact...&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried a few chapters before...&lt;br /&gt;very saddening...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when they were having sex, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos its like, she doesn want to do it,&lt;br /&gt;yet she has to....&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda feel for her.&lt;br /&gt;NOT THAT I'M PREGNANT! pls i so DUN spend nights with guys(i'm not so cheap).&lt;br /&gt;like she's scared, yet she knows....&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;jus thinking bout it makes me well yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up.(8.24pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was given 2 briefings on GRACIOUSNESS,&lt;br /&gt;one by mrs yeo,&lt;br /&gt;and another by my very beloved mother.&lt;br /&gt;mrs yeo: girls need to be proper. this is called graciousness. dunnit to wear revealing clothes. save your body for someone special(at this point lanxin turned to me and said "_____")&lt;br /&gt;mum: you must be kind, ok dear? GRACIOUSNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat the...&lt;br /&gt;2 briefings on GRACIOUSNESS???&lt;br /&gt;not like i'm gracious lor.&lt;br /&gt;SO NOT GRACIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know guys hate me...&lt;br /&gt;boohoohoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-1744754798748930660?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/1744754798748930660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=1744754798748930660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1744754798748930660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1744754798748930660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-8147329275357131394</id><published>2007-04-17T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:38:54.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been going to friendster to many times ler.&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to blog the O What Is That Sound&lt;br /&gt;bcos i feel that i can justify my answer over mr sng's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HECK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-4343139371648304343</id><published>2007-04-13T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:21:22.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm really proud of u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiddish wasn messy, the soloists played wonderfully, and every section was at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they annouced,&lt;br /&gt;bands with silver cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they announced our results,&lt;br /&gt;all the ppl stared at us,&lt;br /&gt;expecting us to cheer.&lt;br /&gt;not a sound did they hear.&lt;br /&gt;all they heard was sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;i think u guys should have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;we didn drop,&lt;br /&gt;we improved.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, schools with gold with honours dropped to silver,&lt;br /&gt;so we should be happy we maintained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE, AS SEC4S '09,&lt;br /&gt;WILL BRING&lt;br /&gt;CEDAR SYMPHONIC BAND&lt;br /&gt;TO GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baton is passed on yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope ms sia and mr ong wun leave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without them,&lt;br /&gt;we'll be worse off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CEDAR SYMPHONIC BAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rock man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been talking to some kwok cheung...&lt;br /&gt;same class as jorven(LOL i finally know how to spell his name)...&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna think of the name jorven anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2P GOT BACK GEOG PAPERS!&lt;br /&gt;i wan to see as well...&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately NOT.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was on "OFFICIAL DUTY" with the band(HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehmind.&lt;br /&gt;anything for the sake of band:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so results so far&lt;br /&gt;(bracketed are my targets)&lt;br /&gt;maths-(30) 27.5/35 [top: 28,top in lvl: 31.5]&lt;br /&gt;science-(25) 23,5/30[top:25.5, top in lvl: 27]&lt;br /&gt;history(a1)ur-umms 9/20[i think its 15/20]&lt;br /&gt;literature-(a1) urms 14/25[top:20, top in lvl: 25 wat the fuck la. mr lam's class lor]&lt;br /&gt;geography-(a1) DOUBT I CAN DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER LOUSY MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i jus realised my whole inbox are GUYS NAMES.&lt;br /&gt;jorven, gerald and kwok cheung.&lt;br /&gt;my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;then during eng class,&lt;br /&gt;wai chiong ask me who i'm smsing, whether its my boyfren.&lt;br /&gt;i said Oh, i'm sms-ing 2 guys leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think anon. is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;first she's against me,&lt;br /&gt;next she's for me.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised my tagbox is a hot debate centre.&lt;br /&gt;it should take over The Arena:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehe:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging always cheers me up.&lt;br /&gt;it has always brought a WIDE smile to my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK GUZHENG AND CHOIR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-4343139371648304343?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/4343139371648304343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=4343139371648304343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/4343139371648304343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/4343139371648304343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-really-proud-of-u-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-4866901173028134886</id><published>2007-04-11T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T17:26:04.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"19 victoria school (GWH) 3.15 4.00 - SILVER sunrise symphonic suite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from ruixian's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this makes me more nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a gold with honours band can drop till silver,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it mus be darn hard for cedar to get gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover, the 20-over bands that played on 9th didn get gold with honours at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT itself is freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;not to worry,&lt;br /&gt;CEDAR BAND CAN DO IT WELL, AND WILL NOT LOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE FAITH IN U GUYS:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-4866901173028134886?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/4866901173028134886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=4866901173028134886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/4866901173028134886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/4866901173028134886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/04/19-victoria-school-gwh-3.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-1364654991570153893</id><published>2007-04-11T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:48:27.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me bitch la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i feel like i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl have been calling me bitch since pri school.&lt;br /&gt;ppl have been calling me mu lao hu(tigress) since pri school.&lt;br /&gt;ppl have been calling me chewing gum since pri school.&lt;br /&gt;*some guys* have been calling me machine gun last yr.&lt;br /&gt;*some guys* have been laughing at me since i knew them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not much choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to make the world a bubble&lt;br /&gt;to see only what i want to see.&lt;br /&gt;yet i am unable to do that.&lt;br /&gt;and all i can see is me.&lt;br /&gt;if u had been better,&lt;br /&gt;i would have been nicer.&lt;br /&gt;if i had been sadder,&lt;br /&gt;u would be happier.&lt;br /&gt;what do u own&lt;br /&gt;to laugh at me?&lt;br /&gt;what have u thrown&lt;br /&gt;for u to change?&lt;br /&gt;to think i thought u were nice.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;u are so full of vice.&lt;br /&gt;too bad. u can't fit in the throng:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;wat a lame poem.&lt;br /&gt;ok lor.&lt;br /&gt;call me a bitch lar:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your words spread like wildfire accross the desert:)&lt;br /&gt;fading far off into the distance,&lt;br /&gt;with me sitting here,&lt;br /&gt;watching by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-1364654991570153893?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/1364654991570153893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=1364654991570153893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1364654991570153893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1364654991570153893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/04/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-1685603967557282097</id><published>2007-04-09T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:55:01.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u nvr changed&lt;br /&gt;u are still that guy that jus cheats everything.&lt;br /&gt;u are jus a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;possibly if she still liked u u wouldn be like that wat.&lt;br /&gt;FACE IT.&lt;br /&gt;she treats u as a fren.&lt;br /&gt;why can't u turn around and see the ugly truth you've been running from?&lt;br /&gt;u can't u see and face it?&lt;br /&gt;u are jus so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;u wanna create a fairytale of your own.&lt;br /&gt;YET.&lt;br /&gt;u are unable.&lt;br /&gt;if she didn like u,&lt;br /&gt;FACE IT.&lt;br /&gt;its your own fault.&lt;br /&gt;your own fault u didn do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;your own fault u didn treat her fairly.&lt;br /&gt;your own fault u fell for the slut.&lt;br /&gt;your own fault that bcos of that, she left u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-1685603967557282097?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/1685603967557282097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=1685603967557282097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1685603967557282097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1685603967557282097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/04/u-nvr-changed-u-are-still-that-guy-that.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6645947819799497284</id><published>2007-04-08T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:08:37.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;VS GUYS ARE DAMN CUTE CAN!&lt;br /&gt;they stand on toilet seats-.-&lt;br /&gt;and they take pics outside  SCGS female toilet doos:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing away:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6645947819799497284?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6645947819799497284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6645947819799497284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/04/conclusion-vs-guys-are-damn-cute-can.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6274879154791422991</id><published>2007-04-08T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T13:30:41.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus read bryan's blog, with a big VICTORIAN ANTHEM there.&lt;br /&gt;not like i haven seen it enough-.-&lt;br /&gt;everytime flip thru the yrbook must see that page,&lt;br /&gt;and i love reading their school yrbook!&lt;br /&gt;so i read the anthem as well:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus now suddenly think of 6E...&lt;br /&gt;then daniel, jiaqi, ruihan suddenly popped into my head...&lt;br /&gt;miss them all...&lt;br /&gt;tho THEY were the ones that initiated me to go to a girls sch away from guys:)&lt;br /&gt;i miss mrs sew!&lt;br /&gt;i miss elaine!&lt;br /&gt;i miss discussing bout who like who and who hates who:)&lt;br /&gt;i miss pri school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;CHANDEL HAS GREAT TASTE FOR GUYS:)&lt;br /&gt;dunnit me to furhter explain right.,..&lt;br /&gt;if not later G get jealous and angry with me:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i'm so proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;finished a whole set of simultaneous worksheets!&lt;br /&gt;26+18=44 qns!!!&lt;br /&gt;in 2hrs!&lt;br /&gt;while smsing somemore k...&lt;br /&gt;bu cuo wor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF IS 4DAYS MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;my gawd...&lt;br /&gt;no more band for out-of-syf peeps tho:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being in china still...&lt;br /&gt;i miss baiyang!&lt;br /&gt;i miss ahyi!&lt;br /&gt;i miss shushu!&lt;br /&gt;i miss 14ban!&lt;br /&gt;oh well they're coming in 1st week of aug...&lt;br /&gt;so long... but time passes very fast...&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where they'll sit...&lt;br /&gt;i'll yaoqiu for baiyang to sit right in the middle of the class...&lt;br /&gt;which is in between lanxin and me:)&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;i'll think of a better idea...&lt;br /&gt;but actually its a good idea...&lt;br /&gt;then can make lanxin practise her chinese:)&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHE:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall visit some victorians blogs:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. its not daniel choong... i know exactly who liao:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6274879154791422991?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6274879154791422991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=6274879154791422991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6274879154791422991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6274879154791422991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/04/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-7145348536681659763</id><published>2007-04-06T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:24:08.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hhhhiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i figured out who leinad was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like showering thinking who is leinad to be standing up for me?&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered all junheng's lame codes.&lt;br /&gt;then it occured to me it would be DANIEL.&lt;br /&gt;then i thought:&lt;br /&gt;WHICH DANIEL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know so many daniels.&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;1.daniel choong(prime suspect)&lt;br /&gt;2.daniel from vs(possible too)&lt;br /&gt;3.mr daniel yao(like i want like that)&lt;br /&gt;4.daniel radcliffe(AHHHHHH. if only it could be:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually that was real nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm asking daniel choong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as usual,&lt;br /&gt;he's not replying me-.-&lt;br /&gt;typical daniel choong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehmind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;been slogging today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke @ 9.38, which was really weird, cos i dun wake up so late.&lt;br /&gt;but can't blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;i watched mr bean's holiday ytd which ended at 11, then a 15min walk home.&lt;br /&gt;so yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke and saw my bro sitting there reading FRANKENSTEIN.