<?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-6803368</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:49:34.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x`tine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803368.post-116029169525263853</id><published>2006-10-08T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T15:14:55.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-116029169525263853?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/116029169525263853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=116029169525263853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/116029169525263853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/116029169525263853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115954230303654682</id><published>2006-09-29T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:05:03.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blogging twice in a day. i must be quite mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there's something wrong with me. the more people around me mug, the more i &lt;em&gt;don't want to&lt;/em&gt;. i'm serious. i just feel this strong need to get away from this mugging and concentrated environment i'm stuck in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cravings and an inexplicable need to get out of my house( cheh what inexplicable. i just need an excuse not to study. ) made me pop down to 7-11 with shuuji just now. and the 7-11 cashier was bitchy to me. so i inconvenienced her. and she rolled her goldfish-huge eyes at me. like, &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;. yes, WHATEVERRRR to you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm so bored. i don't want to study. please stop saying things like, "JIAYOU JIAYOU!", "ahhhhhhh... i'm so stressed.....", " promos i die already!" can? because you don't know you died when you haven't even done the papers dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115954230303654682?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115954230303654682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115954230303654682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115954230303654682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115954230303654682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/09/blogging-twice-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115953595685206653</id><published>2006-09-29T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:19:16.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday, while having a free period, mr heng was nice enough to give me and jiayi a lesson on lino-printing! it's tingxi's A level work, which was also what i was totally smitten by. anyway, it's SUPER DIFFICULT okay, so i might have second thoughts about that. i wonder if i'm game enough to try it, cause the end product is extremely fascinating. it's like wood carving, except on rubber. so yeah. rubber carving. OMG it's effing difficult, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today, it was consultation in the morning with mr fazli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my logarithms suck. i even hate the word "logarithms". it's so ugly and the spelling sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;met sally and zukai at the airport to study study. maybe i should've gone to the library with siru and rachel instead. OI PEOPLE! next time we go national library okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOHOHO. guess who else was on the same train as sally and zukai. we followed her twin eye-candies(TWINS you know. buy 1 get 1 free leh.) to macdonalds. no, i'm kidding it was a coincidence. ate lunch and studied till the manager came along and told us to scram. okay la, he said it more politely, but the idea's basically the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and the you-know-whos didn't get chased out la! WTH. (here sally will argue that the world is biased towards beautiful people, to which i will roll my eyes and tell her they're ugly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we walked to burger king's, the coffee bean, swenson's, starbucks, but all had full houses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;finally, we settled at pacific cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i got stuck at geography-globalisation because IT SUCKS. AND EVERYONE KNOWS THAT. DON'T YOU. i didn't understand an ounce of what the notes were saying, sally got 2 of her geography friends, jacob and jeremy, both of whom suck at geography(i didn't say that, they said that.) &lt;em&gt;it was very productive indeed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but like, 10 seconds after that, &lt;em&gt;WE GOT CHASED OUT AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;(%^&amp;amp;*$%^ @#@$%!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so we decided to give up and go home. that's it. next time, national library, here i come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUT.&lt;em&gt; it was very productive, indeed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh yeah. the promotional exams start on monday! it's GP on monday and i'm totally screwed. HAH i'm screwed for nearly every subject la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115953595685206653?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115953595685206653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115953595685206653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115953595685206653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115953595685206653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-while-having-free-period-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115936716044778284</id><published>2006-09-27T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:32:55.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;berb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;today was major ponning day for my class! 14 people turned up out of 26. i haven't seen such low attendance since the MI days. anyhow, tomorrow's the last day of school before the promos and i'm pretty sure hardly anyone's going to turn up. knowing my mum, she'll probably drag me up from bed and force me to go to school. and since i don't like lying to my mum, i'll probably just.... go to school la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;promomomomomomomomos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;like mr rajesh says, i don't think it's worth it skipping school to stay home and study for the promos either. come on, it's just a minor stepping stone towards so many other more major events in your life. contrary to popular belief, if you fail the promos, &lt;em&gt;it's not the end of the world&lt;/em&gt;. there's so much more to life than good grades, and so many people around don't realise that. of course, getting good grades is important, but hey, everyone has limits. if you've reached your limit, don't push yourself till you break. know what i mean? people should realise that la. there's so much more to life than getting As and Bs(and in my case, Es HAHA.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;oh well. it's not as if my short lil paragraph will change the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OH YUCK YUCK YUCKADOODLEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this week has been super boring la. i had no lesson today except literature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and mugging &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; isn't my thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i like this colour today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115936716044778284?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115936716044778284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115936716044778284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115936716044778284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115936716044778284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/09/berb-today-was-major-ponning-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115909690624463463</id><published>2006-09-24T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:21:46.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ROARRRRRRRRRRR. i hate exams, cause it means people see how smart i really am(not!) heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was spent studying at the national library with siru and rachel! okay i must complain about the rules they have there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPRAIN COMPRAIN COMPRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;what to do, i'm singaporean what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to go into the arts reference section because we were studying art la. but the security guard said they apparently don't allow you to bring your notes inside. he basically checked everyone and their stuff before going through. like airport like that. i even had to spread my jacket out to show him that &lt;em&gt;no, i do not have notes folded in the creases of my jacket. WOW&lt;/em&gt;. even laptop bags are checked! and like, you can only bring in blank fullscap paper *rolls eyes* seriously! what's the rationale behind all this? pfft. rationale. we should do a project work project on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but (again being singaporean haha!) i die die wanted to bring my notes in there so i wore siru's loose(and very comfy) sweater and stuffed my geog file in there. if i used my own jacket, there would've been this square popping out of my body. (ahem. people very thin la.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! i really should pay more attention in class. if it isn't already too late. i didn't even know which artists were going to be tested for the promos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see if i get it right- abstract: jackson pollock, constantine brancusi, piet mondrain, realistic: duane hanson, chuck close, rene magritte, new media: marcel duchamp(haha everybody's favourite sia.), damien hirst( cruelty to animals!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. urinals are swimming around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i don't care everyone must see these cool works man! ART 101!heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/untitled.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"La Magie Noire" rene magritte&lt;br /&gt;i love this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="78" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/untitled1.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"The House of Glass" rene magritte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="105" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/untitled2.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Mother &amp; Child" damien hirst&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to enlarge this picture for fear of puking okay. damien hirst is SO disgusting, okay. this is a cow(or some animal) &lt;em&gt;cut in half&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;CUT IN HALF&lt;/em&gt;. sadist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/urinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/urinal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Fountain" marcel duchamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah yeah. everyone's favourite cheekopek. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115909690624463463?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115909690624463463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115909690624463463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115909690624463463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115909690624463463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/09/roarrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115883504587466456</id><published>2006-09-21T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:37:25.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i haven't blogged in nearly 1 week and this &lt;em&gt;will not do&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no that was random okay! i don't really mean to say that to anyone. well, not until i have someone to say it to. speaking of which, STOP THE DAMN DISGUSTING CONVERSATION IN THE TAGBOARD CAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;boys. BOYS ARE STUPID! and no, &lt;em&gt;no boy&lt;/em&gt; is to comment on that! STUPID BOYS. stupid little boys belong in the corner or the corridor reflecting on their stupid actions, not my tagboard. my tagboard only allow smart little boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today's thursday! and today's a special day! HAH. tonight there's this totally &lt;em&gt;HOT&lt;/em&gt; show called "Prison Break" which, plot-wise, just could be the next "Lost". yessssssssss. thursday nights are always fantastic, cause i go to bed with mysterious plots and characters and cliffhangers swimming around in my brain. too bad i never dream about any of them. oh by the way, the lead actor of "Prison Break" -i shall find out his name!- is also freaking hot. never mind that his whole upper body is tattooed- it's for the show only. not the point. the point is- you can see the tattoos- which means, he takes off his shirt! HAHAHAHA. so not funny. but you know, as they say, beauty isn't skin deep, it's tattoo deep! HAHAHAHAHAHA eh today my 6th sense isn't working. my sense of sight, taste, hearing, smell, touch and my beloved but retarded sense of humour! today it's really off man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so. "Prison Break". watch it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm craving for shoppingggggggggggggggggggggg. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh WOW. Te-MUG-sek jc has decided that since all of its students are freaky muggers who simply love burying their faces in books(don't look at me okay!), to give everyone a study break of a grand total of....................1 day! OH WOW YAY. and mjc has a whole week! damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;michelle branch says that if i want to, she can save me and take me away from here cause it's so lonely inside, so busy out there, and all i wanted was somebody who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115883504587466456?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115883504587466456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115883504587466456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115883504587466456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115883504587466456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-havent-blogged-in-nearly-1-week-and.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115833209245169380</id><published>2006-09-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:59:12.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;woah! today was hectic la. i hate Fridays. but Fridays have become slightley better, cause now there's no math on Fridays! but still, my whole day's packed from literature to chinese(2 periods! bloody hell. can sleep). and there was math remedial today. i pretty much cleared up my doubts, but then again, hey, when it comes to math, everything's a doubt to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our PW group is pretty screwed up (we haven't started planning what to put on our pw slides when other classes are like, getting started with their presentations), so there's gonna be a super long meeting this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, ho, what a boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a boring Friday night. i hope everyone's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; studying. yes, you heard me. NOT studying. cause studying sucks la. oh, just ignore me. it's Friday night and i'm high cause everyone should be PARTEH-ING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly cannot stop singing in school la. i unconsciously find myself singing the lyrics to any song that comes into my mind. it's really random la. i cannot help it. and it's bad enough that i sing out of tune la, i forget the lyrics sometimes. then i'll be like, lalaladadadadoodoodoo &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt; syllable that pops into my mind, and the whole thing comes out not making sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate unglam photos of myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;it doesn't happen so often nowadays. and that's a good sign, isn't? =) good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 52% Slacker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/slacker-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a bit of a slacker - though you can pull it together and live a somewhat normal life.If you're young, this is probably phase you'll outgrow. And if you're already grown up, you need to get off the couch a bit more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You a Slacker?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMG so little?! i would've thought i was like, 99% slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Cluster is Introverted Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are:&lt;br /&gt;Objective, honest, and credibleIntellectually curious, with many diverse interestsMore inclined toward ideas than peopleFiercely independent and unapologetically unconventional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's" Your Personality Cluster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Failed 8th Grade Geography&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupass8thgradegeographyquiz/fail.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry, you only got 4/10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You Pass 8th Grade Geography?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAH. proof that i should SO not be taking H2 geog. but then, too late la. i won't forget this quiz man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="450" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="353" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/wantedposter.php?name=Christine&amp;msg=5&amp;amp;reward=11" width="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take'&gt;http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=46"&gt;Take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115833209245169380?