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;then my maid ask me whether i wan bao or wait for my dad to come back from the gym.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach was growling.&lt;br /&gt;"bao. thank u:))"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ate the bao and my bro came.&lt;br /&gt;"jiejie u wanna play poker?"&lt;br /&gt;"huh. anything la."&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up playing poker-.-&lt;br /&gt;he kept getting full house.&lt;br /&gt;i kept getting tubs.&lt;br /&gt;boohoos.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end the score was 34-13 in junheng's favour.&lt;br /&gt;so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i did my first major big business:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad came home from downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;"heng why aren't u doing your work?"&lt;br /&gt;my bro"oh shit"&lt;br /&gt;me"oh we're jus relaxing..."&lt;br /&gt;mybro"ya ya correct..."(so fake. copyrighted idea ok!)&lt;br /&gt;then my dad went to change into his swimming trunks.&lt;br /&gt;"make sure when i get back all your work is done ah."&lt;br /&gt;"orh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: faster do work la.&lt;br /&gt;heng: not yet 11 lor&lt;br /&gt;me: finish faster then can rest le lar.&lt;br /&gt;heng: ok lor(sulks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went into my room and switch on aircon(yay)&lt;br /&gt;by an hour,&lt;br /&gt;we, from the table, travelled to the bed to slouch.&lt;br /&gt;wat a good way to "do work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really wanted to do my thermometer ws properly!&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn even understand wat i myself found from internet.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end i anyhow scribbled the answer down onto the ws.&lt;br /&gt;so sad:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my second major big business:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that,&lt;br /&gt;my bro: i can't stand this place.there's so many distractions. including u jiejie.&lt;br /&gt;me: wat? me? a distractiom?&lt;br /&gt;heng: (leave the room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i moved back to the table and started seriously slogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my dad came into ask wat i want for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;after which i continued my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i finally finished doing the science stuffs&lt;br /&gt;and moved on to playing piano, non-exam pieces(relax leh!)&lt;br /&gt;played The Rainbow Connection.&lt;br /&gt;its like a grade 2 sight-reading?&lt;br /&gt;so i managed it pretty well on first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i like that song:)&lt;br /&gt;then from the same book, i found Red Red River Valley:)&lt;br /&gt;i love that song alot!!!&lt;br /&gt;its so touching...&lt;br /&gt;i rmb in pri sch there used to be this LCD which plays all those children songs and there was one with Red Red River Valley and that was my fav track:)&lt;br /&gt;so i sang that song out loud with my bestest voice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i realised i shudn be doing too much piano prac, that i shud be concentrating on my upcoming theory exam on the 5th may.&lt;br /&gt;so i did the may2005 paper.&lt;br /&gt;wah say.&lt;br /&gt;i do until siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally fianished and i moved on to nov 2005 paper.&lt;br /&gt;so boring.&lt;br /&gt;but i still haven finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mum came back from qingming:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked whether i can use the comp&lt;br /&gt;and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. thats about wat happened today.&lt;br /&gt;apologies if i bored u out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i watched mr bean's holiday ytd.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe there will be anyone like him on earth ok.&lt;br /&gt;as in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was really really lame.&lt;br /&gt;but super hilarious my gawd.&lt;br /&gt;wat with the holding onto the truck till it swerves and he can cycle faster than all the professional cyclists!&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing so darn loud my gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so thats wat happened today and ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er.&lt;br /&gt;yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urrmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm happy now:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp after singing Red Red River Valley:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEINAD&lt;br /&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;can't fool me:0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-7145348536681659763?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/7145348536681659763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=7145348536681659763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/7145348536681659763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/7145348536681659763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/04/hhhhiiiiiiii-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-1454628362063260555</id><published>2007-04-05T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:59:54.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jealous????????&lt;br /&gt;u tell me bout jealous??????&lt;br /&gt;who the stupid fucking asshole are u to comment on me?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was a super nice day.&lt;br /&gt;i was the first one to finish writing zuowen(with 6 chengyu mind u):),&lt;br /&gt;mr lim apologised to me:)(ok fine this doesn count but seriously, it made me feel better:)),&lt;br /&gt;finally read till chapter 4 of Great Expectations!&lt;br /&gt;and The Pact is a really stupid book, but the setting is good and i suppose i can learn from the author on her techniques.&lt;br /&gt;and we talked. so i suppose that is succeeding in some way,&lt;br /&gt;which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will forgive that ****ing spammer.&lt;br /&gt;not say i haven got very little experience with spammers right.&lt;br /&gt;wat with ZQ kor spamming his own mei's tagbox(but in the end admitting to me-&gt;gave me a shock)&lt;br /&gt;and that sean tay guy(HAHA still makes me laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH.&lt;br /&gt;during this lame ordeal,&lt;br /&gt;well... let;s say i couldn even concentrate for all the periods(even science)&lt;br /&gt;i tell u this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;at least its over:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be doing science hw-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried till my right eye is swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm amazed tears can do that.&lt;br /&gt;to think i have been crying so much, and i didn know such things could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts ok.&lt;br /&gt;wat with sara's "whats happened to your eye?"&lt;br /&gt;k lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like changing blog url...&lt;br /&gt;should i???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but have to go thru the relinking and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets say. after recces i was darn high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wats wrong with being emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had almost wanted to slash my wrists on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-1454628362063260555?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/1454628362063260555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=1454628362063260555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1454628362063260555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1454628362063260555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/04/jealous-u-tell-me-bout-jealous-who.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-7749303012583281362</id><published>2007-04-04T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T10:29:22.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hais...&lt;br /&gt;ya i agree with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais hais hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i cry bcos i feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost wanted to delete this whole blog,&lt;br /&gt;erase it from my memory forever,&lt;br /&gt;but thank goodness G told me not to delete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent the whole night writin letters to the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think in the end,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna send all of it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mutual apologies work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still i can't face u guys ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-7749303012583281362?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/7749303012583281362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=7749303012583281362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/7749303012583281362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/7749303012583281362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/04/hais.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6386123501242440286</id><published>2007-04-01T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T12:50:32.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wat the hell&lt;br /&gt;i typed so much,&lt;br /&gt;and jus cos by accident the comp switchged itsel;f off&lt;br /&gt;amazingly&lt;br /&gt;all i typed is  GONE!&lt;br /&gt;hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;i shall talk bout smth else&lt;br /&gt;ytd my whole family went to take aura photo...&lt;br /&gt;mine really have a mixture lor&lt;br /&gt;have blue, green, white, orange, red&lt;br /&gt;u know and its really true lor&lt;br /&gt;the lady said looking at my aura that i'm those kind&lt;br /&gt;have worries will worry alot,&lt;br /&gt;dun have worries also worry alot...&lt;br /&gt;SUPER TRUE SIA&lt;br /&gt;i really worry lots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she said i'm those kind will get angry, but won't hold grudges for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER TRUE again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she said that ppl think on first impressin that i'm a friendly person.&lt;br /&gt;i thought of zhanyu's first tag on my blog that he thought i was friendly&lt;br /&gt;SUPER TRUE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhh. i was like amazed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then moving onto my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very creative, always coming up with new games.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD LA.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER TRUE LOR&lt;br /&gt;LIKE...&lt;br /&gt;he  is ALWAYS coming up with new games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very adventurous&lt;br /&gt;dunnit to say&lt;br /&gt;SUPER TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u are hoping for a career change, or retiring&lt;br /&gt;MY GAWD., my dad wants to retire this yr/&lt;br /&gt;SUPER TRUE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dun like joining fights or quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;have i ever told u guys bout how my father locks himsef in the room when my mum and i squabble?&lt;br /&gt;SUPER TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. that is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar.&lt;br /&gt;my mum said to get G to come and try&lt;br /&gt;see his temperament&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6386123501242440286?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6386123501242440286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=6386123501242440286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6386123501242440286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6386123501242440286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/04/wat-hell-i-typed-so-much-and-jus-cos-by.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-1551550765466480552</id><published>2007-03-30T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:36:52.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-depressed-&lt;br /&gt;-depressed-&lt;br /&gt;-depressed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does the sun go on shining?&lt;br /&gt;why does the sea rush to shore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-depressed-&lt;br /&gt;-depressed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even A1s will change this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is boring without u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will NEVER give in to&lt;br /&gt;i will NEVER cry because of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those days are OVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-1551550765466480552?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/1551550765466480552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=1551550765466480552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1551550765466480552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/1551550765466480552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/03/depressed-depressed-depressed-why-does.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6201695688690896321</id><published>2007-03-29T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:39:52.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why are we drifting further and further apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i do not know-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-depressed again-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6201695688690896321?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6201695688690896321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=6201695688690896321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6201695688690896321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6201695688690896321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-are-we-drifting-further-and-further.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-423390975974406024</id><published>2007-03-25T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:44:28.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i was so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;really la.&lt;br /&gt;i know, to compare myself against my bro, who is a meagre 9-yr-old, is a stupid thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, sibling rivalry goes on even as one grows up.&lt;br /&gt;wat the hell la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4GET IT. MY BLOG IS NOT FOR MY IDIOTIC BRO'S FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading zhanyu's blog really makes me cheer up...&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy his recount of events of thur...&lt;br /&gt;he's good...&lt;br /&gt;better than jess... come to think of it...&lt;br /&gt;i haven been to her blog for mths...&lt;br /&gt;i shall go take a peek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;SYF'07&lt;br /&gt;12APRIL&lt;br /&gt;11.30AM.&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOUS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE THE GOLD IS WITHIN OUR MIDST!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE U!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i will be able to concentrate on that day lor...&lt;br /&gt;i think i will jus get livia to sms me the results...&lt;br /&gt;but i really really wanna go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out-of-syf-saxophonists are GOOD TCHERS!&lt;br /&gt;i think if that stupid daniel the gay said cannot go on D note onwards,&lt;br /&gt;brenda, jiaxuan and aryana(is tt how u spell it?)would have completed the whole scale then can go show off to wanning and co. ler...&lt;br /&gt;stupid daniel the gay.&lt;br /&gt;hmph...&lt;br /&gt;den he was like "not bad tone not bad tone.... u see better than ur senior(me)..."&lt;br /&gt;WAT THE ****!&lt;br /&gt;hellos lor...