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115833209245169380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115833209245169380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115833209245169380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115833209245169380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/09/woah-today-was-hectic-la.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115805933009179353</id><published>2006-09-12T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:08:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOPS. Is it me, or have I been neglecting this blog slightly? Well, maybe, considering I &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to make it a point to blog regularly. Hey hey! I'm typing in proper Upper and Lower case! So formal right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay i shall cut the crap. today my dad was horning like mad trying to get me to FUNAN THE IT MALL on time. hahaha get it? the "it" mall? WAH WAH SO HAPPENING. anyhow, i managed to get there on time and even got to practice for like 3 minutes in an empty room. but i might as well have sat there waiting, cause it totally didn't help because i SCREWED UP THE EXAM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if you don't know music, i'm sorry you have to sit through this cause, well, i'm going to ramble on about how i screwed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the first 2 scales were okay, and when it came to the third, i played C minor MELODIC instead of C minor HARMONIC and then halfway through the second octave i was like, "shit" and then instead of just continuing through like i didn't know the difference between them both, &lt;em&gt;i stopped, shouted "sorry, sorry!" at the examiner, and went back to play the right scale. WITH MISTAKES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMG DEATH BY MUSIC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my arppegios(see, i can't even spell it right) were messed up too. dammit he just had to ask the hardest ones to play. the ones with all the black notes. my poor short fingers couldn't make it. i think i'll really fail the scales section. and i stopped halfway through the contrary motions. FOR NO REASONS AT ALL. damn you, spastic fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the first piece was HORRENDOUS. i stopped like, 5 times. and slipped on the trills and ornaments. and played wrong notes. every possible thing that could go wrong, went wrong. haha. next time, i shall play all romantic period songs. seems like i can only play songs from that period. know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CAUSE I'M ROMANTIC LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the only consolation was the second and third piece, the only un-screwed up section of the entire thing. the second piece was called "Einsamer Wanderer" or something like that (romantic, by the way) and i made ONE mistake only.at the end some more. so anti-climatic. the third piece was called "Lavender Field" or something and it was my best. cause only japanese-composer songs are easy to play la. i especially liked my ending, the fading off into space part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh! i was pleasantly surprised that my sight-reading was okay. cause the time and key signature were pretty easy! 6/8 and F major. pretty easy. HAHA sekali i fail. ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the aural test was CRAP. the singing was okay, considering i only went &lt;em&gt;a biiiiiiiiiiiit&lt;/em&gt; out of tune, like 1 or 2 notes. the sight-singing was horrible. i was going like, "hmmmmmmmm"(a low hum) for the first part and couldn't even hear myself above the examiner's playing and only became audible in the last 3 notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMG MUSICAL SUICIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm pretty sure i got the cadences right and the period too! okay other than that, i don't know how i fared for the other questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and there you have it. &lt;em&gt;how to fail a music exam.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think i need to stop getting into fazly's bad books and &lt;em&gt;stop ponning math&lt;/em&gt;. but today i didn't bring any math materials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh. and the promo exam timetable is out. i think my schedule's pretty good. my exams are on monday, (study break-i probably will need plenty, at the rate i'm going), thursday, friday,(study break again), tuesday, wednesday the following week! not bad huh. and the only bad day is thursday, with 2 exams. but then again, they're both H1 subjects la. and both not my strong subjects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;should i aim to pass everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115805933009179353?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115805933009179353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115805933009179353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115805933009179353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115805933009179353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/09/ooooooooooops.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115771608389989178</id><published>2006-09-08T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T19:48:06.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sajcsz.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://sajcsz.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but the blogskin SUCKS big time. i don't care i'm finding a nicer one soon. and anisa, zukai and james, you 3 shall be punished soon if you do not blog about your buddybuddys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;patent all you want la. BUDDYBUDDYBUDDYBUDDYBUDDYBUDDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i nearly died this morning from stomach cramps. i was writhing on the bed complaining that i didn't want to live anymore. okay, i was exaggerating. i was yelling to my mum to bring me to the doctor and when she replied, "you can't even stand up," i yelled back "i don't care, bring me there!" not realising i'm bigger than my mum and therefore she can't carry me yadayadayada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but it was really pain. i thought a baby was going to come out of me. i was shivering and all white in the face. BAH i hate being a female. so i had to take 2 panadols to get the pain off. and when the pills wore off later, i had to take them again! like, duh, right. that's what pills are for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IT COST ME MY SHOPPING TRIP LA. &amp;^%^$%$*^&amp;amp;&amp;*@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;justin timberlake is hot okay. just that he's not bringing "sexy back". seriously. I HATE THAT SONG. i don't see the fuss over it. &lt;em&gt;oh i see the fuss over it&lt;/em&gt;. he's a hot singer. okay fine, justin, you're pardoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my dentist says i have to wear the retainers FULL-TIME until december. &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt; on earth wears retainers for 2 and a half years! and. people only wear them at night! i do that and get a ticking off from my dentist. never mind. i'll so have the nicest pearly whites soon. soon. just you wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh! the holidays are almost over. i don't feel like blogging about how i've hardly studied &lt;em&gt;OOPS&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wish you'd taken History? i haven't even see his picture. TOO SCARED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i cannot believe this freaky dead man's song is stuck in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rasputin Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;by Boney M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There lived a certain man in Russia long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Most people looked at him with terror and with fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He could preach the bible like a preacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Full of ecstacy and fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But he also was the kind of teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Women would desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RA RA RASPUTIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lover of the Russian queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There was a cat that really was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RA RA RASPUTIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Russia's greatest love machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a shame how he carried on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He ruled the Russian land and never mind the Czar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In all affairs of state he was the man to please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For the queen he was no wheeler dealer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Though she'd heard the things he'd done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She believed he was a holy healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who would heal her son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RA RA RASPUTIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lover of the Russian queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There was a cat that really was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RA RA RASPUTIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Russia's greatest love machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a shame how he carried on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Spoken:)But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for power became known to more and more people,the demands to do something about this outrageous man became louder and louder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then one night some men of higher standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Set a trap, they're not to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Come to visit us" they kept demanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And he really came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RA RA RASPUTIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lover of the Russian queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They put some poison into his wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RA RA RASPUTIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Russia's greatest love machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RA RA RASPUTIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lover of the Russian queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They didn't quit, they wanted his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RA RA RASPUTIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Russia's greatest love machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And so they shot him till he was dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Spoken:) Oh, those Russians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115771608389989178?l=sweetsr0x.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-6803368.post-115725910544455518</id><published>2006-09-03T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:51:45.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WOAH. so much has happened and my memories are all jumbled up right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me arriving at TJ and the security guard telling me i couldn't enter cos i was bloody wearing slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mrs neo breaking the bad news to us and my heart breaking. it was so loud i could hear it man-PIANG PIANG PIANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(the bad news=ALL that we've done so far, the late nights, the wax, the dye, the everything-practically's gone down the drain. i mean, it's going to be used for promos, but we're going to do the Esplanade project AFTER our promos. it's like, become, extra work. &lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/em&gt; we've done is now pasted beside the boys' toilet. can you imagine- from the Esplanade to the boys' toilet!!! seriously, it's a bit insulting. like, WTF right. whatever la. on with the memory recollections.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my motivation draining out from me as i realised i pretty much had nothing to do except cut styrofoam and batik silk. i think no one could be bothered from that moment forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;good luck for your A levels, year 2s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMG MY SPEAKERS SUCK. Blue sounds like they have batik stuffed up their throats. SUCKY SPEAKERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;playing lots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;swaying with rachel on the swirling chairs. and she fell down-all captured on tape! it should SO be put on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;playing with huge umbrellas and bubble guns with retarded ivan chasing us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bitching with rachel, siru and wanchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BBQ-ing with the year 1s, 2s, and 3s. they were all super nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;accidentally taking melody's bacardi and passing it around. but it was really nice la. it's my new favourite drink! but i feel so bad. and we don't even have to pay her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my really really really retardedly funny seniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;playing bridge with isaac the demon and kar keat the bear and ivan the......whatever. he's so gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rolling down the ramp on chairs with rachel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;surfing on chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;christopher's hai dai dance. where he will wave his arms retardedly to the song "Under the Sea".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the mysterious scream while we were walking back from our late-night bath. we were walking on the tracks when we heard this extremely loud scream. the terrifying type. it echoed around the school. and it was like, at 4am in the morning. to me, it came from the Sports Com. anyhow, the sacry thing is, in the morning, noone confessed to screaming. they said they were all working, sleeping. and there was noone in the direction of the scream. FREAKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i slept in a precarious position- my head was on a swivel chair and my legs were on the bench. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;breakfast opposite the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;clearing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mounting stuff outside the boys' toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mrs neo giving me a lift to sally's. how nice of her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i changed into sally's sister's clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shopping for a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;discussing all the way to anisa's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we had lunch there- with her adorable cousin who's in primary 1(right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;talking in her bedroom. actually, most of the time, we were just doing that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me singing badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;walking to tanah merah MRT. DAMN LONG AND TIRING. I HAD TO WALK UP A HILL. A HILL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was so tired i was nodding off in the bus and hit my head on one of the metal poles(you know, the ones where you press the bell.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;reaching home and BRUSHING MY TEETH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eating dinner and going to my grandma's house to play some MORE bridge with my cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love bridge, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my mum's bringing me shopping on friday! TGIF. no, i should say that when friday comes. which isn't very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which means i have to nerdify myself and study the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fat hope la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;omg i'm tired. i need to go relax awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115725910544455518?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115725910544455518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115725910544455518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115725910544455518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115725910544455518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/09/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115703719728996331</id><published>2006-08-31T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:13:17.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today was a tiring day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay i shall be a boring person since i don't have a life(for this week, at least) and recount every thing that happened today. and YOU shall sit down and read attentively and NOT go off to another website. good people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the day began with the Great Cover up! hmm......should i go into details? so it'sTeacher's Day and everyone(okay some people) have bought presents for teachers! whoop-dee-doo. and the H-one-ers(math) had a free period, and, um, and accident happened. but.... we covered it up with the miracle of........&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;. no i'm kidding. we covered it up using the miracle of OIL PAINT. we managed to cover up the crack using oil paint to paint it up! woops, did i just say crack there? hahahah it was damn funny la. and then, blah blah blah blah..concert? i so have nothing to say about it. well, actually i do, but people read this la. i must be diplomatic. OH WHAT THE HECK. let's just say i thought some performances were good, and some sucked crap. at the end of the concert, the emcee went "did i hear someone shout for an encore of the SC's dance?" and the whole group of us(and lots of people around me) just stood up and rushed out of the hall. so mean, i know. but i couldn't keep the people waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me, sally, zukai, benjamin and james went to BK at parkway parade. OMG i typed "BK at burger kings". eat eat laugh laugh bitch bitch. the others came from TK whilst i didn't go back because.....ah well, because. they were all dressed in black. apparently, "Be Yourself Day" means going like. totally black. oh. zukai had a particular costume in his bag which &lt;em&gt;really came in handy later&lt;/em&gt;. okay let's skip to that part i can't stand it it's too funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it started to rain! raining pouring cats and dogs and fats and logs and mats and hogs and rats and clogs and tits and tats.(HAHAHAH RAINING TITS.) um. okay. so we needed to get from the main building of parkway parade(outside samuel and kevin's) to the macdonalds. across the road. can visualise right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me and sally shared an umbrella. i tried to tiptoe because i didn't want to get my shoes wet by stepping in ankle-deep puddles. and in tiptoe-ing across, about 10 steps later, i was hit with horrendous leg cramps. like, HORRENDOUS LEG CRAMPS. need people to carry. sally found this particularly amusing. masochism. so we had to seek shelter in Starbucks. everyone was staring at us. not at me, but because zukai had fished out this ridiculously ridiculous &lt;em&gt;wizard&lt;/em&gt; costume and &lt;em&gt;witch&lt;/em&gt; hat out of his bag and wore it. as a raincoat la. but the hood of the cloak made him look like the Grim Reaper.so he walked across in broad daylight in a wizard cloak and hat and traumatised a million passerbys along the way. anyhow, it was hilarious la. my legs hurt and my stomach hurt from laughing all the way to macdonalds. and in the lift, we camwhored and made fun of zukai so much the guy behind us was laughing his guts out. such funny friends i have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they went to play pool! pool, billiard, snooker-what's the difference between them all la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but-DAMN ART- i had to go back to school. batik la! i've been staying back in school until 9 or 10 to freaking complete the Esplanade thing. and it still isn't done. this bloody thing is sucking the life out of me. like a vampire. ARGHHHHHH. everytime i talk about anything concerning art, i get stressed. so anyhow, i spilled purple dye on my blue sneaker! like, OMGOMGOMG. i dropped the the bottle of purple dye on the floor and ooomph! my sneaker got dyed half purple. i can start a trend. batik-dyed sneakers. set up a stall, rake in a hundred bucks a day. HAHAHA! i'm so smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. i'm sorry. talking about art gets me all hyped up. not in a good way haha. in a frustrated way! ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*thumps chest ala king kong.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115703719728996331?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115703719728996331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115703719728996331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115703719728996331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115703719728996331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-tiring-day-okay-i-shall-be.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115666647166745163</id><published>2006-08-27T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T16:15:17.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ooooooooooh i love carlos santana!&lt;br /&gt;make me remember how i wanted to learn the guitar but put it off time and again. my guitar's un-played and collecting dust behind the cupboard. i think. i'm not sure where it is, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly think my blog template is very............ &lt;em&gt;chinese new year&lt;/em&gt;. is it? eh tell me okay. but it's not like i'll change it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY SMART. VERY SMART. you people decide to NOT go to eat japanese food when i'm not coming. oh but you were cursed with poor service! HAHAHAHAA. and guess who's behind it? i have my ways and means of working my magic, okay? *cackles evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a TON of homework literally piling up on my desk. when i say homework, i mean undone homework. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will someone please tell me if that's johnny depp on the last page of LIME? cos it sure looks like him. &lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;, i didn't buy the copy cos i thought someone looked like johnny depp, i bought it cos there was beyonce! gosh, her butt sure is big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i say things and then think nothing of them and then those words come up like, a few days later in my head, and i realise, OMFG WHAT AN IDIOT I WAS TO SAY THEM. but it's too late. i know, i lag &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; because happiness exists,&lt;br /&gt;that too-hasty profit snatched from approaching loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because truly being here is so much; because everything here&lt;br /&gt;apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way&lt;br /&gt;keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........Ah, but what can we take along&lt;br /&gt;into that other realm? Not the art of looking,&lt;br /&gt;which is learned so slowly, and nothing that happened here. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The sufferings, then. And, above all, the heaviness,&lt;br /&gt;and the long experience of love,-just what is wholly&lt;br /&gt;unsayable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from &lt;em&gt;The Ninth Duino Elegy&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;christine --&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[noun]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deadly strain of projectiile vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OH GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="450" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img height="401" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/tombstone-christine-10.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Take'&gt;http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=41"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;table%20background=" width="410" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;tr height="40"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt="QuizGalaxy.com" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/angry-gorilla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; BACKGROUND: #eee; COLOR: red" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;WHAT PISSES YOU OFF?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="40"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; BACKGROUND: #ccc; COLOR: black" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;Silly String up the nose&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #eee" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=128"&gt;'What" pisses you off?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="410" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;christine's Past Lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%" height="100" width="400"&gt;http://img.quizgalaxy.com/pastlives.jpg&lt;/a&gt;); border: none;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="middle" height="10"&gt;&lt;td width="16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="198"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="107"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1836 BC&lt;/span&gt;: Assassinated Revolutionary&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="10"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;878 AD&lt;/span&gt;: Some forgotten prophet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="10"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1708 AD&lt;/span&gt;: A composer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=113"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'What" were you in your past lives?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 453px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; HEIGHT: 602px" width="453" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" width="300" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Nutritional Information:&lt;br /&gt;Servings Per Container: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr style="BACKGROUND: #000000; COLOR: #000000"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;x&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="right" colspan="3"&gt;% Daily Value&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="130"&gt;Sweetness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;39 g&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;78%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="BACKGROUND: #000000" height="1"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" height="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bitterness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;1097 mg&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;100%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="BACKGROUND: #000000" height="1"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" height="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Power:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;24 g&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;69%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="BACKGROUND: #000000" height="1"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" height="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Healthful:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;247 mg&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;99%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="BACKGROUND: #000000" height="1"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" height="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Excitement:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;751 mg&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;68%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr style="BACKGROUND: #000000; COLOR: #000000"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;x&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Deliciousness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;99%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="BACKGROUND: #000000" height="1"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" height="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=91"&gt;'What" is your nutritional value?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine's lame-ass excuse to break up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"My goal is to become a duke - our love is standing in the way"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=86"&gt;'What is your lame-ass excuse to break up?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="410" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What ridiculous surgery should christine get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have your stomach expanded so you can constantly eat chocolate cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=110"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'What" ridiculous surgery should you get?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115666647166745163?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115666647166745163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115666647166745163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115666647166745163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115666647166745163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/08/ooooooooooh-i-love-carlos-santana-make.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115651214224108049</id><published>2006-08-25T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:22:22.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; 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sakae sushi okay? HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;never mind, i had &lt;em&gt;cooked&lt;/em&gt; food for dinner, mind you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMG nurul and matilda are out. WHAT. i think joaquim needs to be URGENTLY out. like, URGENTLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMG. i can&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; believe this song is stuck in my head. it's like.... i'm 13 years old or something. &lt;em&gt;it's hard to believe, that i couldn't see, that you were always right beside me. when i was alone, with no one to hold, you were always right beside me. this feeling's like no other, i want you to knowwwwwwwwwwww, i've never had someone, who knows me like you do, the way you dooooooooo, i've never had someone, as good for me as you, no one like youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, so lonely before, i finally founddddddddd, what i've been looking for. so good to be seen, so good to be heard, don't have to say a word. so long i was lost, so good to be found, i'm loving having you around. this feeling's like no other, i want you to knowwwwwwwwwwwww, i've never had someone, who knows me like you do, the way you doooooooooo, i've never had someone, as good for me as you, no one like youuuuuuuu, so lonely before, i finally founddddddddd, what i've been looking for. doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo, wah ah ah ah............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and that's High School Musical for you. i told you, i can't believe that song is stuck in my head! i keep singing it to myself, but i can never remember the lyrics unless wenyuan sings it with me. weird, huh? otherwise, i just hum to myself and bop my head and look like a total looney. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THE SECOND BATIK BOYFRIEND IS DONE!! yoo hoo. we finished him yesterday and i reached home at like, 10 plus. TEN FREAKING PLUS. he's uglier than the first boyfriend and needs LOTS of touching up. see? the first love's always the handsomest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so. anyway, this is where the bad news begins. i ate my dinner and bathed, and it was like, 11 o clock. so i ask my parents if i can pon school tomorrow since TG-hello!-IF and i have so much work i might as-freaking-well not come to school since i'll be sleeping my head off in lesons. like, whatever la. they think i'm like, the most rebellious girl on the planet who'll start smoking and doing drugs anytime soon. like.........okay never mind. i finished half my work at 1 and didn't bother with the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't think it had that much an effect except a tremendous headache in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i feel like doing fashion design for my A level art! one of the seniors is doing it and making priddy nice wedding-gown dresses. i will SO NOT do batik, i might not want to do painting since i kinda suck at that, i don't think my sculptures will look good......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OHMYGOD. what a freaking lot of homework i have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh yes! shuuji told me the funniest joke ever. it's not from him, it's from someone else, so whoever came up with it, is the MOST GENIUS-ISTIC PERSON EVAR! okay it goes like..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;an American, a British and a Singaporean are asked by their boss to work on a room. the American is asked to paint the walls(or something like that), the British is asked to mop the floor, and the Singaporean has to get the supplies for them to do their work. so like, the next day, their boss goes into the room and finds the walls unpainted and the floor un-mopped. so he askes the American, "why aren't the walls painted?" and the American goes "the Singaporean didn't give me the supplies."and he askes the Briton the same question, and the Briton goes, "the Singaporean didn't give me the supplies." so, the boss wanted to find the Singaporean, but the Singaporean was nowhere to be found. then, suddenly, the Singaporean jumped up from behind a box and yelled, "SUPPLIES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if you don't get it, it's SURPRISE la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115651122995972455?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115651122995972455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115651122995972455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115651122995972455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115651122995972455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/08/sometimes-i-think-my-life-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115625883717664994</id><published>2006-08-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:00:38.