&lt;br /&gt;i play well de ok...&lt;br /&gt;jus not good enough for syf...&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;its really fun tching them...&lt;br /&gt;but that chan jiaxuan!!! the one i'm in charge of, doesn wanna give me her blog url...&lt;br /&gt;too bad i shall do a google blog search...&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAx...&lt;br /&gt;wat the hell.&lt;br /&gt;operation: finding jiaxuan's blog-FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up looking at a zhonghua npcc member's blog that mentioned both vs and cedar.&lt;br /&gt;so i thought he was from vs.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw the npcc uniforms,&lt;br /&gt;then i thoughtperhaps he knew G.&lt;br /&gt;then i scrolled down to his particulars.&lt;br /&gt;oh. zhonghua sec-.-&lt;br /&gt;i know so many ppl from zhonghua la pls...&lt;br /&gt;i think i like his blog.&lt;br /&gt;i think i like it.&lt;br /&gt;its quite an enjoyable read.&lt;br /&gt;but fine... still can't compare with amazing chew zhanyu's la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder.&lt;br /&gt;i keep praising him.&lt;br /&gt;my mum thought i had a crush on him-.-my gawd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being a junior,&lt;br /&gt;where no troubles come before u,&lt;br /&gt;where troubles jus seem like a dream&lt;br /&gt;and nothing will come between u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had hoped to become a senior,&lt;br /&gt;to be on the top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;yet in the end the truth seeps in,&lt;br /&gt;i am who i am beside u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish u luck in this syf.&lt;br /&gt;for i cannot change our fate.&lt;br /&gt;this power lies in your hands-&lt;br /&gt;to leave it or to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gold is in our grasp.&lt;br /&gt;this is the final lap.&lt;br /&gt;if everyone pushes through.&lt;br /&gt;this gold is in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 19days time you are on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;the power to change our fate then,&lt;br /&gt;will become the hope-&lt;br /&gt;the shining hope of gold with honours is there-right before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11yrs we have toiled and tried,&lt;br /&gt;this is our time to show.&lt;br /&gt;to prove this gold is for us to keep&lt;br /&gt;and not jus for pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in one band-cedarband-we unite,&lt;br /&gt;our heartbeats beat as one.&lt;br /&gt;the care and concern we've shown one another&lt;br /&gt;is there to bind the ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together we shall receive the gold&lt;br /&gt;its shining in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;we can get it, we MUST get it,&lt;br /&gt;for it is more than just our hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall try.&lt;br /&gt;we MUST try.&lt;br /&gt;we MUST GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;this is us-&lt;br /&gt;CEDAR SYMPHONIC BAND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-423390975974406024?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/423390975974406024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=423390975974406024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/423390975974406024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/423390975974406024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-i-was-so-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-8904129272452146294</id><published>2007-03-20T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:08:12.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG NEWS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL,14,TOLD HER MUM SHE HAD A BOYFRIEND, AND MUM WASN'T ANGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;my mum seriouslyu had a big shock la.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;now mym mum knows,&lt;br /&gt;i can do things&lt;br /&gt;*OPENLY*!!!&lt;br /&gt;no more hiding the truth.&lt;br /&gt;yayayayay!&lt;br /&gt;she ask me who it is.&lt;br /&gt;then i told her.&lt;br /&gt;and she said:&lt;br /&gt;"orh. that one ah...but a bit ugly and short leh"&lt;br /&gt;i burst out laughing crazily,&lt;br /&gt;cos thats wat i called him(take note of the past tense)&lt;br /&gt;then i admitted going to vivo with him instead of with LX and sheri.&lt;br /&gt;LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;it was her turn to burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;then i told her my bro knew le ma...&lt;br /&gt;she had that kind of ok..-now-since-when kinda expression.&lt;br /&gt;OLEH.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so brave!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;a bit high currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost sleep ytd.&lt;br /&gt;but i thought things thru.&lt;br /&gt;i knew there were differences between us.&lt;br /&gt;yet i continued being with u.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry guys&lt;br /&gt;if u wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;for this is wat i do&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot give more.&lt;br /&gt;the differences are explicit&lt;br /&gt;almost obvious to the eye&lt;br /&gt;yet i continued doing this&lt;br /&gt;like it was mine.&lt;br /&gt;i looked at u&lt;br /&gt;i knew u were true.&lt;br /&gt;for u are the girl that made it thru.&lt;br /&gt;i was jealous i admit,&lt;br /&gt;but after thinking thru.&lt;br /&gt;this is wat i want u to know&lt;br /&gt;this is wat i give u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOD LUCK MICHELLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE WILL BE ALWAYS BEHIND U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-8904129272452146294?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/8904129272452146294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=8904129272452146294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/8904129272452146294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/8904129272452146294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/03/big-news-girl14told-her-mum-she-had.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-3564831134733242984</id><published>2007-03-18T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:23:57.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOS.&lt;br /&gt;been doing LOADS of stupid stuffs lately...&lt;br /&gt;let's start with the much awaited thur gathering k?&lt;br /&gt;so michelle, sheriel and i were like chiong-ing to finish cca...&lt;br /&gt;den i had to leave hasia alone filing, cos (OF COURSE LA) sheriel was done le....&lt;br /&gt;so we chiong ah...&lt;br /&gt;when we reached home,&lt;br /&gt;we were like crazy...&lt;br /&gt;ran thru the kitchen, to avoid seeing the guys in our&lt;br /&gt;banana(pe shirt), and 2 rotten banana t-shirts(black band-t):)&lt;br /&gt;i think they saw it still -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i locked myself in the rm with michelle and sheriel...&lt;br /&gt;so lame....&lt;br /&gt;when i finally got myself out,&lt;br /&gt;the girls were all gathered outside the door,&lt;br /&gt;and the guys were at the pit starting up the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i led the girls down after they finished doing up their hair( er-umms... chandel  ah....)to the bbq pit, where the guys were fooling with the fire...&lt;br /&gt;my bro was being super duper stupid....&lt;br /&gt;going around talking to the guys as if he were the boss(gerald later told me tt he didn mind cos he was "immature" HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;hello. he is like half the guys age lor...&lt;br /&gt;the girls jus sat under the ting zi waiting for the guys to finish fooling around and get a fire going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... SORRY CHANDEL!!!! pls forgive me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they got the stuff cooking,&lt;br /&gt;they wanted this and they wanted that...&lt;br /&gt;so i ran here andi ran there.&lt;br /&gt;getting EVERYTHIN THEY NEEDED...&lt;br /&gt;in the end i still had to pay. wat kind of shit deal.(ZHANYU!)&lt;br /&gt;so bbq.&lt;br /&gt;when we were bbq-ing happily,&lt;br /&gt;it drizzled...&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the function room, which my mum kindly had booked.&lt;br /&gt;the guys played bridge,&lt;br /&gt;which made my dad V V FASCINATED,&lt;br /&gt;while the girls played dare or double dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon it stopped,&lt;br /&gt;and the guys went back to bbq...&lt;br /&gt;so after like a long time,&lt;br /&gt;then we went to join them...&lt;br /&gt;but soon all of us were full, and we jus left.&lt;br /&gt;(this made my mun quite angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we once again went to the function room,&lt;br /&gt;invited the guys,&lt;br /&gt;and played truth, dare, or double dare.&lt;br /&gt;that gerald la.&lt;br /&gt;still go do dare.&lt;br /&gt;dare is so dangerous u dunno meh.&lt;br /&gt;dare they were thinking sick u dunno meh.&lt;br /&gt;dare they wanted to make u kiss me u dunno meh.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;truth at most they will only ask u wat u will do for me tts all...&lt;br /&gt;so much easier...&lt;br /&gt;at least not double dare.&lt;br /&gt;that would have sucked.&lt;br /&gt;then i think guys are a bit off.&lt;br /&gt;nvr play this game b4...&lt;br /&gt;asked ziyang and joshua to double dare that they were fighting over their girlfren(chair)&lt;br /&gt;they go beat up the girlfren leh...&lt;br /&gt;so mean!&lt;br /&gt;no wonder they dun have gf yet(LOL)&lt;br /&gt;damn stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;after tt, michelle and i were the last to not act a dare yet.&lt;br /&gt;so we jus sang When You Believe in front of all of them(this prompted me to do smth later)&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at the floor...&lt;br /&gt;some girls were looking at gerald to see wat he would do(HA. he was waving his hands, and acc to chandel chen jin zai yin yue dang zhong. retarded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this,&lt;br /&gt;ziyang experimented saying ghost stories to us bout the compund we are going to move in at geylang bahru.&lt;br /&gt;i admit. i was a bit frightened by it.&lt;br /&gt;not as much as the rest la hoh(hellos. jus dun belive it wun be scary anymore le)&lt;br /&gt;but i was doing alot of "who can justify it huh? without any witness, how can u say its true?"&lt;br /&gt;those who know me, will know when i'm scared, i talk lots more crap.&lt;br /&gt;which is why in china i talked lots:)&lt;br /&gt;back to the pt,&lt;br /&gt;it was quite frightening la...&lt;br /&gt;wat with the trapdoor...&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. LANXIN! I TELL U ON MON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went up,&lt;br /&gt;and the guys left...&lt;br /&gt;no time alone sia...&lt;br /&gt;HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;but i read the mouthed words.&lt;br /&gt;i thought he said "fuck u"&lt;br /&gt;like in china like tt...&lt;br /&gt;after tt sheriel told me wat she read...&lt;br /&gt;so lousy right...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lousy right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... looked thru the VS yrbook&lt;br /&gt;saw G in his npcc uni...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus explored zhanyu's links\&lt;br /&gt;guess wat.&lt;br /&gt;i found that this guy called zhuoyi shares the same birthday as me!&lt;br /&gt;COOL.&lt;br /&gt;jus that i'm 2yrs younger.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. lame.&lt;br /&gt;i only know an auntie who has the same birthday as me...&lt;br /&gt;but not someone round my age...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd i asked zhaoqiang whether i can call him zhaoqiang ko anot...&lt;br /&gt;he nvr reply me!&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;maybe tts cos i said bye-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u know wat.&lt;br /&gt;i sent 2816msgs alr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the bill is gonna count from 21st...&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;br /&gt;4days w/o sms-ing ain't fun kk...&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during mr chua's class,&lt;br /&gt;i was late.&lt;br /&gt;no actually is he's early...&lt;br /&gt;normally start round 4.15...&lt;br /&gt;today soo early...&lt;br /&gt;and so zhun shi...&lt;br /&gt;3.30 start le...&lt;br /&gt;so i was like rushing thru the underpass, while i saw my neighbour slowly walking...&lt;br /&gt;i had half a mind to tell him he's late...&lt;br /&gt;but decided not to...&lt;br /&gt;so mean right.heck ah... i not close to him anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band has been quite enjoyable since last tue...&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later have chinse class...&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;i haven really studied for the tests...&lt;br /&gt;still have  geog i studied, but can't rmb a single thing i learnt.-.-&lt;br /&gt;studying geog doesn make me rmb ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;then that TEH LAN XIN la.&lt;br /&gt;i asked her to bring my sci notebook, she said ok.&lt;br /&gt;less than an hour later,&lt;br /&gt;she told me she's sorry for not bringing the book...&lt;br /&gt;like tt how to study!!!&lt;br /&gt;jealous of my sci marks issit....&lt;br /&gt;dun wan me better than u issit...&lt;br /&gt;jkjk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEZ!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE U PPL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3564831134733242984?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3564831134733242984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=3564831134733242984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3564831134733242984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3564831134733242984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellos.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-3504931432891099194</id><published>2007-03-14T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T17:44:32.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;i'm very sorry for all i said and did lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;all the hateful and nonchalent words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;that spewed from my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;i did not understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;but after yesterday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;i now do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;really, i apologise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;why i had said such things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;it was due to jealousy creeping over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now there are more girls than guys le!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cos yiying and bella coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yayx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and tt person ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i tell u not to buy u still buy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this sucks man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how to hide... u tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;aiyayayayaya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wat sort of housewarming gift huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i m really starting to enjoy mr chua's class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we were like fooling around with my phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then suddenyl charmaine was looking thru my pics and she said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"eh jun ying, u naked ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: huh. oh ya. tt one. i knew i shud have deleted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*girls laughter. teases*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;charmaine: wah piang. if anybody get your phone and see this pic and put,it on youtube u sure die hoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: OOPS THAT ONE AH. actually i was naked for tt one leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*heads turn at me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;charmaine: u siao ah u*laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so this way the girls were all laughing bout porn, half-naked and totally naked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;in front of guys. YA. in front of guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but it was really hilarious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I LOVE U PPL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3504931432891099194?