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love talking to my retarded &lt;strong&gt;best friends&lt;/strong&gt;. eh i bolded best friends okay. we must all do the same from now on hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yay! it's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for shuuji,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for anisa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for zukai and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;whatever-shit-colour-this-is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for sally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ShuuJi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I`m listening to Teresa Teng.&lt;br /&gt;yo dawg! CHRISTINE's in da house, yo. says:&lt;br /&gt;but you have been emancipated!&lt;br /&gt;yo dawg! CHRISTINE's in da house, yo. says:&lt;br /&gt;by mimi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ShuuJi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Emancipated really sounds like something you do on the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ShuuJi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Eh hello? I call you back later. I`m emancipating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ShuuJi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*plop*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Anisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yo mann.. i donta getta your drifts.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ShuuJi says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ShuuJi says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which part, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey dawg! i`ve already said it man dawg! y`all donch use DRIFT man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;get me yo sistah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;»[ Žu Kåï ]« Cruising Along On The River Of Life says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Anisa says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dig you sista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Anisa says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;»[ Žu Kåï ]« Cruising Along On The River Of Life says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;loosen up my buttons baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Anisa says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you do brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;get a shovel mate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyhow, i just came back from the most stressful/wacko/insane art session ever! yesterday, my batik boyfriend died when i dropped the wax thingy on him. so today, me and rachel vowed to stay back till we finished the batik boyfriend. but..... the second batik boyfriend died of wax accident too! okaaay that might've sounded gross. we went insane but kept at it and.......... tadah! batik boyfriend was revived! he looks so handsome too..... i shall put up a picture of him when the time is right! but i'm really beat now....... and relieved that something's finally been done! I'M SO SO SO SO SO SO HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115625883717664994?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115625883717664994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115625883717664994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115625883717664994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115625883717664994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-talking-to-my-retarded-best.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115590879620842320</id><published>2006-08-18T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:10:29.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's a booring Friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the past few days have been CRAZY, i swear. i've been spending my life other than school and sleep(hey that leaves me with NO LIFE) living in Scope. how sad right. the Esplanade project looks to be screwed unless a miracle happens. i can't believe i went around telling people all about the project. ARGH! a miracle better happen soon, or i shall be embarrassed like Elizabeth Bennet is by her mommy till the end of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and. my piano exam is in less than a month. at the rate i'm going(4 hours per week), i'd never get past a fail. ohhhh that's bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it seems like i don't have a life anymore. i wake up reluctantly, i drag myself to school reluctantly, i go for my lessons reluctantly, i sleep un-reluctantly in class. it's like, there's no passion or purpose or drive anymore. and it sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMG there are just too many things to handle. and nothing's going right. i can't take it anymore, i'm just a normal human being. but of course i will. i'm strong. *flexes muscles but fails miserably*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i have the BIGGEST pimple on my nose since the beginning of time. it's so big i call it my 3rd boob. and it's freaking red, so that means that if anyone tries to poke it, it'll just erupt. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quiz time! i always love quizzes. even if they end up looking screwed up on my blog. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Birth Month Is September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruebirthmonthquiz/september.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ThinkingSensitiveSecretiveSystematicUnderstandingGood memoryCalm and coolDoes work well Likes to criticize Loves wide thingsKind and sympatheticHardly shows emotionsConcerned and detailedAble to motivate oneself Suave and compromisingClever and knowledgeable Quiet but able to talk wellTends to bottle up feelingsLoves to look for informationTrustworthy, loyal and honestCareful, cautious and organized Choosy especially in relationshipsLoves sports, leisure and traveling Must control oneself when criticizingLikes to point out people's mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruebirthmonthquiz/"&gt;What's" Your True Birth Month?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;REALLY?! i knew it i'd always wished i could've been born later. but i still prefer november/december. it's nice being the baby of your cohort, i think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Rule Saturn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/saturn.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saturn is a mysterious planet that can rarely be seen with the naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect to rule Saturn because like its rings, you don't always follow the rules of nature.And like Saturn, to really be able to understand you, someone delve beyond your appearance.&lt;br /&gt;You are not an easy person to befriend. However, once you enter a friendship, you'll be a friend for life.You think slowly but deeply. You only gain great understanding after a situation has past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Planet Should You Rule?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Baby Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/celebritybabynamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luna Apple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/celebritybabynamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Celebrity Baby Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Number is 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovenumberquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a creative and expressive lover - a true romantic at heart.An introspective soul, you know exactly how your ideal relationship should be.But if you don't get that ideal, you tend to get a bit pouty and dramatic.You need someone who can roll with the punches, that's for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Love Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#d3cdda"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 44% Abnormal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e4e1e8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are at medium risk for being a psychopath. It is somewhat likely that you have no soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is somewhat likely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eeb859"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Fortune Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f7cf8a"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/fortunecookiegenerator/cookie.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He who thinks by the inch and talks by the yard deserves to be kicked by the foot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Wacky Fortune Cookie Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH THAT'S FUNNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 2006 Summer Anthem Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/dani.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Dani&lt;/a&gt; California by the Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's a lover, baby, and a fighterShoulda seen it comin' when it got a little brighterWith a name like "Dani California"Day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn yaA little loaded she was stealin' another breathI love my baby to death"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/"&gt;What's" Your 2006 Summer Anthem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YUCK. hate that song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were An Owl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/owl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are stealthy and secretive - no one knows the true you.You are a seeker of freedom, and you are comfortable with your dark side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pirate Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/piratenamegenerator/boy.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lieutenant-Colonel Blackbeard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/piratenamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Pirate Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what? i just wanted to see if i would get Jack Sparrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your punk rock band name is The Irritated Earwax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115590879620842320?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115590879620842320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115590879620842320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115590879620842320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115590879620842320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-booring-friday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115565420207355205</id><published>2006-08-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:03:22.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in a &lt;strong&gt;damn i suck and i'm unloved and uncared for in this stinking world and no one would miss me if i died&lt;/strong&gt; kinda mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupidity is really getting the better of me. today, i got locked out of the house because i forgot to bring my house keys. OMG. *bangs head against the wall*&lt;br /&gt;so i'm walking happily home(okay, not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; happily, i haven't felt blissful in a loooooooong time) and i even stop to buy a BK takeaway at TM and yay! tralalalalalala i reach Tampines Court. i fish in my bag and uh-oh. the key's missing. i fish again, pretty hard. it's really missing. so i call my mommy(she's fine with it, cos she knows she has a forgetful daughter and this is like, the 3rd time this has happened) and she's coming over in like, half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm sitting on my front step eating BK takeaway and looking like a total homeless vagabond. yayness. i cross my fingers and hope my neighbours don't walk up the stairs and catch me locked out of the house. (which doesn't happen muahahahah)&lt;br /&gt;i'm christine and i'm SO embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is 15th August. isn't it mooncake festival today? zhong qiu jie. where are the mooncakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i said everything before i said this but you know what? there's this cliched saying- save the best for the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HapPieeee` bUrRfDaEeeee` sallyyyyyy kW0oNgggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm such a good friend. such a good friend i haven't gotten a present. hahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115565420207355205?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115565420207355205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115565420207355205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115565420207355205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115565420207355205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-in-damn-i-suck-and-im-unloved-and.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115519805105546293</id><published>2006-08-10T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T16:23:30.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE LONG-AWAITED POST ON THE FIREWORKS FESTIVAL!&lt;/span&gt; (and other things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday, we had our National Day celebration for which i'm supposed to write an article for the Temasek Times(as part of CWC and all). sigh. the details seem a little fuzzy now...... oh but i must mention that my dear classmate Kryshelle Fong won the National Day Idol singing contest!she's so good la, hair and all. hahaha. because my class AHEM, 34/06, is so bloody talented la. hahahaha. anyhow, it was crazy-fun la. My whole class wore our secondary school shirts, and i borrowed Cheryl's pretty ACJC shirt to wear. i still love it man! it's a pity i don't have pictures. anyway, the stupidest thing came to my mind. oh wait, my mind is already filled with stupid things. During this Wushu performance, they were playing this nice chinese song called Cao Cao(pardon me, i'm a chinese-songs-ignoramuses) which i told Shuuji about and he replied, "Chow Chow? Isn't that the name of a dog?" and i promptly went into a laughing fit. OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAAH FUNNNNNAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the concert, Me, Cheryl, Sylvia(woopsy i just typed Slyvia haha), Chanel and Claire(hey! everyone's a C except Sylvia hahaha) went to Long John Silver to eat/talk. i made a lovely paper mouth out of the lyric sheet which i think &lt;em&gt;someone(i have no idea who, really.) &lt;/em&gt;threw away. then, everyone parted ways and went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathe bathe blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Bugis at 4 PUNCTUALLY! But i found only Zukai there. and we were both wearing blue from head to toe. i wear blue cause i love it, and he wears blue cause he loves me and wants to copy me HAHAHAHA. then Jamies and Shuuji came from shopping or something. but i didn't like being overwhelmed by so much masculinity(eh wait, &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; masculinity?). turned out that while were we patiently(or impatiently) waiting at the MRT station, &lt;em&gt;some random HongKong woman&lt;/em&gt; was stopping at the Bugis bus stop! *groans and rolls eyes* My friends la, my friends. anisa's handphone had dropped into the toilet bowl so she couldn't be contacted(but she still watched the Fireworks anyhow! with fantastic results*wiggles eyebrows*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 5 of us went to Starbucks to bitch and laugh. favourite pastimes. i think i lost Mr. Paper Mouth there. Sally brought cookies she baked for us! (eh you people stop calling her Ah Pui la. whoever calls her Ah Pui next, i curse you to be an Ah Pui yourself! no matter how thin you are.) Since i have such a wonderful memory, let me recount all the funny things that happened. Zukai put straws into nostrils. i stole Shuuji's drink to hold it and spite him. we made fun of Sally(like, as usual!) and we decided to go SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a book from Kinokuniya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/favbook!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/200/favbook%21.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christine's Book of the Month&lt;/strong&gt;(actually, Christine's first book in many months.)&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently halfway through it, and i think it totally ROCKS. it's the most romantic book evar. anyone wanna borrow? (also, the author has a really cute surname- Niffenegger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also visited Muji(which is a total rip off- pencil boxes for $9.90?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, dinner was at Sakae Sushi because Sally had discount vouchers and she wanted to hear someone order our food in Japanese(which didn't happen because he decided to speak English). oh my god. her mummy was also there, and i think i said something rude to her. &lt;em&gt;Ohashi Toru!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i got that right. anyhow, point is, Sakae Sushi is Sucky Sushi no more! because i actually found nice Japanese food to eat!