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3504931432891099194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=3504931432891099194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3504931432891099194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3504931432891099194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellos-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-5376559157393640301</id><published>2007-03-09T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:23:57.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my comp is super outdated can?&lt;br /&gt;i already posted new post and deleted *that post* and it still doesn show up. so lousy. wats the point of installing a mio anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are my fans,&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened:)&lt;br /&gt;G jus sent me back home. tts all.&lt;br /&gt;u wan details?&lt;br /&gt;sms me.&lt;br /&gt;thats to avoid those guys who are going to "smile at (G)" everytime they see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran SOO many times today...&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;pe, jogging, rest during reccess(but heard brenda dropped saxophone, so immedistely jumped up and wanted to find her, but she wasn in class), then kept running back and forth during art lesson so i could meet G on time(u see la. all your fault)den i ran back to class when we finally finished the work and stupidly, i called 91789561(stupid la pls. lucky tt person didn pick up.). den i ran out of class, den i ran to the foyer. den i ran-walked to the bus stop, only yto have my conscience tingling....den i ran to the other bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;so i kept RUNNING AND RUNNING AND RUNNING.&lt;br /&gt;u DIE:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;i got FULL MARKS for history:)&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;wat happened to my last yr's b4... gone liao ah???&lt;br /&gt;now 100% sia... oleh:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my marks at a glance&lt;br /&gt;eng-24/50(quite good already ok. top 31/50(jacqueline))&lt;br /&gt;chinese-(uh-hum)39/70(HEY I PASSED!)&lt;br /&gt;maths-(sucks like shit)26.5/35(i almost showed him the marks jus now. DIE DIE DIE)&lt;br /&gt;science-25/30(i wanted full marks tho... michelle got full marks... so did jie hui the super smart person tt almost everytime beat me by a slight mark.)&lt;br /&gt;geog-(HAHAH. dun laugh. i can laugh u cannot) 11/20(HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;history-15/15(oleh!)&lt;br /&gt;literature-18/25(finally escaped the 15/25 mark tt mrs loweeeeeee always gave me... u see she cannot spot talent one:))&lt;br /&gt;marks at a glance...&lt;br /&gt;all together have 22 points(awwwwww)&lt;br /&gt;pathetic. p for pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually seriously, my marks up there aren't too good...&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;i didn put in effort for this one...&lt;br /&gt;i admit...&lt;br /&gt;but this time i'm gonna study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was seeing her name down there that made me feel that i could achieve tt as well.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was recalling my prelim 2 results tt made me feel that if i could do soo well then, i could achieve this now.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, wat happened?&lt;br /&gt;wat happened to my top in science, top in maths and top in english???&lt;br /&gt;my class wasn soo bad...so it couldn have been tt i was jus a big fish among a bunch of small fish.&lt;br /&gt;but i miss those times comparing my marks with DG, jun ching and joel....&lt;br /&gt;oh boy.... i miss those good ole days...&lt;br /&gt;my innocence has gone...(LOL. sounds wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mannnnn...&lt;br /&gt;depressed soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-5376559157393640301?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/5376559157393640301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=5376559157393640301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/5376559157393640301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/5376559157393640301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-comp-is-super-outdated-can-i-already.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-7605137469811984104</id><published>2007-03-08T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T17:51:46.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*deleted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been studying darn hard lately...&lt;br /&gt;super guai can???&lt;br /&gt;studying everyday after i finish all my work...&lt;br /&gt;tai guai le...&lt;br /&gt;zhe bu shi wo de zuo feng...HA.&lt;br /&gt;LAME NESS....&lt;br /&gt;i guess i starting to study le:)&lt;br /&gt;trip science...&lt;br /&gt;here i come!!&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;kk............................................&lt;br /&gt;i guess streaming ma...&lt;br /&gt;i think this enthusiasm will fade off soon...&lt;br /&gt;but nvm,&lt;br /&gt;a ferrero rocher a day, keeps my enthusiasm from fading away!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok. LAME.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got the freakness of my life when i saw jorvern's 2nd babe...&lt;br /&gt;during MO la ...&lt;br /&gt;wah piang...&lt;br /&gt;she left her wallet on the floor near the seats where lx, sherilyn and i seat....&lt;br /&gt;when michelle came in and said, "oh rachel ah?'&lt;br /&gt;the name was like&lt;br /&gt;RACHELLLLL RACHELLLLL haunting voice in my head, then i snapped out with the "JORVEN'S BABE!"&lt;br /&gt;I couldn concentrate until i found out the answer for the 2nd qn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deleted*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-7605137469811984104?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/7605137469811984104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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wat.&lt;br /&gt;i dun think u know wat.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared.&lt;br /&gt;my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;why do i have sucha "popular" boyfren???&lt;br /&gt;why is he so short till everyone teases him???&lt;br /&gt;who is that james guy anyway?&lt;br /&gt;whom is he to come kpo-ing into my life???&lt;br /&gt;wat does he wanna know bout me???&lt;br /&gt;i very plain-looking lor&lt;br /&gt;and the ugliest photo in my entire life is being shown to a bunch of 16 yr old guys????????&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot&lt;br /&gt;if it were a pretty pose i dun mind u noe...&lt;br /&gt;but its the ugliest photo in my life!&lt;br /&gt;to GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;if it were girls they would understand u noe...&lt;br /&gt;if u got a bad hair day, and tt the camerman placed our class phototaking time in between pe and jogging.&lt;br /&gt;then we had to change.&lt;br /&gt;so so ma fan rite?&lt;br /&gt;hence my hair is all over the place...&lt;br /&gt;ugly si ren le.&lt;br /&gt;doomed.&lt;br /&gt;tmr i'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;why?????&lt;br /&gt;why me????&lt;br /&gt;why gerald????&lt;br /&gt;why?????&lt;br /&gt;i'm so depressed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tkgs exchange programme was very interesting...&lt;br /&gt;made frens with a sec4 called wanshu.&lt;br /&gt;weiredest thing:&lt;br /&gt;i didn even know her, and in less than 5 min,&lt;br /&gt;we talked as if we had been discussing saxophone for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;i tot she was sec2.&lt;br /&gt;she tot i was sec4.&lt;br /&gt;thats y we talked so much.&lt;br /&gt;cos we tot each other was same age as each other.&lt;br /&gt;funny man...&lt;br /&gt;lol:)&lt;br /&gt;then at first i thot the tk sl was very bossy...&lt;br /&gt;and i thot the asl very bimbotic...&lt;br /&gt;turned out wrong...&lt;br /&gt;they were very enjoyable to be with:)&lt;br /&gt;then the farifeild girl damn scary can&lt;br /&gt;she play the saxophone in between her legs.&lt;br /&gt;oh me gosh...&lt;br /&gt;it looked very bao lu la&lt;br /&gt;the skirt so un-neat...&lt;br /&gt;then the tk girls wear shorts.&lt;br /&gt;lucky them...&lt;br /&gt;there were only 3 GUY SAXOPHONISTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;one baritone, one tenor and one alto2&lt;br /&gt;i think the tenor guy is seriously good la&lt;br /&gt;play until soooo pro ...&lt;br /&gt;amazed...&lt;br /&gt;the st nick's girls the skirt very cute.&lt;br /&gt;some super high, some ok length, some super long.&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at this girls' skirt length...&lt;br /&gt;funny man...&lt;br /&gt;longer than mine&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking tt my skirt is sooo short man(like real)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;lanxin met her fellow i-hate-ms-sia-ian&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;GERALD HAD BETTER GET TT BOOK BACK.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-7697334747158256096?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-3588908242000135210</id><published>2007-02-22T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:42:00.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mdm er v weird&lt;br /&gt;let us listern to song...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;i miss the chinatrip frens more and more..,&lt;br /&gt;jus now during maths olympiad class,&lt;br /&gt;michelle, sheriel, lanxin, sherilyn and i were like drawing pics of each other...&lt;br /&gt;which eventually ended&lt;br /&gt;in a pic of me and ____ kissing&lt;br /&gt;LOL?&lt;br /&gt;den dey say how come ppl jkissing can smile...&lt;br /&gt;den i say cos blissfully happy...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;retarded...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3588908242000135210?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6360576874033709822</id><published>2007-02-21T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:48:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOS again...&lt;br /&gt;now jus b4 band...&lt;br /&gt;hees:)&lt;br /&gt;ORANGE band tee today sia...&lt;br /&gt;YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;we're like the only cca with ORANGE band tee...&lt;br /&gt;yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE ALL OF U ALWAYS:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LANXIN:&lt;br /&gt;i know u wan bf la ni...&lt;br /&gt;HOW BOUT YOUR CLIVE KOR HUH:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus jokin.&lt;br /&gt;KK.. GTG LE&lt;br /&gt;4 BAND. YUCK-E-DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6360576874033709822?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6360576874033709822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=6360576874033709822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6360576874033709822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6360576874033709822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/02/hellos-again.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6957465056593165936</id><published>2007-02-20T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:42:10.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOS!&lt;br /&gt;i've missed u SOOOOO much.&lt;br /&gt;kk. due to some ppl's requests *hint hint*, i've decided to blog...&lt;br /&gt;ok. 3major events happened lately,&lt;br /&gt;1: staying till 9.30 on tue(last)&lt;br /&gt;2: GOING BACK PCPS!!!&lt;br /&gt;3: chinese new yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;lets zoom in to the capitalised event.&lt;br /&gt;so, elaine called me at a NOT very good time.&lt;br /&gt;it was the CLDDS performance.&lt;br /&gt;with (guess wat) CHINESE CINDERELLA(no not the book. its cinderella in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;and i was half-smsing ____,half watching when she suddenly called.&lt;br /&gt;scare me sia&lt;br /&gt;so i rushed back to class when the performance (finally) ended.&lt;br /&gt;packed my bag and RUSHED to the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;quite unfortunately, emily and beatrice were STILL not there,&lt;br /&gt;so i sms them, and rushe to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;then 155(as usual) casually came...&lt;br /&gt;it was like anhour b4 i reached interchange and met elaine la...&lt;br /&gt;so we took 238,&lt;br /&gt;and then walked to pcps:)&lt;br /&gt;shuang-ness... to be with ur bestest fren ever and talk bout failing maths.&lt;br /&gt;HA. no la... i told her i almost failed chinese, and she told me how she failed maths...&lt;br /&gt;heehee:)&lt;br /&gt;then reach peichun. NOBODY's there.&lt;br /&gt;only 2 of us from 6E&lt;br /&gt;so we went to mac.&lt;br /&gt;jus happened to meet yow che.&lt;br /&gt;so talked a while till we met jolie.&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, elaine was like "eh. joey! no... dun tell me it is... RUI HAN!!! shortie!!!(no i'm not refering to u, ____)"&lt;br /&gt;now ruihan also cannot refer to as short le...&lt;br /&gt;TALLER THAN ME SIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;sadness...&lt;br /&gt;then daniel choong dao me...&lt;br /&gt;so a few of us went to play vball.&lt;br /&gt;but not me...&lt;br /&gt;elaine, wanteng, jia qi, binghong and i stayed at one of the ting zi and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;PPL GROW UP IN ENG-SPEAKING FAMILY CANNOT IS IT???&lt;br /&gt;NOT LIKE All OF U LA...&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE SO PRO DE.&lt;br /&gt;my chinese sucks lor.&lt;br /&gt;so i sat and listened...(amazing rite... i this kind of chatty person got nth to say)&lt;br /&gt;then at 3.07, suddenyl jumped up and had to leave for piano class.&lt;br /&gt;YA PIANO CLASS AGAIN. ALWAYS DESTROYING MY FUN. SO SAO XING.&lt;br /&gt;last time the outing with vs guys also had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;2nd outing with the vs guys also bcos of piano class.&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS MAN.&lt;br /&gt;give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;so ya... depressing lor...&lt;br /&gt;jus when it was so fun talking to all of them...&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... enough to get u going right???&lt;br /&gt;dun need to chao wo to update le ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i wanted to blog smth seriously emo last tue bout the band thingy...&lt;br /&gt;but aiya...&lt;br /&gt;LAZY LA&lt;br /&gt;huijun is the cutest senior!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;all of u very cute la ok:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6957465056593165936?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6957465056593165936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=6957465056593165936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6957465056593165936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6957465056593165936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/02/hellos-ive-missed-u-sooooo-much.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-2923174963598909486</id><published>2007-02-12T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:04:15.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as u can deduce, i'm in school now...&lt;br /&gt;reading "maybe a miracle" while the comp starts up.&lt;br /&gt;"maybe a miracle" is seriously a darn good book.&lt;br /&gt;its sardonic and funny.&lt;br /&gt;for those who follow God.&lt;br /&gt;please dun read this.&lt;br /&gt;and please dun sue me if u read this.&lt;br /&gt;its jus quoting, u know.&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;don't steal. don't kill. don't commit adltery. don't covet you neighbour's stuff. honour your&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;mother and your father&lt;/em&gt;- those are pretty respectable guidelines, i guess, but then again, they're pretty obvious. even a &lt;em&gt;retard&lt;/em&gt; can tell you not to kill, steal or lie. curiously, the rest of the commandments are about not painting pictures of God or taking His name in vain, or being sure to take a day out of the week to pray to Him. And whatever you do, don't pray to other gods-in fact thats the first one. the least He could have done is save that one for the last: &lt;em&gt;by the way, don't go praying to anyone else.&lt;/em&gt;  its bad enough, making everyone capitalize pronouns. its a big pain in the Ass. if christians are right about God, he sure has a big ego."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. those who read. i know you're gona have a big laugh.&lt;br /&gt;at least. for those who are atheists.&lt;br /&gt;or free-thinkers in the least.&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing my head off in class. and i'm supposed to be writing a compo myself:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. why can't valentines be at the end of the yr?&lt;br /&gt;and why must it be called "valentines" in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;why not "tralentines"? or even better "frankensteins"?&lt;br /&gt;oh. i know you're gonna say the root word is " valentino".&lt;br /&gt;hey. isn't valentino the name of that piece of song i played that sounded so darn emo?&lt;br /&gt;ah nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the more i read "maybe a miracle" the more i'm gonna write like them.&lt;br /&gt;just jus now i was writing something emo, and souinded extremely like an excerpt from the book.&lt;br /&gt;but the book is about everyday life, how little things can become miracles.&lt;br /&gt;how precious life is, and how one comes to realise hall the mistakes one has made in life.&lt;br /&gt;through monroe, we see that life is simple, that we must treasure our family members&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-2923174963598909486?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/2923174963598909486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=2923174963598909486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/2923174963598909486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/2923174963598909486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-u-can-deduce-im-in-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-3563418737658722719</id><published>2007-02-10T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:41:36.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOS&lt;br /&gt;ages since u last saw me huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, wanted to blog an emo post when i received my lousy maths results, but nvm...&lt;br /&gt;dun care&lt;br /&gt;lately results have been darn suckish&lt;br /&gt;dun need to say maths. LOOK AT ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;didn even pass...&lt;br /&gt;aiyoyoyoyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band really SUCKED last week.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, mr leslie's sudden return,&lt;br /&gt;WHICH KILLED ME(i was left alive thx to the teeny weeny luck tt my embouchure changed)&lt;br /&gt;then jus when my moral dropped,&lt;br /&gt;MR ONG AUDITIONED US.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. thanks ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;of all days choose this day...&lt;br /&gt;the quarrel with hasia made all things WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;on wed, had the sec1s welcome party.&lt;br /&gt;i quite like archana(hasia's buddy)...&lt;br /&gt;but the gemyma and ka hei was sooooooo quiet...&lt;br /&gt;celestine was well, an example of a sec1 who is enthu, but has attitude.&lt;br /&gt;ruined the day.&lt;br /&gt;thurs, band i totally didn have mood.&lt;br /&gt;moreover, ms sia scolding the percussionists, trumpeters and french horn-ists...&lt;br /&gt;freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;after tt, livia telling me to not tap my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;got me a little pissed off if i may say...&lt;br /&gt;wanted to explode and scold them when i saw huijun and her tapping THEIR legs.&lt;br /&gt;not alittle actually. ITS VERY.&lt;br /&gt;if i dun tap my leg how m i supposed to feel the pulse of the music HUH.&lt;br /&gt;U TELL ME.&lt;br /&gt;poor percussionists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band totally SUCKED man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i told ms yeo my suckish maths results,&lt;br /&gt;she seemes disappointed&lt;br /&gt;what will she say when she sees that all my mistakes are 6 MARKS CARELESS???&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today mr chua kept picking on me...&lt;br /&gt;aiya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd during english class,&lt;br /&gt;i had to sit with a table full of GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;the girls were sitting separated table.&lt;br /&gt;so i was surrounded with guys.&lt;br /&gt;THEY WERE SO IMMATURE LA PLS.&lt;br /&gt;laughing about SEX.&lt;br /&gt;its not something FUNNY LOR.&lt;br /&gt;its a NATURAL PHENOMENON.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;GROSSED OUT ANOT...&lt;br /&gt;but really wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys were like whispering about doing it.&lt;br /&gt;WAT THE HECK?&lt;br /&gt;THEY THINK I DUN UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;hello... this brain up here is already filled with sick stuff...&lt;br /&gt;tough luck people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS TUESDAY, 12 FEBRUARY, IS GOING TO KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;history test.&lt;br /&gt;physical education, with none other than MS POON.&lt;br /&gt;JOGGING after pe, making it suck even more.\&lt;br /&gt;after school,&lt;br /&gt;band.&lt;br /&gt;with mr leslie.&lt;br /&gt;rehearsal at SCH. until NINE-THIRTY.&lt;br /&gt;WORSE THING: i dun get to shower.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be sweaty, and stinking the whole place up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys jus dun keep to promises:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3563418737658722719?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3563418737658722719/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-9136265973471457782</id><published>2007-02-03T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:41:36.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GUESS WAT MY MATHS TCHER SAID?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SHE SAID 1/25 IS CORRECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she got the qn from her ex-students sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SHE GOT 1/25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can't get full marks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;COS OF TT STUPID LAST QN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BOOHOOOOOOOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;heck it la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if all the rest correct,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'll get 34/35...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND IF SM1 GETS FULL MARKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'LL BE SO DARN F*CK PISSED OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, today during mr chua maths class(diff from above),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he was soooooo amazed with my dad:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DUH. MY DAD &lt;u&gt;OF COURSE &lt;/u&gt;CAN SOLVE LOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he kept asking me about my dad's lvl of education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;should have told him its COLUMBIA PLAN ONE WOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not some rubbish school that &lt;u&gt;he&lt;/u&gt; went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that haolian pig for sure will meet his doom de lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he ask me how come i dun wanna do jackpot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if i say its ms yeo's maths class taught me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he would for sure kick me out of his class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, i said my dad taught me something like tt b4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LIKE REAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my dad doesn have the patience to teach me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im tt hard to teach(LOL?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then he was like OHH, SO U DIDN PULL BCOS U LEARN B4 LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me: uhh... ya if not like cheating like tt mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he: ur father so clever can teach ah?did he solve last week that qn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me: ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he: HE SOLVE AH(SHOCK) wat method???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me: uhhh... 2 x square- x square?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he: WAHHHHHH.... correct...not bad ah... not bad ah... what lvl of education he have??? what university???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me: uhhh... university of adelaide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he: adelaide ah... australia right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me: uhhh ya(i also dunno why i pause...obvious la pls. adelaide in indonesia meh???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he: i may ask some harder qns to your father...not bad ah... your father very clever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WELL DUH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my father is VERY clever ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;heehee:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i am a very lazy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can be so lazy, as to not cross the road to take bus, but to walk home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SO LAZY RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i am also lazy when i jus dun wanna take up the nail clipper and clip nails:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thats how lazy i am:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;during ms yeo's maths class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i spent like 15min staring into space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WAT WAS I THINKING ABOUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"looking thru the window wat do i see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lanxin and MC DALE kissing tenderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i see their lips are touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i see their bodies are wrapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what are they doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;something that is called sex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one baby, 2 baby, 3 baby, 4. HEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5 baby, 6 baby, many many more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then i was also thinking of the original version and nat's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nat's is so much sicker, but its copyrighted, so cannot show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;original:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"looking thru the window wat do i see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if u wanna chi xiang jiao(banana) come and look 4 me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;meet me under the moonlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;meet me all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;meet me in the room, and i will show u more. HEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one banana, 2 banana, 3 banana,4 HEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5 banana, 6 banana, many many more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lanxin's version of me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"looking thru the window wat do i see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;_____ and _____ kissing tenderly./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i saw their lips touching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they realised they're not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they went to the nearby room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i missed the show. HEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;first little push &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;second little push &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;third one with a scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4th little push&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5th little push&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;doin it passionately"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SICK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mine  seems sooo clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THESE ARE ALL COPYRIGHTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thank u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i dare u guys to fill up the blanks up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HEEHEE:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-9136265973471457782?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/9136265973471457782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=9136265973471457782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/9136265973471457782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/9136265973471457782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/02/haha-hahaha-hahahaha-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-5290668938092851672</id><published>2007-02-02T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:04:49.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI PPL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to study for geog and science test comig up...&lt;br /&gt;then received this exremely freaky sms that put me off studying...&lt;br /&gt;worse thing: jus when ui was about toreply..&lt;br /&gt;my DARLING mother took my phone away, cos she sad i was studying...&lt;br /&gt;made me lose even more concentrarion.&lt;br /&gt;so wat did i do???&lt;br /&gt;start reading HOLES by louis sachar.&lt;br /&gt;as stanley digged the hole,&lt;br /&gt;that sms would float up into my head, haunting me as if i had done something wrong by not replying immediately .&lt;br /&gt;how was i toknow that my mum wuld walk in to my rom jus when i was about to reply sms???&lt;br /&gt;moreover, it is the sms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the whole night she kept asking me ho i was corresponding.&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to reply???&lt;br /&gt;"your boyfriend ah?"&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wanted to say yes..&lt;br /&gt;but still...&lt;br /&gt;if its a secret, why should i tell??? my mum of all persons?&lt;br /&gt;i knowshe is concerned for me..&lt;br /&gt;she wants to help me.&lt;br /&gt;but i have my own social life to live..&lt;br /&gt;it is not something i wanna tell then can tell...&lt;br /&gt;it concerns more than jus me...&lt;br /&gt;it concerns everyone who knew...&lt;br /&gt;moreover... it concerns my relationship.&lt;br /&gt;if i tell her... things will turn bad...&lt;br /&gt;why must she keep asking me who i am smsing???&lt;br /&gt;JUS LEAVE ME ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;it is my life. i havea right to control it.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i lie it s someone else, i feel very guilty.