(but i'd still die if you bring me to Japan, though.) there's this egg thingy which i've eaten a few times but can never get the name right-Chawamushi? and Katsu-don! which is- hurhur- chicken rice la. okay, whatever la. i'm CMI at all things Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up- we arrive at the main attraction- the FIREWORKS FESTIVAL! it was bloody crowded, but totally worth it. we stood on the (wrong side of) the bridge linking the Esplanade to the Fullerton. there were tons of people standing up on the benches and totally blocking the view of all the shorter folks*cough* and the headlights! the headlights were kinda distracting. okay enough talk! i took like, 20 pictures on my handphone but the bottom half of all the pictures are covered with the heads of all those annoying bench-standers! hence, the need to kope from James, the tallest of us all. here goes(from James' blog):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/ResizeofP8080225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/400/ResizeofP8080225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;looks like a big ball of Maggi Mee. James explains that his hands were shaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/ResizeofP8080245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/400/ResizeofP8080245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;more Maggi Mee! this one is red, so it's strawberry flavour fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/ResizeofP8080247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/400/ResizeofP8080247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;more Strawberry FirewoxXxxX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was over in 15 minutes. nonetheless, totally worth it! there were some in the shape of circles, normal ones. my favourite was the one in which a single spark went shooting out into the sky, then completely disappeared, only to burst into a thousand bright circles seconds later. or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all walked to Raffles after that.... and camwhored on the train! Camwhored like nobody's business. i swear, everyone was staring at us but our happy expressions probably told them to put a sock in it. we took about 10 pictures until Sally had to drop off at Bugis(that Bugis-ian. Bugis-IAN! omg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/ResizeofP8080253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/400/ResizeofP8080253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James looks too happy, grinning his mouth off.&lt;br /&gt;Shuuji looks smirk-ish.&lt;br /&gt;Sally looks cheena HAHAHAAHAHHA. oh and i'm sorry honey i'm blocking your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;Zukai looks like he's gonna eat something(the camera screen?)&lt;br /&gt;and Yours Truly looks gorgeous, as always! HAHAHA. because my face is the biggest, what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Sally left, the boys tried to scare me with 7 month ghost stories. but luckily, Zukai was nice enough to send me to the 292 busstop. hah! there goes the outing for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i have an eye infection! dunno what dirty thing i must've seen during the past few days. anyhow, no contacts for a month and eyedrops every 2 hours. WTF right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115519805105546293?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115519805105546293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115519805105546293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115519805105546293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115519805105546293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-awaited-post-on-fireworks.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115483956291927039</id><published>2006-08-06T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:48:56.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's a raining Sunday afternoon, the kind of rain that gets you all in a sleepy mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm supposed to be doing PW, but i'm not going to bore you with another entry related to school. i'm not ruining my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DID YOU KNOW......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eva Longoria appears in Jessica's Simpson's "A Public Affair" MTV? i was pleasantly surprised to see her skating around on roller blades. i don't care what you think, she's waaaaay hotter than jessica simpson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the real reason Johnny Depp's so hot is because he tries to be &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to be hot. acting eccentric and all. and &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; our dear Mr. Depp's secret. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh yes. i decided to be cheena last night and watched the finals of Superband. hahahahah! so. the 4 finalists were Soul, j3, Milubing, and Lucify!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Soul was the most boring boyband ever, with an equally boring name to match. i'd formed this impression even before they started to sing. however, as i've learnt from Pride &amp; Prejudice, that your first impression of someone is usually wrong, unless that someone happens to be Jane Bennet or Mr. Bingley. Soul, however, was indeed boring. loved their costumes, though. i wonder who designed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lucify was crazy. i didn't get to hear them sing, because they didn't. they more like, shouted and screamed ala linkin park. and i DO listen to linkin park. their costumes were marilyn manson-ish, to put it simply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;j3 was unmemorable la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHAH i thought the name "Milubing" was super funny. there was a song where they dressed up in green and brown outfits and i went, "eh milo packet!" and my cousins laughed like crazy (ho i am so funny.) i thought between them and Soul, they obviously deserved to win because they played instruments and sang at the same time, sang better, were original, weren't boyband-ish, and had rather cute members(cute in a cheena way, but cute nonetheless.)OMG i really must be becoming more cheena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not to mention, there were TONS of guest bands and singers. i think i'd never before heard so many chinese songs in one night. and i mean that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SO. that's Superband for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm addicted to "Smooth" by Rob Thomas and Carlos Santana. i know, it's a few years too late, but still. at least i've realised the beauty of that song. and the genius of Carlos Santana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i feel like watching a movie. but there aren't many worth my 8 bucks these days. don't even mention Nacho Libre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i feel like doing quizzes! especially an IQ test. hmmm. i shall go steal them from anisa's and shuuji's blogs, since i don't have blogthing's link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An INFJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Protector&lt;br /&gt;You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Bert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/bert.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you loveable - even if you don't love them!&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The'&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Rising Sign is Gemini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourrisingsignquiz/gemini.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You often feel torn between two dominant personalities.Sometimes you're adaptable and friendly; other times indecisive and unsure.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you're the life of the party or conversation.Witty and talkative, you entertain with your stories and gossip.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit difficult for you to finish what you start - jobs, friendships, relationships...There's so much you want to try. You often bite off more than you can chew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourrisingsignquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Rising Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think that was quite rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Paris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/paris.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris.You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What'&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your Sarcastic Moments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How'&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #98fb98" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 30% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not enough to scare other people...But sometimes you scare yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How'&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh! i'm saner than i thought. maybe this test wasn't accurate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 67% Female, 33% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your brain leans femaleYou think with your heart, not your headSweet and considerate, you are a giverBut you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What'&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cddeff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Likely a Third Born&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/third-born.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel vulnerable.At work and school, you do best when you're comparing things.When you love someone, you tend to like to please them.&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you are loyal to one person.Your ideal careers are: sales, police officer, newspaper reporter, inventor, poet, and animal trainer.You will leave your mark on the world with inventions, poetry, and inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/"&gt;The'&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Birth Order Predictor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahah what rubbish! my mother doesn't even have a third child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Mermaid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/mermaid.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are.While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need.Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational.You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What'&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;also, my french name is &lt;strong&gt;Noemi Foucoud&lt;/strong&gt; and my Japanese name is &lt;strong&gt;Mika Yamashina&lt;/strong&gt; and my Russian name is &lt;strong&gt;Yelizaveta Inessa Morozov&lt;/strong&gt; and my Italian name is &lt;strong&gt;Jolando Marino&lt;/strong&gt; and my Mexican name is &lt;strong&gt;Dona Rosa&lt;/strong&gt; and my Irish name is &lt;strong&gt;Zaira McGrath&lt;/strong&gt; and my Hawaiian name is &lt;strong&gt;Keilana Kamea&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think they're all pretty names, ey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115483956291927039?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115483956291927039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115483956291927039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115483956291927039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115483956291927039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-raining-sunday-afternoon-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115460079102789357</id><published>2006-08-03T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:27:46.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know i know! if you think i've been completely nerdified and my life now only revolves around school work,...........well, you're probably half-right. but hey, it's not like i &lt;em&gt;asked&lt;/em&gt; to be this loserific. it's that scum of a subject named &lt;strong&gt;project work&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been online like, nearly everyday thanks to my EOM and WR. and if you think i've been slogging it out, HAHAHAHAHA NO. i totally did my Written Report last-minute, finishing at 1130 last night. no, i don't think i've ever been described as "hardworking" my whole life. in primary school, someone called me a "shu dai zi" and i went home and cried. if you don't know what that means, you only have yourself to blame for being non-cheena! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took so long because it went from typing the word "conclusion" on microsoft word to chatting with people to receiving gay songs from cheryl to belting along to "ain't no other man" to reading other people's blogs to finally deciding what the word "conclusion" actually meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO TOTALLY HATE PROJECT WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wonder where the old Christine has gone to. i'm afraid that after months of hiding deep beneath her chest(which isn't very much to begin with HAHAHAHAH okay on with it.), she might just vanish into thin air. and one day, i might just wake and discover i'm stuck with the other personality and can't change back because it's taken me over entirely. god, i hope that doesn't happen, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/My%20group%20work%20project.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px" height="523" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/400/My%20group%20work%20project.jpg" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isn't this pretty? hua yee painted it. oh she's my MI friend, in case you don't know. so anyway, if you look carefully enough, it's actually an alphabet chart! it starts from the 2 people singing which forms "A", and the upside-down french horn which is "B", and so on. go look yourself. it's really creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i signed up for "Media"under the Temasek Intership Whatever. i hope they make me work at "The New Paper" cos that's where i want to work, eventually. well, at &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; newspaper or magazine company. except "Lianhe Zaobao", of course. cos i'd so totally get sacked within 1 hour when they discover i can't write chinese. i hope i don't get to interview minor not-worth-interviewing "celebrities" like Howard Lo, though. total waste of time and hype. my second choice was "theatre/arts" cos i'm a theatre/arts wannabe but have no idea how to act or perform at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i attended my first CWC meeting yesterday with esther and simin. it's like a freaking literature lesson! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S AN ANTEATER MAKE YOU EAT ANTS MAKE YOU DO MATH MAKE YOU WANT ALL OF HIS LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me, he'll never even get my liking, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG has my whole week just zoomed by like that? i just scrolled up and realised it's all about SCHOOL. i'm so being insidiously nerdified, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115460079102789357?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115460079102789357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115460079102789357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115460079102789357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115460079102789357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-i-know-if-you-think-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115424929511231527</id><published>2006-07-30T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:48:15.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sorry i was having a moment of low self-esteem there. or was i? was it just a moment? was it low self-esteem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today, i went out &lt;em&gt;in the freaking rain!&lt;/em&gt; to tampines mall because i had things to buy okay! don't look at me like that. shuuji wanted to buy an mp3 player and zukai wanted to buy a bag. which they both bought, leaving me being the only one who didn't exactly get to buy what she wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;zukai wanted a single-strap bag and he bought a red one. HAHAHAHAHA. okay i'm sorry but then again, it's zukai and he can carry off any colour, can't he? yeah zukai could wear red underwear and transparent pants(from Blush!) and he'd totally look cool. hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shuuji bought a creative zen microphoto-ok whatever the name was. we were all talking(or was it bitching?) about this guy was turned out to be the friend of the salesperson, who then ( i guess) decided to ignore us and leave his colleague to deal with us. so then. dark blue creative zen micro-thingy! i'm so totally gonna borrow and hog it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my dad wants to learn CHINESE CALLIGRAPHY. can someone, like, tell me what the heck is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can you believe what song is stuck in my head right now? hint: it's something that describes me HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay i'm kidding. it's Nelly Furtado's MANEATER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Maneater, make you work hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Make you spend hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Make you want all, of her love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She's a maneater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;make you buy cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;make you cut cords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;make you fall, real hard in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She's a Maneater, make you work hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Make you spend hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Make you want all, of her love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She's a maneater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;make you buy cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;make you cut cords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i feel like putting a counter on my blog. just so i can marvel at the numbers jump up exponentially everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i want a big pencil case. a REEEEEAAAAAAAAAALLLLLYYYYYYYYY BBBBIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGG one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm listening to "Flight of the Bumblebee". i swear, that song always gets me hyped up. i'm actually typing faster while listening to it! omg i can't control my fingers! i can't believe i'm typing this fast! hahahaha. oh my it's such a cool song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i still have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;art research on "photogenic painting"(whaaaaat? hello, only people can be photogenic ey.) on "troppo vero-too honest?