&lt;br /&gt;i have never kept secrets from my mum...&lt;br /&gt;but its like lately&lt;br /&gt;to cover up my life, lies has come over me like a torrent of waves.&lt;br /&gt;i know many dun understand how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;i am like happy always...&lt;br /&gt;but when i am alone i feel very worried...&lt;br /&gt;for what i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;its just this creepy starnge hard feeling that i dun understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if wat the sms said is true..&lt;br /&gt;my whole life will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this yr is my life of changes.&lt;br /&gt;my dad's retiring.&lt;br /&gt;my mum may be starting to work again.&lt;br /&gt;i feel someone has taken over me... empowering my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;i've changed alot since i started at cedar...&lt;br /&gt;it has changed me alot...&lt;br /&gt;but these changes will affect my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;i know nobody will know how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;their parents work anyway, so nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;being with people makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;when i m alone, i feel very alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a not something everyone feels, so i understand if u dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out with a guy alone is something my mum will never ever allow.&lt;br /&gt;even if i beg her, she will not allow it.&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT IF I WANT TO???&lt;br /&gt;nobody understands me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i try.&lt;br /&gt;i try to be the best in everyti=hing.&lt;br /&gt;in all my maths classes, in school....&lt;br /&gt;its tough... but i can tell u i do this for myself.&lt;br /&gt;i do not like incentives.&lt;br /&gt;especially you stupid jackpot mr chua!&lt;br /&gt;i do werll for myself.&lt;br /&gt;not for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven been emo on blogposts alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;but this is for u to see.&lt;br /&gt;i am not always happy.&lt;br /&gt;even if u think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u try as well.&lt;br /&gt;and i thank u for it.&lt;br /&gt;i thank u for trying to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes u jus dun.&lt;br /&gt;i apologise if i hurt your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-5290668938092851672?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/5290668938092851672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=5290668938092851672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/5290668938092851672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/5290668938092851672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-2045118244212322117</id><published>2007-01-31T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:28:43.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ni hao...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to blog about alot of stuff.. but totally forgot about it...&lt;br /&gt;heehee...&lt;br /&gt;anyway... been daydreaming even more lately... can't stand it...&lt;br /&gt;even in sci prac lesson...&lt;br /&gt;and mrs yeo so boriing ...&lt;br /&gt;i purposely make mysef look stupid by asking why C is 4- and not 4+...&lt;br /&gt;jus to make myself awake...&lt;br /&gt;then mrs yeo tot i was some siao za bo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i think mdm nur very angry...&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;nvm la...dun think sad stuff liao...&lt;br /&gt;if not make myself feeleven worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i last time bochap to get into syf...&lt;br /&gt;now ah... i wanna get in like siao lor...&lt;br /&gt;and the funniest thing about it all is that i daydream even more bcos of that...&lt;br /&gt;i miss my old instrument...&lt;br /&gt;WHERE'S MY DARLING LAO GONG?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY HASN HE COME BACK HUH?!!!&lt;br /&gt;then thilanga or none of the ldrs knw when it'll be back...&lt;br /&gt;my darling saxophone lao gong....&lt;br /&gt;i miss feeling your body, kissiNg your mouthpiece, and feeling your neck!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SO SICK.&lt;br /&gt;no la.. its jus part of the instru...&lt;br /&gt;guitar is definitely the sickest instru...&lt;br /&gt;still have nuts LOL.&lt;br /&gt;then the body have "hourglass figure"&lt;br /&gt;guy and girl together-MIX... lol;)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;see how wu liao we can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... byebye:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-2045118244212322117?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/2045118244212322117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=2045118244212322117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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believe the answer is 1/25 for 2nd last qn...&lt;br /&gt;i feel so careless...&lt;br /&gt;the answer is obviously 1 for last qn but i still put 3.. so careless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acc to emily, cedar is going to move to whitley compound...&lt;br /&gt;walking distance from my house...&lt;br /&gt;but it looks so olllllddddd.... can't stand it...&lt;br /&gt;cedar rox la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;155 goes to victoria... scary...&lt;br /&gt;but (duh) i go opposite direction (HAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that stupid daniel choong think i still blocking him...i'm not lor....&lt;br /&gt;sheesh,,,&lt;br /&gt;wat an idiot,,,&lt;br /&gt;falsely accusing me... snph...&lt;br /&gt;he kee[smsing me all those frenship sms-es...&lt;br /&gt;so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;makes ,me pissed...&lt;br /&gt;gotta do  some chinese ws le...&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-3508432955630239298?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3508432955630239298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=3508432955630239298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3508432955630239298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/3508432955630239298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-6502238100010714225</id><published>2007-01-27T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T14:37:29.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jus changed to google account blogger thingy...&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;been thinking alot lately...&lt;br /&gt;daydreaming alot as well...&lt;br /&gt;looking into the past, thinking of the mistakes i had made...&lt;br /&gt;whether i could have responded differently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing a lot of the china students, vs ppl, tchers(even mdm teo!) and esp my cedar chiobus!!!&lt;br /&gt;esp after i played the minuet in d minor... play until i remeber so much i wanted to cry...&lt;br /&gt;i miss mdm teo!!! her late-coming attitude so on and so forth...&lt;br /&gt;she always come late for reading.... so we hav more time for reccess...&lt;br /&gt;sighs... now ah... mdm er is soooooo zhun shi...&lt;br /&gt;and not as sui bian as mdm teo...&lt;br /&gt;and force us to speak chinese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to enjoy jogging...&lt;br /&gt;surprising???&lt;br /&gt;i love chionging against sec1P&lt;br /&gt;we wanna beat them at their own game.&lt;br /&gt;muahahax. den we were singing the "f-u-c-k come on lets sing f-u-c-k"&lt;br /&gt;to the ymca tune...wat happened to a seemingly harmless song huh?&lt;br /&gt;i even enjoy running in ms poon's period! mad alr rite...ya, i agree...&lt;br /&gt;i also dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;now i dun mind running and all that...&lt;br /&gt;i think in ms poon's period i shud always run alone...&lt;br /&gt;run faster...&lt;br /&gt;cos lanxin and sherilyn always talking while running... waste so much energy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... surprisingly, i am starting to dislike maths, and love science. amazing??? yes... to think i'm the maths rep...&lt;br /&gt;and... i'm participating in HISTORY and GEOGRAPHY lessons... that's jus to make sure i dun fall asleep...&lt;br /&gt;and i am actually asking questions in science class!&lt;br /&gt;and... the wrost thing possible... i'm starting to hate maths... sighs...&lt;br /&gt;talk about changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't believe i used to ou siying... or anybody at that...&lt;br /&gt;only sherilyn can i beileve(hint hint:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus searched victoria under schools(other ) on friendster, and i was laughing like siao...cos i made a very funny observation that so many of them from victoria school go to victoria jc.&lt;br /&gt;i know... not funny, laugh wat.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno la...me this person very de high de...&lt;br /&gt;laugh at everything de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm high always... except during band...&lt;br /&gt;as in once band ends... i feel high again...&lt;br /&gt;lack of sms-ing syndrome la must be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy, cos i jus realised that ALTO 2 IS NEEDED IN SYF!!!&lt;br /&gt;that means no matter wat, its either hasia or i going for syf...&lt;br /&gt;julia is bao jin de...cos she know that yiddish dances so long le mah!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna work damn hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, to all those who STILL didn read wat the upcoming maths test is about,&lt;br /&gt;its about&lt;br /&gt;-arithmetic problems&lt;br /&gt;-congruency test&lt;br /&gt;-proportion(direct and inverse)&lt;br /&gt;so, must study ah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!!! go 2P'07&lt;br /&gt;i can really feel 2p's unitedness during jogging now...&lt;br /&gt;its good... very good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's OBVIOUS mr lim HATES me...&lt;br /&gt;i dun care...&lt;br /&gt;he's gonna hafta put up with me for the rest of the yr...&lt;br /&gt;i ain't gonna put up with HIM.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAX&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to listen to him closer la...&lt;br /&gt;and he was OBVIOUSLY refering to me when he said," some ppl think they know ah... but really, they still got a long way to go."&lt;br /&gt;me right?&lt;br /&gt;YA.&lt;br /&gt;i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later have science class...&lt;br /&gt;die... most likely hav to sit with those 2 boys from guy's school...&lt;br /&gt;the st andrew boy keep smiling at me...&lt;br /&gt;the maris stella boy dun look at me... he look at my answer.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;then copy everything down...&lt;br /&gt;i hop today not doing simultaneous equations... cos i do a totally different method from the tcher lo...&lt;br /&gt;i hope doing smth like indices... i like indices:)&lt;br /&gt;i hope that tcher can put me smwhere else leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;like with the rest of the girls...&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be a little odd there...&lt;br /&gt;why can't he put me with cherylyn??&lt;br /&gt;we're quite close frens le lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its good to hav sex. form the spiritual point of view, its actually the godly union of men and women. from the biological point of view, it is ensuring a new generation... if animals can do it, why can't humans??? u dun have to be so prudish about it... when u grow up i'm SURE u would want to have sex with your husband... its natural dear..."&lt;br /&gt;quote-my mum.&lt;br /&gt;she said that.&lt;br /&gt;she said sex is good.&lt;br /&gt;ths is my mum you are hearing.&lt;br /&gt;she and her worldly view of sex, which i totally dun support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this morning my dad brought home this pepper and salt holder which are in a form of a man and woman hugging each other...&lt;br /&gt;then it looked damn sick...&lt;br /&gt;my mum scolded me for mbeing so prudish.&lt;br /&gt;it looked SICK.&lt;br /&gt;really!!!&lt;br /&gt;heck it la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long....&lt;br /&gt;to end this post,&lt;br /&gt;i shall say: if u wanna ask me questions, sms me only during 6-9pm from mon-fri, full day on weekends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-6502238100010714225?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6502238100010714225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=6502238100010714225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6502238100010714225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/6502238100010714225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/01/jus-changed-to-google-account-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-116963611056526616</id><published>2007-01-24T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:55:14.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOSSSS DARLINGS:)&lt;br /&gt;ok. i sound like hasia huh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to act like miss crocker in ROTHMC.&lt;br /&gt;putting myself into the character... u know...&lt;br /&gt;even tho i'm not supposed to act as her... well... i'm the scriptwriter aren't i?? so i hav to put myself into character to write wat she really might say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy science lessons...&lt;br /&gt;really... even tho she kees repeating her points, the way she stares at ppl make sure they dun daydream...&lt;br /&gt;hence i quite like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not supposed to be here.&lt;br /&gt;supposed t be typing lit skit..&lt;br /&gt;but u know... slacking abit doesn hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. byebye. so short. but byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-116963611056526616?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/116963611056526616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=116963611056526616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116963611056526616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116963611056526616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/01/helloooossss-darlings-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-116943373468274122</id><published>2007-01-22T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:42:15.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HA.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ZHANYU'FLIRTATIOUS FRIEND'S BLOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;so funny, so ridiculous, so emo...&lt;br /&gt;sherilyn n i were like discussing it in class...&lt;br /&gt;when we got to the chicken wing part,&lt;br /&gt;we started laughing,&lt;br /&gt;cos we kept saying he wants to hug chicken wing... FUNNY CAN???&lt;br /&gt;its like he wants to hug that piece of meat...&lt;br /&gt;even lanxin was laughing jus nw when i let her see...&lt;br /&gt;stupuid la...&lt;br /&gt;we wee studying it as a literature text::)&lt;br /&gt;drawing inferecnces and all....&lt;br /&gt;then we said he was desoerate, because, he has so many girls in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, he is extremely fliratious, " i admit i hav smth for stroking girls hair...""&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, he is shy, bcos he felt so paise when huisha paid for him.&lt;br /&gt;so on and so foruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who wish to know more,&lt;br /&gt;please visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thoughtstoopainful.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thoughtstoopainful.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;for sure you will laugh til u can't laugh any more...&lt;br /&gt;**only suitable for girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-116943373468274122?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/116943373468274122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=116943373468274122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116943373468274122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116943373468274122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/01/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-116938192395867619</id><published>2007-01-21T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:18:45.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm happy... even when i'm depressed&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy... even when i'm angry&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy... even when i'm sad&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy... even when i'm by myself&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy... even when i do not want to&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy... even when my heart is totally broken&lt;br /&gt;but now, i am truly happy! ok. craP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was stupid AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;can take taxi( smmore got so many)&lt;br /&gt;i take bus...&lt;br /&gt;aiyo&lt;br /&gt;take taxi dunneed to walk&lt;br /&gt;take bus need,&lt;br /&gt;i still take.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID ANOT&lt;br /&gt;last fri,&lt;br /&gt;got bus AND mrt i walk... damn stupid&lt;br /&gt;bad sense of common sense... lol&lt;br /&gt;at least i didn go traipsing all around spore like i did with emily on 154(HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's coming back tonight...&lt;br /&gt;10+&lt;br /&gt;i'm so missing her. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb when i was p4, my mum went away as well,&lt;br /&gt;i cried myself to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;now, i dun even think about her...&lt;br /&gt;wah piang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to the sax version of titanic... damn emo la...&lt;br /&gt;the sax sounds very full of emotions...&lt;br /&gt;the high n low very good.. portrays the sadness well...&lt;br /&gt;i jus realised i'm good in one thing-&lt;br /&gt;no matter how pathetic the matter is,&lt;br /&gt;i can write it n describe it till it seems an amzing thing...&lt;br /&gt;good skill anot??/ lolx... stupid can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya...&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about ytd science lesson&lt;br /&gt;MR CHUA.&lt;br /&gt;I DUN CARE WAT U THINK ABOUT ME USING SUBSTITUITION STUPID SIMULTANEOUS EQUATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;i did it so much better than all the rest when ALL the rest couldn even solve it.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;anyway... at least he said i'm qualified to do substituition method:)&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;thst one thing u said good about me...&lt;br /&gt;made me less angry..&lt;br /&gt;hee:)&lt;br /&gt;then he put me in second table- those that hav the ability to do well, but jus dun listen.&lt;br /&gt;ME? DUN LISTEN?&lt;br /&gt;DOES HE KNOW WHO'S TOP IN CLASS ANOT?&lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;obviously NOT.&lt;br /&gt;i am so gonna prove to ALL OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;muahahax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-116938192395867619?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/116938192395867619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=116938192395867619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116938192395867619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116938192395867619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-116929770341877515</id><published>2007-01-20T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:55:03.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;U GUYS ARE DEAD&lt;br /&gt;DEAD&lt;br /&gt;DEAD&lt;br /&gt;DEAD&lt;br /&gt;HE SO DIDN MSG ME WADEVA U THOUGHT HE MSG ME...&lt;br /&gt;u see la zhanyu...&lt;br /&gt;now ppl angry liao&lt;br /&gt;u see la&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;U IDIOTS&lt;br /&gt;U FUCKERS LA&lt;br /&gt;U CAN GO DIE&lt;br /&gt;I WILL DIE FIRST&lt;br /&gt;SI GEI NI MEN KAN&lt;br /&gt;DIE ALE&lt;br /&gt;ALR&lt;br /&gt;ALR&lt;br /&gt;ALR&lt;br /&gt;DIIIIIEEEE&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA KILL PPL!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was damn happy until i READ ALL THOSE TAGS&lt;br /&gt;N I REALISED WAT&lt;br /&gt;ALLL OF U THOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;AH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: THE 3 WORDS 8 LETTERS IS WAT&lt;u&gt; I THINK!!!!!&lt;/u&gt; NOT WAT THE MSG CONTAINED!!!WHY ART THOU SO SI BAN????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM CURRENTLY EXTREMELY ANGRY WITH ALL OF U WHO TAGGED. ESP CHEW ZHANYU!!! U R DEAD. DEAD...AND JESSICA. TMR I'M GONNA KILL U AND SHOW UR BLOOD TO THK. DEAD PPL. DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE U GUYS...&lt;br /&gt;I HATE U...&lt;br /&gt;now i kinda xi qi liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya...&lt;br /&gt;my brother almost read my inbox lor...&lt;br /&gt;walao&lt;br /&gt;if he read my inbox,&lt;br /&gt;ALL my secrets will be spread to this world...&lt;br /&gt;n i in turn will be killed by mum...&lt;br /&gt;he was jus a few msgs from the scary part...&lt;br /&gt;and i snatched it from him jus b4 he got there... thk god.&lt;br /&gt;he only read "how u noe?"&lt;br /&gt;b4 i snatched...but of course he's quite lame brain did not realise many of the names blonged to the sam eperson.&lt;br /&gt;so he didn know&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAx&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting angry.&lt;br /&gt;everytine i talk to zhanyu i will get angry&lt;br /&gt;its not the with daniel choong kind of angry&lt;br /&gt;is the mei ban fa angry&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T U JUS TELL ME???&lt;br /&gt;WATS UR PROBLEM&lt;br /&gt;i jus xi qi now i'm angry again.&lt;br /&gt;haiyo&lt;br /&gt;i live a life of ups n downs&lt;br /&gt;ah... nvm... i dun hav to be the san ba po of the history... dun need to know who everyone likes...&lt;br /&gt;i sha;ll not write smth down... lest sheriel kill me...&lt;br /&gt;but i must say... a very good artist huh.&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;i'll write in my diary:)&lt;br /&gt;all the tangled connections:)&lt;br /&gt;ok ok... jokin...&lt;br /&gt;can u believe it??/&lt;br /&gt;without any prior arrangement, binghong n zhanyu started talking bout the vsco to me... AT THE SAME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;i can't go la...&lt;br /&gt;boohoos...&lt;br /&gt;for the first time i'm not interested inweddings!!1&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is go watch concert with my frens!!!&lt;br /&gt;sighs sighs sighs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting bored watching weddings...&lt;br /&gt;to think i yearned to go for weddings in the past...&lt;br /&gt;boring la boring la&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye!&lt;br /&gt;ps. my mumcoming back tomorrow... sighs no more freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-116929770341877515?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/116929770341877515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=116929770341877515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116929770341877515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116929770341877515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/01/ahhhhh-u-guys-are-dead-dead-dead-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-116921727107268589</id><published>2007-01-19T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:34:32.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u know wat.&lt;br /&gt;i read his sms in engkish class n got so high,&lt;br /&gt;... smiling to myself... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;me:-reading msg, smiling away-&lt;br /&gt;guy who watches porn: sm1 today very happy hoh.&lt;br /&gt;me; -smile politely-&lt;br /&gt;the quite cute guy opposite me: huh?&lt;br /&gt;guy who watches porn: she ah... keep saying , " i very happy i very happy i very happy..."&lt;br /&gt;me: I SIAO CANNOT ISSIT?&lt;br /&gt;all the guys: HAHAHA.-bursts into laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao....i high cannot is it??? must be cool all the time is it??? i very de emo de...so cannot leng jing xia lai...&lt;br /&gt;kept thinkig of the 3 words 8 letters i m so not supposed to think of...&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;then i wanted to read it again at the underpass... but saw those few boys tt laughed at me...&lt;br /&gt;so i decided not to read it n go even higher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! having lunch with lanxin, my sot sot friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;i realised only with lanxin then i hav lots to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;with sherilyn n joey got nth much to...&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;went to 6e class blog.&lt;br /&gt;DEAD... tsk tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;its been very fun... freaking out. lol&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of those freaking out aftyer seeing #2.&lt;br /&gt;boy. must be ages since i last blogged bout the numbers...&lt;br /&gt;aiyo..times have passed man... times have gone...&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;i rmb wanting to go for band so much in chi9na.&lt;br /&gt;now i come back ah...&lt;br /&gt;BORING.&lt;br /&gt;boring boring boring.&lt;br /&gt;baiyang damn cute la...&lt;br /&gt;she sms me: ma1, jun4ying3 ji4 guo4 lai2 yi4 feng1 xin4.&lt;br /&gt;send wrong lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;she wanna send to her mum end up sending to me...&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;during jogging today funny la&lt;br /&gt;we were like quarreling with 2O over who came first&lt;br /&gt;den we came up with this new cheer!&lt;br /&gt;' we hav come first&lt;br /&gt;we hav coime first than sec2O&lt;br /&gt;we had come to show our pwr,&lt;br /&gt;but 2O was too kiasu!"&lt;br /&gt;jokin only... no hard feelings...&lt;br /&gt;its to the "we are the girls" cheer...&lt;br /&gt;stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;kinda proud of it...&lt;br /&gt;then we wanted to beat 2O in their cheers cos we REALLY did come first..&lt;br /&gt;then lanxin n i keep starting until i no li liao&lt;br /&gt;we like acting comedy for seniors to see like tt... let them laugh at us...&lt;br /&gt;but not bad... i think today after running i feel very good&lt;br /&gt;THEN TT 1P LA&lt;br /&gt;our descendants smmore ok???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OVERTAKE US.&lt;br /&gt;zhao si ah.&lt;br /&gt;2P rox lor. not like ur irritating 1P&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;this yr sec1s very attitude lor&lt;br /&gt;"u go band swat flies one ah?"&lt;br /&gt;U WANNA ZHAO SI AH???&lt;br /&gt;band where got swat flies.&lt;br /&gt;u think anybody can play instrument in one day issit?&lt;br /&gt;the rest of time is sit down there swat flies ah.&lt;br /&gt;I TOT MY BATCH WAS ATTITUDE.&lt;br /&gt;this is like 100 TIMES WORSE????&lt;br /&gt;i admit i was quite attitude ...&lt;br /&gt;but... those ppl are so gonna die lor.&lt;br /&gt;i'll make sure they die with bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there can be miracles, when u believe..."&lt;br /&gt;i believed... n it finally did come through...&lt;br /&gt;i prayed... n it did happen...&lt;br /&gt;i cried... n my wishes were true...&lt;br /&gt;wat more can i ask for?&lt;br /&gt;i look at my frens,&lt;br /&gt;lanxin, i feel so sorry for u... esp tt neixiang person...&lt;br /&gt;we dun need guys to survive ppl!!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;coming from me that sounds very flimsy huh.&lt;br /&gt;today i very de stupid la...&lt;br /&gt;hectic...&lt;br /&gt;i can tak bus, i dun take...&lt;br /&gt;can take mrt i oso dun take...&lt;br /&gt;stupid anot???&lt;br /&gt;i ming ming can get home in 10min&lt;br /&gt;i WALK home.&lt;br /&gt;stupid rite?&lt;br /&gt;reach home 30min. STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;i thot itwas quite breezy&lt;br /&gt;so wanted to walk&lt;br /&gt;jus when there wa no more bus or mrt, the wind stop, N IT WANTED TO RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;stupid? YES.&lt;br /&gt;VERY.&lt;br /&gt;den go home eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;less than 20min time, i went out again&lt;br /&gt;for english class...&lt;br /&gt;then chiong back after class jus to use comp&lt;br /&gt;STUPID RITE...&lt;br /&gt;i am so computer-deprived...&lt;br /&gt;haii...&lt;br /&gt;kawaii ne!&lt;br /&gt;learn this from lanxin after reading zhanyu's flirtatious fren's(hey alliteration!)blog...&lt;br /&gt;i seriously didn noe wat kawaii ne means...&lt;br /&gt;then she told me during art, then showed an example: "like u find ___ kawaii ne!"&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO SMACK HER FACE WITH THE PAINT.&lt;br /&gt;that would so serve her rite...&lt;br /&gt;all i did was shove her away...&lt;br /&gt;today during piano class jus so couldn't concentrate...&lt;br /&gt;jus kept thinking of the 3words 8letters..&lt;br /&gt;until ms rachel was quite pissed off and wanted me to play the part over n over again...&lt;br /&gt;actually i dunno y i jus can't play lor&lt;br /&gt;i practised tt part so many times,&lt;br /&gt;but still fumbling away...&lt;br /&gt;mayb cos i was smwhere else...*drifts off*&lt;br /&gt;lol... kkz... gtg... byebye!&lt;br /&gt;heehee!!!&lt;br /&gt;kawaii ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-116921727107268589?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/116921727107268589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=116921727107268589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116921727107268589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116921727107268589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/01/u-know-wat.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-116908807645290330</id><published>2007-01-18T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:28:16.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. yay!!&lt;br /&gt;i feel so high now!!!&lt;br /&gt;at first i was so sad tt i didn bring my hp to school&lt;br /&gt;then i suddenyl feel tt surge of high-ness in me.&lt;br /&gt;freaky...&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm still damn high...&lt;br /&gt;mayb cos jus b4 i got high it was chi class,&lt;br /&gt;n ellyn , celeste n yaoying angered me by saying ohmygosh together, jus to stop me writing my fav kind of chi words.&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY.&lt;br /&gt;now happy liao!!!&lt;br /&gt;yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;mayb cos i was daydreaming a bit...&lt;br /&gt;actually i still dunno whether i can go for the vsco concert thing,&lt;br /&gt;cos its on a sunday, n unless i pon my expensive chinese class or beg my mum, i wun be able to go.&lt;br /&gt;now i feel worried...&lt;br /&gt;aiya...i really really wanna go!!!&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;even michelle the study lunatic wants to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;y can't i go then?&lt;br /&gt;aiyo...&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;now my mum and dad is in thailand playing golf...&lt;br /&gt;freedom is so hard to come by...&lt;br /&gt;i have half a mind to pon one tuition.&lt;br /&gt;i still rmb the stupid SME period la...&lt;br /&gt;" why do u feel pornography is bad?"&lt;br /&gt;so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;then we were like discussing tt guys watch it to fufil their sexual desires.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i think its damn fun man...&lt;br /&gt;then iwas like saying i watch porn everyday, cos my bro strip right in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;until ms poon told us tt porn is actually things tt arouses sexual desire n activity...&lt;br /&gt;looking at my brother DOES NOT make me wanna hav sex lor.&lt;br /&gt;more like make me not want to hav sex ever.&lt;br /&gt;i think ms poon is damn sick???&lt;br /&gt;cos she say a woman touching the male sexual organ.&lt;br /&gt;its like... HELLO??? U'RE TEACHING A FEMALE CLASS HERE???&lt;br /&gt;y would we even want to watch porn???