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PW written report(i'm doing the biblio i guess. anyone help? eh wait i don't think any of my group members read this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3 newspaper article reviews. bah. i'll do that next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chinese workshit. okay that's done, albeit with lots of blanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;geography essay. due date's not any time soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i feel like buying a book. a nice, shallow bimbotic chick lit book which will last me all my toilet sessions and cure my insomnia and give me an excuse not to do my homework. hahahah. kidding! but i still wanna buy a book, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115424929511231527?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115424929511231527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115424929511231527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115424929511231527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115424929511231527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry-i-was-having-moment-of-low-self.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115409517914063083</id><published>2006-07-28T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:59:42.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Christine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this week was a pretty bad week, and you cried. let's blame it on PMS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not that anyone would care, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nothing much happened today! that's the problem with your days. things happen, and they just sort of zoom past you and when you get home and try to arrange your thoughts into a blog entry, your mind just goes blank and your fingers freeze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and do you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IT'S 'CAUSE YOU'RE BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah. you heard me. IT'S 'CAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there's nothing more to your life than ooooooooh! cute guy!*giggles and points discreetly* or SHITCRAP HOMEWORK TONIGHT! or ladidaaaaa i'm so bored i'll just flip through the blogs and read about the lives of people i don't know till my favourite show starts in approximately 5 hours 27 minutes and 56 seconds!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMG if you could see me right now, i'm rolling my eyes at you BIGGG TIME. i'm rolling them till they're disappearing into the back of my head. what a sight. but for you, it's worth it, you LOSERRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm commanding you to jump onto your bed and start bawling and reflecting on your life, only i think you're too stubborn and obstinate and LAZY (yes, that must be it you fatass), yeah, LAZY to get up from that comfy, coveted spot in front of the computer and actually move somewhere else where you'd actually be welcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and stop singing "Ain't no other man" by Christina Aguilera everytime you hear it cos you sing so horribly &lt;em&gt;out of tune&lt;/em&gt; you're disgracing even the smelly toes of Christina Aguilera off and people are staring at you! take a hint, LOSER. (and ho, by the way, there ain't even no other man, cos there ain't ANY man in the first place!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't worry. i'm still sane. at least i think so. today it was *sighs heavily* do i really have to say this? the geography night. GEOGRAPHY NIGHT. hahahaha. joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and here's to my favourite song of the moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Ain't No Other Man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do your thang honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I could feel it from the start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Couldn't stand to be apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Something about you caught my eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Something moved me deep inside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't know what you did boy but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You had it and I've been hooked ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I told my mother, my brother, my sister and my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I told the others, my lovers, from past and present tense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everytime I see you everything starts making sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do your thang honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do(what you do).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You got soul, you got class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You got style with your bad ass - oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man its true - all right -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do your thang honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never thought I'd be all right. No, no, no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Till you came and changed my life. Yeah, yeah, yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What was cloudy now is clear! Yeah, yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the light that I needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You got what I want boy, and I want it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So keep on givin' it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tell your mother, your brother, your sister, and your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the others, your lovers, better not be present tense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause I want everyone to know that you are mine and no one else's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oooooooo, oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do(what you do).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You got soul, you got class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You got style your bad ass - oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man it's true - all right -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Break it down now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other! (other)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other LOVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other, I, I, I need no other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man but you!Ohhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are there when I'm a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Talk me down from every ledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give me strength, boy you're the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the only one who's ever passed every test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do(what you do).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(You're the kinda guy, a girl finds oooo yeahh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You got soul, you got class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You got style your bad ass - oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man it's true - all right -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And now I'm tellin' you, so ain't no other man but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do(what you do).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You got soul, you got class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You got style your bad ass - oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man it's true - all right -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ain't no other man but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115409517914063083?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115409517914063083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115409517914063083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115409517914063083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115409517914063083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-christine-this-week-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115354961096197247</id><published>2006-07-22T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T14:26:50.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm gonna have an eventful extended weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i have to blog about this wonderful incident on thursday. i was going home from school and i'd reached the tampines interchange, at the 292 stand. there was this totally cute MJ guy there, but he was standing in another bus queue(either 72 or 39), so i didn't bother about him. and then the 292 came and i got on and he got on too. so i'm like, &lt;em&gt;ooh he lives near me!&lt;/em&gt; and if that wasn't enough, he &lt;em&gt;came to sit next to me!!!&lt;/em&gt; even though there were other empty seats around. i was grinning like an idiot, but luckily i had my trusty 8days with me which had a gigantic picture or johnny depp in it, so i pretended to be smiling at &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. (i would've smiled at johnny deep, anyhow.) and the best part was, he got off at the same stop as me! so that means he's got to be living in the same estate as i am too. totally made my day man. i haven't forgotten him! so there- Cute MJ Guy Found &amp;amp; Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, to think an incident like that can make it to my list of memorable events. coming from TJ, i suppose it &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, yesterday TJ showed "Shakespeare in Love" in the LT! for lit students. it totally ROCKED, please. whatshisname Fiennes who plays William Shakespeare is HOT, please. before the movie, i'd always envisioned Shakepeare to be bald, middle-aged and plump. ho, not anymore! and contrary to what my lit teachers say, i think gywneth paltrow is a good actress and pretty too. though her face is too square. plus, she has a pretty name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cup, closed in my true love's hand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight's the MJ concert, and on monday i'm gonna go with rachel, jocelyn and zhenghui to cultural places in singapore to snap pictures of malay/indian culture! so fun so fun. sometimes, i can't help but think malay and indian cultures are more interestin than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i plan to finish my stinking homework by today. it's chinese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115354961096197247?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115354961096197247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115354961096197247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115354961096197247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115354961096197247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-gonna-have-eventful-extended_21.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115331331914639689</id><published>2006-07-19T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:48:39.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm really upset right now. really, really, really, upset beyond words. know what the best part is? there's no reason. or maybe i just don't want to admit there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty eventful. oh, it was racial harmony day and i wanted to wear a sari but i don't have one and mrs noordin only brought baju kurungs and.... and...malay male clothes whatchamacallits. they had this pretty nice concert during civics and some lindy hop thingy during contact time which i totally didn't take notice of. and then it was off to the geog talk at NJC. bloody far away. we went, we slept during the talk, we went back to TJ. we had to huff and puff and run our way back cos there was a drama performance at 6pm. and the talk ended at like, what, 5pm. so we travelled pretty fast. considering it was in freaking bukit timah. so. the drama performance was really good but i was so damn broke i couldn't pay(my wallet had like, 50cents in it. serious. haha.) off home it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was like, a highly summarised version of what happened today. people can't elaborate when they're upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a serious problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115331331914639689?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115331331914639689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115331331914639689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115331331914639689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115331331914639689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-really-upset-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115322694095489911</id><published>2006-07-18T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:50:22.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there is something severely wrong with my blogger date. sometimes when it's thursday the 12th, the date on my published entry comes out as like, friday the 13th. with some ridiculous time like 1.52am?! WHO THE HELL BLOGS AT 1.52AM. ok obviously, not &lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the record, it's the 18TH of JULY and it's 7.46pm now. hah. let's see if it will come out the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG what a loserific first 2 paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next time i write about movie spoilers, i won't even put warnings, so when people are nicely reading, they'll unknowingly continue reading the post, &lt;em&gt;not realising that i've slowly but surely slipped from a normal entry into a movie spoiler&lt;/em&gt;!! and then halfway, it'll be like, "OMG SHIT i'm reading about this humongously biiiig movie that everyone wants to watch and now i know the bloody storyline!"&lt;br /&gt;the next time. i'll do that. watch out for it. if you even can!&lt;br /&gt;so. i could easily summarise each of the main characters in 1 word, and i think if you know me, you'd know what they are HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orlando bloom/wheel turner= bor-&lt;em&gt;rrrrring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keira knightley/elizabeth swann=FRIGGIN' SLUT&lt;br /&gt;johnny depp/CAPTAIN jack sparrow=hotttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. story time! gather in a circle, my little children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part with the cannibals was SO TOTALLY FUNNY ok. i laughed my ass off. oh &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; i know what LMAO means. no i'm just kidding. annnnnyway, the part where johnny depp escapes from the cannibal natives and where the rest of his crew run like crazy in that dumb little bamboo cage or whatever it is really tickled me ok. and i loved the fabulous swordfights. this movie had about twice the number of swordfight scenes as the first one. in particular, the one with wheel turner, the commadore, and jack sparrow fighting in the giant revolving wheel. so gorgeous. and our dear keira knightley probably wrangled in a swordfight scene for herself, cos believe it or not, she has one too.&lt;br /&gt;i had to keep half-covering my face whenever davy jones, with his vile, disgusting, tentacles and his equally gross-looking crew. and that horrendous bluetooth-ed black woman. i mean seriously. her teeth were blue. and bootstrap bill(wheel turner's daddy, whom he totally gets his genes from.) bootstrap bill, by the way, has barnacles and a frikkin STARFISH on his face. oh! oh! and the heart. the heart was bloodily gross. literally.&lt;br /&gt;oh of course, johnny depp is as irrepressible and irreplaceable and oh-so-irresistable as ever! admit it, the movie wouldn't have been as fun as it was if another actor, let's say oh &lt;em&gt;tom cruise&lt;/em&gt;, played jack sparrow. HAHAHAHAHA if tom cruise played jack sparrow, his career would've been effectively ruined forever. RUINED. oh. as if it isn't already. ok enough slamming tom cruise. johnny depp's appeal is just so....so.........so. just so. it's the way he manages to make the misunderstood, rougish, cowardly, &lt;em&gt;wobbly&lt;/em&gt;(hohoho i lurrrve his wobbling), absolutely-filled-with-vices pirate not just loveable, but oooh, HOT at that. oh, johnny depp's made mascara, dreadlocks, rum and toe-necklaces hot all over again. and not only does he have all that character, he's actually handsome as well. plus points all the way! savvy?&lt;br /&gt;which leads me to the next point: KEIRA KNIGHTLEY IS SUCH A BITCH OK. you can tell from her real personality that she's SO in love with johnny depp(yea it's &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; not &lt;em&gt;reel&lt;/em&gt;. she's not that good an actress.) her crimes include: kissing johnny depp passionately(with will turner watching in stunned silence) and killing him! ok &lt;em&gt;causing his death&lt;/em&gt;. don't give me that "he's obviously not dead cos hey, he's captain jack sparrow and there's pirates3", but as far as i'm concerned(which isn't very far), she's a freaking slut for doing that. hrmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was yesterday. a day has passed since, and the movie's still so firmly lodged in my mind. every scene (well, almost). guess that's the johnny depp effect huh? oh bugger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115322694095489911?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115322694095489911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115322694095489911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115322694095489911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115322694095489911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-is-something-severely-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115293142344934362</id><published>2006-07-15T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T10:45:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like the new(er) blogskin? you know what, i don't really care what your answer is anyway, cos i'm not changing this anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wish life were like "Whose Line is it anyway?"