&lt;br /&gt;its more about &lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt; than guys rite?&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;school is like... as usual la...&lt;br /&gt;luckily auditions not ytd..cos ytd i was so emo la...&lt;br /&gt;emo-ing thruout the whole band pract...&lt;br /&gt;i today quite high, so i hoped it will be today...&lt;br /&gt;quite scared actually...but still ...early better than late...&lt;br /&gt;i henceforth conclude, that there shall be no alto 2s in syf, due to the lack of quality in their playing.&lt;br /&gt;me la, that is...&lt;br /&gt;n, i'm so sorry, but i hardly see julia around...&lt;br /&gt;moreover, hasia is worse than me, n i'm already quite bad...&lt;br /&gt;the alto1s are like pro ppl???&lt;br /&gt;livia is like WOW.&lt;br /&gt;i think if livia come into alto2(of course not) she would find it chicken la...&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried for tenor... alot...&lt;br /&gt;lavaneiya, i m sorry to say, is not tt good a player, while madeline, who plays tenor so much better is in baritone....&lt;br /&gt;aiyo...i miss shaza more than i miss siying.&lt;br /&gt;ytd siying came bak, n i was thinking: is this who i ou-ed last time???????&lt;br /&gt;wah piang...&lt;br /&gt;my taste was so bad....&lt;br /&gt;same goes for AKJ.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk...&lt;br /&gt;akj is seriously the worst choice EVER.&lt;br /&gt;so jess, stop teasing me liao.&lt;br /&gt;cos currently i hate him...&lt;br /&gt;the more i c him, the morei feel grossed out by him...&lt;br /&gt;not like i feel lanxin's choice is any better...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;dun kill me.&lt;br /&gt;lolxxx...jus jkn...&lt;br /&gt;i think the china exchange students from cedar are gonna be so bonded...&lt;br /&gt;6/10 of the students are ion maths olympiad...&lt;br /&gt;SO IS SHERILYN!&lt;br /&gt;hoorays!&lt;br /&gt;lanxin can go siam.&lt;br /&gt;TEH LANXIN:&lt;br /&gt;u ah...u ah&lt;br /&gt;tell him i got so sian bcos i hav no hp.&lt;br /&gt;u wanna die issit???&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;i think michelle and i have currently swapped roles.&lt;br /&gt;tsk...&lt;br /&gt;china exhange students-u know wat i mean.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad now i know how ______ has been treating michelle!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway... during today's band pract, wanning taught hasia n i movement 1 of yiddish dances.&lt;br /&gt;then huijun was teaching livia...&lt;br /&gt;then they started "quarreling"... and wanning drew on the file!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA...i wanna die laughing liao...&lt;br /&gt;damn funny la...&lt;br /&gt;then as usual saxophone was the last sectn to return to bandroom...&lt;br /&gt;then as usual everyone was staring at us...&lt;br /&gt;then as usual we got quite embarrassed, or rather hasia n i:)&lt;br /&gt;those seniors of mine are so cute n so funny!&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to like all those ppl i used to hate last yr!&lt;br /&gt;hasia, yanru, emily...&lt;br /&gt;its weird..i guess i hav changed my perspective alot every since i entered cedar, more so after chinatrip.&lt;br /&gt;ok. so now everything is chinatrip.&lt;br /&gt;even science lesson...&lt;br /&gt;i dun understand y ppl dun like mrs yeo...&lt;br /&gt;i think she smile damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;i understand what she's trying to get at...&lt;br /&gt;but the rest of the class apparently doesn...&lt;br /&gt;its not hard to listen to her.&lt;br /&gt;jus hav the mentality u really wanna do well in sci, n listening will be easy. really&lt;br /&gt;today i really go high la...&lt;br /&gt;then i was like skipping around the whole class room block.&lt;br /&gt;livia looked v freaked out... seeing me jumping up n down..&lt;br /&gt;lanxin said that i must be love-deprived, or rather i drew tt conclusion from where she was going.&lt;br /&gt;then just just now i realised i look very much like tt yinjin in sweet potato boy...&lt;br /&gt;skipping here n there like siao woman...&lt;br /&gt;seriously la.&lt;br /&gt;looked siao like toot.&lt;br /&gt;to think ytd i was depressed.&lt;br /&gt;that chandel michelle n sheriel finds those msgs SO SWEEEEET!!&lt;br /&gt;i find  it so freaky.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;nobody EVER praises me..&lt;br /&gt;besides my parents n maths tcher...&lt;br /&gt;n suddenly sm1 praised me i started freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;MY PHONE CANNOT SEND LIAO!&lt;br /&gt;fuck it la.&lt;br /&gt;prepaid card money use up liao&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;si diao le.&lt;br /&gt;iused $18 in 1 week!i can't believe...&lt;br /&gt;$18 can  last me a month!&lt;br /&gt;i've spent toooo much money le la.&lt;br /&gt;sms-ing everyday!!!&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;how to doo????&lt;br /&gt;lanxin: JUS WRITE A LINE OF THE SCENE U R GONNA DO. ok? sorry can't reply u.&lt;br /&gt;shit.die alr!&lt;br /&gt;i'm depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;my brother is peeping at wat i'm typing..&lt;br /&gt;qu si ba!&lt;br /&gt;lolx&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;die le.&lt;br /&gt;gtg do science hw now...&lt;br /&gt;show tt i understand&lt;br /&gt;muahahax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-116908807645290330?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/116908807645290330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=116908807645290330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116908807645290330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116908807645290330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok_18.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-116904323480312089</id><published>2007-01-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:13:58.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO.&lt;br /&gt;the more i know about the whole case the more i get angry.&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF U KNEW.&lt;br /&gt;except me&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;none&lt;/u&gt; of u, i repeat, &lt;u&gt;none&lt;/u&gt; of u told me.&lt;br /&gt;ITS EITHER ALL OF U R DARN PRO AT KEEPING SECRETS,&lt;br /&gt;or i m so stupid to not notice.&lt;br /&gt;now, zhanyu is trying to kill me by saying i shud go steady with him.&lt;br /&gt;my expression:-.-"""&lt;br /&gt;lame can.&lt;br /&gt;i wun ever go steady with a guy till after jc...&lt;br /&gt;heehee:)&lt;br /&gt;ok wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;i m too overwhelmed to say anything else, hence i shall stop at this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-116904323480312089?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/116904323480312089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=116904323480312089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116904323480312089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116904323480312089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-116892496113360292</id><published>2007-01-16T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:04:41.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KNOW LIAO.&lt;br /&gt;hoorays.&lt;br /&gt;i beat u:)&lt;br /&gt;i foubnd out wat u were hiding.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;then i felt so damn guilty can?&lt;br /&gt;for saying tt i dun wanna sms him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;THAT MICHELLE.&lt;br /&gt;U.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;found out liao lolololo&lt;br /&gt;then after tt lanxin keep teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;then i shou bu liao le, hence,&lt;br /&gt;i. sms-ed.&lt;br /&gt;i m such a weak soul&lt;br /&gt;so weak man.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even keep my own promises...&lt;br /&gt;so untrustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk,...&lt;br /&gt;i just read a msg.&lt;br /&gt;n i feel sickened by it.&lt;br /&gt;*pukes*&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in school la...&lt;br /&gt;heck...&lt;br /&gt;then damn scared some prefects come inn see...&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;sadness...&lt;br /&gt;hee:)&lt;br /&gt;i decided to be THE TOP for maths &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i can fail chinese all i care.&lt;br /&gt;just as long as i dun fail english n get kicked out of cedar.&lt;br /&gt;n geog.&lt;br /&gt;i dun care bout humanities.&lt;br /&gt;they r so not impt to me.&lt;br /&gt;i stil rmb in pri4 ,&lt;br /&gt;i told my fren whose sis was doing psle then,&lt;br /&gt;"actually isn't streaming more impt than psle?&lt;br /&gt;cos in psle u r guranteed a place in a school,&lt;br /&gt;but in streaming, u do not know whether u can get into a good stream."&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;i think its the same for o's n streaming in sec2.&lt;br /&gt;cos streaming determines the subjs n r taking for the rest of ur education,&lt;br /&gt;while o's determines how good u r at it.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;i know ppl find this crap.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that o's aren't impt...&lt;br /&gt;just saying tt i find streaming more impt...&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i must concentrate on maths now...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get top 50% in lvl...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get top in maths in lvl.&lt;br /&gt;i dun care...&lt;br /&gt;smtimes my mum doesn understand me...&lt;br /&gt;she feels tt languages are more impt over any other subjs.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel tt developing passion for wat u love is more impt...&lt;br /&gt;like my coz...they suck at studies la...&lt;br /&gt;but their music-superb...&lt;br /&gt;they play sax n trumpet respectively(they're twins)&lt;br /&gt;i think it rox...&lt;br /&gt;cos i hav another coz who play sax!!!&lt;br /&gt;rox.:):):)&lt;br /&gt;my paternal side lotsa ppl play music instruments...&lt;br /&gt;my 3rd oldest coz plays flute,&lt;br /&gt;2nd oldest guy coz play tuba(HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;his bro plays erhu(heeeee)&lt;br /&gt;his two sis plays sax n trumpet respectively.&lt;br /&gt;i play sax!! yaya!!!&lt;br /&gt;i think i siao liao...&lt;br /&gt;v siao.&lt;br /&gt;heehee:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tts all. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-116892496113360292?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/116892496113360292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=116892496113360292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116892496113360292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116892496113360292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-know-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-116886322846295350</id><published>2007-01-15T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:13:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;u hav smth u r hiding from me.&lt;br /&gt;what? i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;U. are trying to keep it from me.&lt;br /&gt;what? i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I DO KNOW ISSS.&lt;br /&gt;U. are making things hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS IT U R HIDING???&lt;br /&gt;PLEEEAAASE DUN HIDE FROM ME.&lt;br /&gt;frens are supposed to share secrets.&lt;br /&gt;i know u must be keeping tt secret from me for goodwill,&lt;br /&gt;but pleeaase.&lt;br /&gt;wat is it???&lt;br /&gt;my heart has broken so many times one more time wun make a diff.&lt;br /&gt;pls.&lt;br /&gt;tell me ok?&lt;br /&gt;i beg u.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on my knees trying to beg to u.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;i know u r keeping smth la.&lt;br /&gt;just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;ok?&lt;br /&gt;just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;i already dun hav a crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;i dun like him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;it wun break my heart, i promise u.&lt;br /&gt;just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;please. just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;i beg of u.&lt;br /&gt;SHERIEL! MICHELLE! CHANDEL!&lt;br /&gt;u know wat i am feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;i m not angry bcos he likes sm1else.&lt;br /&gt;i m angry. bcos. of. U.&lt;br /&gt;OK?&lt;br /&gt;SO JUST TELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;its getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;everynoght i cannot fall asleep bcos of tt.&lt;br /&gt;u wna me to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;pls la pls la...&lt;br /&gt;i nvr begged anyone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;now i m la ok???&lt;br /&gt;please tell me!&lt;br /&gt;i need it.&lt;br /&gt;i dun care about him.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna care about him for tt one last time.&lt;br /&gt;wat r u hiding from me????&lt;br /&gt;i beg . i beg.&lt;br /&gt;just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;just tell me .&lt;br /&gt;is it so hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-116886322846295350?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/116886322846295350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=116886322846295350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116886322846295350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116886322846295350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23572612.post-116869987573647218</id><published>2007-01-13T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:51:16.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;i just saw nike advertisement "JUST DO IT" on the adverts msn flashed out.&lt;br /&gt;ok. sick.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering y anybody would want tt as their adverts.&lt;br /&gt;make it sound like a condom advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, induction went all right.&lt;br /&gt;not bad la my playing. just tt i woke up at 7.05 and was supposed to reach sch by 7.30.&lt;br /&gt;made baolin n emily wait so long can???&lt;br /&gt;paise si le.&lt;br /&gt;but still reached school early-cos i skipped breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;i think blowing saxophone make me not as hungry as b4&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm actually "eating" my saliva la.&lt;br /&gt;LOLx&lt;br /&gt;of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school's been damn damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;band's been slightly better..&lt;br /&gt;if not everythingis just BORING.&lt;br /&gt;sian si ren le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm&lt;br /&gt;i didn know i was so popular!!!&lt;br /&gt;everybody want me to update my blog...&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;didn manage to use comp cos mum didn allow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously got nth to say la huh...&lt;br /&gt;just tt today during sci class had a "quarrel: with my sci tcher in front of a class of students&lt;br /&gt;over marriage between nurses n doctors.&lt;br /&gt;lolx&lt;br /&gt;i used baiyang's parents as example...&lt;br /&gt;HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;until he hav nth to say liao...&lt;br /&gt;till he agree wih me&lt;br /&gt;then i'm the only one then got chromium hydroxide rite!!!&lt;br /&gt;in the whole class of 16 students...&lt;br /&gt;muahahaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23572612-116869987573647218?l=iwishformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/feeds/116869987573647218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23572612&amp;postID=116869987573647218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116869987573647218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23572612/posts/default/116869987573647218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwishformore.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok_13.html' title=''/><author><name>LJY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01965041083462308721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