- where everything's made up and the points don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't you agree that the opposite of love isn't hate; it's indifference? yea, indifference. that's the worst way to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, last night, we were all hyped up to see *drumrollllll* &lt;/s&gt;hot johnny depp&lt;/s&gt; Pirates of the Carribean but..... things turned out a little differently. james was sick, anisa was watching it with canoe friends, and sally was watching it with huimin. which kinda left me, shuuji and zukai, out of the 6 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while zukai was still bathing across the street from Tampines Mall, me and shuuji discovered that OH NO! "Pirate" tickets were sold out until the 11pm show. but we didn't want to queue for so long without any tickets, so we got "Superman Returns" instead. trust me, in any normal situation, i would never have gotten "Superman" tickets. and we decided to give zukai a surprise! by not telling him HAHAHA. anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman's bulge is SO not big at all, even though shuuji kept insisting that it was(and kept looking out for it). it was hardly even visible! i do have to say brandon can't-spell-his-surname ruth?? was rather good-looking. and i swear, the biggest mystery on earth is how nobody, and i mean NOBODY could tell clark kent apart from superman. god, lois lane is &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;. and lex luther's ending-being marooned on an island with his bimbotic partner and her equally dumb dog- is like really cliched. i'm sure there were better ways to give it an open ending! ok i should stop being such a bitch cos it was rather good, even if it wasn't "Pirates" and it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was kinda long too... like 2 and a half hours? and when i reached home(from walking cos the last bus had left. thank god all of us live at tampines.) at 12.15am i got a lecturing. parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooh. and! and! yesterday's chinese oral was really quite easy. is it me of am i getting really cheena? ok firstly, I DIDN'T SPEAK ANY ENGLISH WORDS! &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;, i only didn't know one word from the reading passage. the conversation question was, "Ni3 jue2 de2 fu4 mu2 zhen3 yang4 guan2 jiao4 hai3 zi3/how do you think parents should control and teach their children?" HAHAH wo hen cheena i thought it would've been something much harder. oh who cares. it's over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; being a total asshole. a whole night's sleep has only reduced it from red to pink. assholic eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh. anyone wanna know my "wonderful" JCT results? it's seriously moderated cos i think i actually failed JCTs, if like all exams, 50 were the passing mark.&lt;br /&gt;don't bother if the grade doesn't correpond to the banding. told ya, it's moderated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GP-54(C)&lt;/strong&gt;- i love rajesh and my tolerance essay man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese- 61(C)-&lt;/strong&gt; told ya. imma cheena woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literature- 40(E)-&lt;/strong&gt;i am SO lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography- 44(E)&lt;/strong&gt;- told you i was lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art- 63(C)-&lt;/strong&gt; sia lah my highest. arty farty! *farts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths H1- 36(S)-&lt;/strong&gt; awwww. she failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i just made it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i feel sorry for all JC students who do econs(ohkaaay which is like, 99% of all JC students, i think. &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; seems to do econs.) seriously. yesterday, zukai was like, "MJ's art stream econs results is a 100% fail." WOAH. i don't think it's any better in TJ la. the passing mark is 35, and still tons of people fail. maybe they should take a hint that &lt;em&gt;nobody&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;almost nobody&lt;/em&gt; even remotely likes econs so...... TAKE A HINT MAN, MINISTRY! SCRAP IT LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i'm too idealistic. i guess you do need econs in whatever business-shit-course you want to do in future, which obviously, i will SO not take. in fact, i will SO not take business, engineering, accountancy, chemical-bio-technology whatever, or....whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww crap i'm in a bimbotic mood right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115293142344934362?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115293142344934362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115293142344934362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115293142344934362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115293142344934362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/07/like-newer-blogskin-you-know-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115226603642234472</id><published>2006-07-07T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:53:56.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i only changed to this template cos of the delicious picture at the top! admit it, you thought it was pretty. hahahaha. oh course, i don't like how it's kinda squashed to the left side of the page. if my html were good, i'd figure out a way to stretch it to the right side of the page too. unfortunately, it isn't. my html skills, i meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might possibly be the worst cook on earth. i screwed up (don't laugh) instant noodles for the second time. INSTANT NOODLES. they taste horrible. like paper, literally. even worse than the supposedly-bad-shit cookies in literature today. Bad with a capital B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home early today but i wasted 1 hour cooking some shit noodles and wasted the next 1 hour trying to get them down my throat without puking. i &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; get my cooking right one day. i swear, it's in the genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why am i so happy? i only haven't seen him for 6 months.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on wednesday, sally and zukai came to TJ! because, DUH, they miss me.and also because i made them. unfortunately, they promised me a gorgeous package which never arrived. oh shit later they get the "gorgeous package" to come read this. oh who cares. i was kinda annoyed cos i had to wait till 4.30 for my tennis meeting which &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt; in the end. and so i ended up waiting in school for nothing and watching everyone go home before me. and then we gave zukai his present(disgusting stuff inside and all) and he looked amused but rather composed. anyway, we went to macdonald's and then off home it was. i miss talking rubbish with my people. TJ people should learn to speak "rubbish" more often. it's a great language- lightens moods, cracks people up, and ensures you have a ball of a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i post my JCT results? *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;here's what i've gotten back so far. it really isn't much to look at, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Literature H TWO- 20/50 [40/100]&lt;br /&gt;Geography H TWO(physical)- 17/37&lt;br /&gt;(failed but it's not bad ey. seriously. i usually get tons worse than this.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese H ONE- 60.5/100&lt;br /&gt;wo hen cheena! *sings "Lao Shu Ai Da Mi"* ok seriously. that's so omg-ish. so much for using english in my chinese oral; i got 8/10. it still isn't high compared to the other people. but still, it's my first pass!&lt;br /&gt;Math H ONE- 18/40 [36/100]&lt;br /&gt;bah. maths. i &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; it's already h1, you don't have to remind me. 36/100 is actually relatively hgh, considering it's the language of amaths, which is like timbucktoo to me. whatever man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115226603642234472?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115226603642234472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115226603642234472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115226603642234472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115226603642234472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-only-changed-to-this-template-cos-of.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115181811621880174</id><published>2006-07-02T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:28:36.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's yet another boring sunday afternoon, after a really eventful saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welllllllll........... firstly there was the SYF in which my beloved TKband takes part every year and totally kicks everyone's ass everytime, including this year, then there were exciting World Cup matches with upsetting upsets, and last but not least importantly, JCTs are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SYF came with lots of performances...like some bands from malaysia(is Victoria Institution some overseas branch of VS or something?) and thailand. they put up some pretty cute preformances with dances and jazz music. jazz music almost always gets my head bopping. and then the choir sang some songs, including the infamously horrible "Lao Shu Ai Da Mi"(OMG i just wrote chinese on my blog. sort of.) if you secretly like that song, don't tell me ok, cos i will proceed to SLAM it and insult it like hell. thank you for keeping your comments to yourself! and then there was this performance where people played around with these HUGE silver slinkys and put them over themselves and looked like huge, fat, aluminium worms. i thought it was pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's tkband in april, where we got Gold with honours to qualify for the finals yesterday! it's in 2 parts. and the music is fabulous i tell you. haha i think my juniors are better than me. (watch out for the clarinet solo in the last song, it's DAMN NICE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=few-is7z7o0&amp;search=tkband%20"&gt;click me i rock! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TEAXREMIdMk&amp;search=tkband%20"&gt;and then click me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, zukai recorded the entire BEST DISPLAY BAND performance on his handphone. i'm waiting for someone to put it on youtube so i can relive the greatness. i was a little worried because the other bands were sort of on equal footing, but WHO CARES! TKBAND WON BEST DISPLAY BAND 5 CONSECUTIVE TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was an uproar from the entire alumni section. it was something like...."The best display band goes to a band....and the name of that band is.....Tan-*SCREAMS! YELLS! HUGS AND KISSES! JUMPING AROUND LIKE MAD RABBITS!*" ok that was what i did, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to hand it to tkband la ok. 5 consecutive "Best Display Band" Awards. we're like Brazil in the World Cup. uh oh. shouldn't have made that comparison, cos Brazil just got knocked out. um let's see......... WE SO TOTALLY KICK ASS LA. how about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now me and my juniors are both Golden Batches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. i can't find any TKband 2004 videos with &lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;, me, in them. there's 2002 videos but i was in auxillary then so i can't see myself. and there are 2006 videos by which time, i'm not there anymore, but why-oh-why can't i find any 2004 videos? that was my only time in the block..........GRRR! i need to find the 2004 video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on other notes, the World cup matches last night/this morning were pretty exciting. my brother actually stayed over at his friend's house to watch both of them and refused to come home. although i thought England were pretty much dead when beckham got substituted off, and rooney got sent off, and crouch came on(OMG I HATE THE GUY), they actually put up a pretty good fight. so even though they left, well, Portugal will know they just barely scraped through. like Germany. but i'm placing my money on Germany(figuratively, not literally) to win this World Cup. and then Brazil just had to go lose to France. looks like i won't be seeing Kaka on the field any longer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the JCTs finished on friday! it finished for tons of people on thursday, but the minority art students in TJ must not be ignored ok! although hardly anyone studied cos we were too much in a holiday mood(and i kept thinking about band), the paper wasn't bad overall. i thought i could pass. i just treated it as literature and the painting as an unseen poem. smart huh? hahaha. anyways, i also can't wait for the artwork on the Esplanade wall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115181811621880174?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115181811621880174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115181811621880174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115181811621880174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115181811621880174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-yet-another-boring-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115150097113106433</id><published>2006-06-28T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:22:56.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised why i have so little songs in my computer playlist! i haven't ripped my CDs into the computer yet! bah. i need something to blame this stupidity on.... and it's not myself! *wracks brain* AH! JCTs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should listen to my CDs for a change. i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. there we go. i miss savage garden, even though they broke up eons ago and these songs were like, from the nineties. HAHA. i just talked as if the nineties were ages ago. sometimes i need to remind myself i'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; old ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the JCTs have been pretty horrible. more horrible than my prelims(which i thought wasn't so bad actually), and more horrible than my Os(which as it turned out, wasn't so horrible after all.*looks down at uniform the colour of nose-dirt.*) annnnnnnnyway, maybe that's the thing. the more i think an exam is horrible, the better grades i get! whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. it's not gonna happen this time. i really really screwed up big time. (OMG i just made the funniest typo error. i typed "i really really screwed u big time." and then i looked up at the screen and burst out laughing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. let's see. the lit paper wasn't that bad, honestly. but to my classmates reading this, i SO totally couldn't understand the elephant poem. can somebody like, please tell me what the hell it means? that aside, i think my prose was ok la. pretty fun, actually. because i suddenly had alot of passionate thoughts and i practically scribbled them down non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;and then i went home and totally slacked until 10pm when i realised that 1) i have a math exam tomorrow. and 2) i suck at maths. so i grabbed my brother and made him teach me inequalities and graphs and what-nots. heh. i knew he was born for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;not that the math paper was do-able anyway. i never think they are. i finished rather early and so proceeded to count my marks, which were around 15-20/50. howell. it was within my target range anyway. and then it was super duper uber long break before we had GP again. and that, oh, GP. i thought my essay was ok, but you never know. shouldn't be complacent. i wrote, "Is the world today more tolerable? Discuss." or something like that. and then i sort of got carried away cos my mind was like "GAYS, GAYS, LET'S TALK ABOUT GAYS!" and then i spent my entire first page talking about, you guessed it, gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, i'm so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second section was worse. i could hardly finish and i totally sucked my &lt;em&gt;writing things in my own words&lt;/em&gt;. for 1 hour and 15 minutes, i swear my vocab sucked like never before. and the first question was like &lt;em&gt;EXTREMELY WEIRD&lt;/em&gt;. we had to write "wear clean underwear in case you get hit by a car" in our own words. i totally left it blank, returned when there was 1 minute left on the clock, and wrote "wear clean undergarments in case of emergencies" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG F**KING STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got back my geog exercise, and was pretty upset because my teacher had written "drop this subject if you're taking 4 H2s" which i am NOT so i'm quite screwed unless i can miraculously stop sucking at geog. maybe i could start chewing at it.&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of today's chinese exam, there was a blackout! so fun so fun. eh weird. the thing that popped into my head about today was: blackout! anyways, it sucked with or without the blackout. i understood only 2 out of my 4 essay questions. one was "My Little Secret" which i decided was stupid because why the hell would i want a bunch of middle-aged adults with no sense of humour to know my secrets. the other was something about "fans". like, people who chase their idols around? yea. and the paper was so long i nearly dozed off. ah well. it always happens in long exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i have a free day tomorrow! my entire class(and i mean ENTIRE class) is probably like, mugging super hard for their econs tomorrow. *sticks out tongue* HAHA. eh no la. even though i don't take econs, i can tell it sucks. it justs......radiates suckiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably study for geog or art or something. or watch replays of spain vs france(i've already watched it twice and i think it rocks ok. i like it when teams come from behind and win.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think dino from "life as we know it" is super duper uber cute ok! he's the brown-haired guy with the girlfriend.( i know, i know, what kind of name is dino?! is his full name dinoSAUR or something? his name is ugly but his face is SO not ugly ok. trust me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! i'm listening to this song called "santa monica" which, if i'm not wrong, was my blog music before. interesting. fyi, "buttons" is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; stuck in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115150097113106433?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115150097113106433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115150097113106433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115150097113106433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115150097113106433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-realised-why-i-have-so-little.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115112369890696477</id><published>2006-06-25T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:34:58.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's funny how i'm going to be absolutely screwed in 2 days' time and i'm not even worried. i don't think i was ever this nonchalent when it came to tests in the past. it's just......rather amusing, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. just like that, i've whiled away half the day. oh it's 12.17pm now, so i've whiled away half the day and 17 minutes. how interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually feeling kinda bummed that korea got knocked out of the World Cup! i did so hope some Asian countries would get in, and Korea looked like they had the most credible team. well, compared to Saudi Arabia or something. looks like the World Cup is going back to it's European and South American roots. oh, just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not wrong(which means i'm right!), channel 8's showing TKBAND on some programme tonight at 9. or 9.30, whichever. damn. why does it have to be in chinese. it's probably gonna be a docummentary, and docummentaries hardly have subtitles, unlike drama serials. rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow night, it's &lt;em&gt;sings&lt;/em&gt;: PIRATES, PIRATES, PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;in preparation and honour (and boredom)of the movie, i actually downloaded 4 Pirate theme songs. haha. there is "He's A Pirate", which is the one we played for outdoor and the most recognisable. there is "One Last Shot", which is the slow, moving piece which james had a solo in(is it?). there is the main theme of course, by far my absolute favourite ok! there is "The Black  Pearl", which i think we played for outdoor too. anyone wants them? (oh they do sound slightly different cos the songs are played with mostly string instruments.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about them made me want to play them again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel like wanting to learn how to play the trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a short and meaningless post! oh ok i see it had some meaning. roarrrrrrrrrrrrrr. i can't wait for my lovely weekend programmes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115112369890696477?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115112369890696477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115112369890696477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115112369890696477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115112369890696477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-funny-how-im-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115088043869506909</id><published>2006-06-21T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:00:38.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've cut my hair! it's awfully short now. yes, it's un-tieable, but not that short till it's un-clippable. i shall be annoying and do a hair survey. so fun so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] really light brown&lt;br /&gt;[ ] half purple&lt;br /&gt;[ ] half hot pink&lt;br /&gt;[x] black/dark brown&lt;br /&gt;[ ] reddish/auburn&lt;br /&gt;[ ] half blonde&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blonde&lt;br /&gt;[ ] brown&lt;br /&gt;[ ] none of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair color...&lt;br /&gt;[ ]natural&lt;br /&gt;[x] dyed it once&lt;br /&gt;[ ]like twice or three times dyed it a fewtimes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dyed it almost every color&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its been every color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is naturally.&lt;br /&gt;[x] straight&lt;br /&gt;[ ] curly&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You usually...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blow dry it&lt;br /&gt;[ ]straighten it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] curl it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] crimp it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] put it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] braid it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spike it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] just brush it&lt;br /&gt;[x] air dry it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shampoo you use is...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lux&lt;br /&gt;[ ] brilliant brunette&lt;br /&gt;[ ] suave&lt;br /&gt;[ ] herbal essences&lt;br /&gt;[ ] head &amp; shoulders&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pantene&lt;br /&gt;[ ] johnsons&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dove&lt;br /&gt;[ ] vaseline(who uses vaseline to wash their hair HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] creamsilk&lt;br /&gt;[ ]sunsilk&lt;br /&gt;[ ] soap!!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] some stuff the lady at the salon toldyou touse&lt;br /&gt;[ ] TGEL DELVA!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] vs saloon&lt;br /&gt;it's not here! i use "L`oreal Paris ELSEVE Energy Shampoo" please. oh my what a long name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish your hair was naturally...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] curly&lt;br /&gt;[ ]straight&lt;br /&gt;[x] wavy&lt;br /&gt;[ ]none of the above : just the way i am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its foggy outside, your hair...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gets frizzy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gets curly&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gets wavy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] stays the way it is&lt;br /&gt;does it even fog in singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes you ______ to do your hair...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;[x]10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 30-40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 1-2 hours&lt;br /&gt;[ ] not sure&lt;br /&gt;[] i dont do my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have dyed your hair...&lt;br /&gt;[ ]half blonde&lt;br /&gt;[ ] brunette&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dirty blonde&lt;br /&gt;[ ] black&lt;br /&gt;[x]chestnut brown? i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]red&lt;br /&gt;[ ]auburn&lt;br /&gt;[ ]pink&lt;br /&gt;[ ] green&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blue&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blonde&lt;br /&gt;[ ]never dyed it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] None of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have gotten highlights...&lt;br /&gt;[x]yes&lt;br /&gt;[ ]no&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i did but they didnt show up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPOST THIS AS "THE HAIR SURVEY"OR YOUWILL HAVE BAD HAIR DAYS FOR 5YEARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHAHAHA. wasn't that last bit just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i shall be even more annoying. yay. i'm sorry ok, the holidays have rendered me brainless and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have read a book before(OMG DUH.)&lt;br /&gt;[2] I have run more than 2 miles without stopping.(how long is that? oh who cares, i've probably run that.)&lt;br /&gt;[3] I have been on some sort of sports team.(bah. intermediate?)&lt;br /&gt;[4] I have watched cartoons for hours before&lt;br /&gt;[5] I have tripped UP the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have been snowboarding/skiing.&lt;br /&gt;[6] I have played ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I swam in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been on a whale watch.&lt;br /&gt;[7] I have seen fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[8]I have almost drowned.&lt;br /&gt;[9] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;[10] I have listened to one cd over &amp; over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have had stitch(es).&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I have stayed up til 6am doing homework /projects.(OMG hahahah WHAT A LOSER-ISH THING TO DO.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I currently have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I have been ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I have been rollerblading.&lt;br /&gt;[11]I have fallen flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;[12] I have tripped over my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I have been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I have played videogames/com for more than 3hours straight.(have i?)&lt;br /&gt;[13]I have watched The Power Rangers before. (GO GO POWER RANGERS!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I do / have attended Church regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[14]I have played truth or dare.(again, DUH.)&lt;br /&gt;[15]I have already had my 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[16]I have already had my 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[17]I've called someone stupid. And meant it.(hahaha gazillions of times.)&lt;br /&gt;[18]I've been in a verbal argument.&lt;br /&gt;[19]I've cried in school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I've played basketball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played softball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played football on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played soccer on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]  I've done cheerleading on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've swam on a team. (oh my i'm rather pathetic.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I've been swimming more than 20 times in mylife. (have i?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;[20] I've climbed a rock wall before. (like, 1/4 of it.)&lt;br /&gt;[21] I've lost more than $20.&lt;br /&gt;[22] I've called myself an idiot&lt;br /&gt;[23] I've called someone else an idiot&lt;br /&gt;[24] I've cried myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had (or have) pets.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've owned a Spice Girls cd. and or tape&lt;br /&gt;[25] I've owned a Britney Spears cd&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've owned an N*Sync cd&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've mooned someone(what?)&lt;br /&gt;[26] I've sworn at someone in authority(don't we all?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been in the schoolnewspaper / insights.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on TV&lt;br /&gt;[27]I've eaten sushi.(and hated it.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on the other side of a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies.&lt;br /&gt;[28] I've watched all the Harry Potter movies.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've watched the 3 Stooges at least once.&lt;br /&gt;[29] I've watched "Newlyweds" Nick &amp; Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;[30] I've watched Looney Tunes before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been stuffed into a locker&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been called a geek.(not to my face, at least. so it doesn't count. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;[31] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade.(excuse me, amath?!)&lt;br /&gt;[32] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it.(haha. that was english. who studys english anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've met a celebrity / music / TV artist.&lt;br /&gt;[33] I've written poetry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been attracted to someone much older than me&lt;br /&gt;[34] I've been tickled till I've cried&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've tickled someone else until they cried&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had / have siblings(i have A sibling no siblingS.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to a rock concert&lt;br /&gt;[35] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been in a play&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been picked last in gym class(i've no idea.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been picked first in gym class or so(no idea either.)&lt;br /&gt;[36] Ive been picked in that middle-range in gymclass.&lt;br /&gt;[37] I've cried in front of my friend's&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i've read a book longer than 1,000 pages(OMG NO.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've freaked out over a sports game&lt;br /&gt;[38] I’ve vomited in public&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've washed someone else’s vomit&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve ran away&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;[39] I've had a fight with someone on txt&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on a car accident&lt;br /&gt;[40] I've forgiven someone who has done something bad to me(but not forgotten.)&lt;br /&gt;[41] I've personally seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been confronted by a police officer but got away&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost someone who meant the world to me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been a member of a school office&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been suspended from class&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there! 41/99.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115088043869506909?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115088043869506909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115088043869506909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115088043869506909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115088043869506909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-cut-my-hair-its-awfully-short-now.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115069969976961779</id><published>2006-06-19T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:57:47.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one where Christine attempts to study Lit but ends up showing off her drawing skills HAHAHAHAHAH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/keiraknightley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/keiraknightley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to only draw keira kinghtley because Mr Darcy/actor who plays him is like, so ugly please. not worth my pencils. ok actually it doesn't really look like her. there's something wrong with her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, "buttons" is stuck in my head. of all songs right. the one which the pussycat dolls go "&lt;em&gt;loosen up my buttons, baby."&lt;/em&gt; speaking of which, it seems to me like only ONE of the pussycat dolls is actually singing. you know which one, the latino-looking girl who's always standing in the middle of their line-up. the rest just seem to be shaking their booties in the background or singing back-up or something. it's rather irritating. why doesn't the lead singer just go solo something? that would just do justice to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just watched Pirates of the Carribean and The Incredibles yesterday on Disney Channel. Disney Channel- the place where dreams come true. i think that's their tagline.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i did some Pirate quizzes which were SOOOO obvious. i was Jack Sparrow in all the results of course, because all you have to do is pick the option which is the most &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#bfe9ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;You have low extroversion. You are quiet and reserved in most social situations.A low key, laid back lifestyle is important to you.You tend to bond slowly, over time, with one or two people.&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.You're generally good at balancing work and play.When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.You're generally a friendly and trusting person.But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;You have high neuroticism.It's easy for you to feel shaken, worried, or depressed.You often worry, and your worries prevent you from living life fully.You tend to be emotionally reactive and moody. Your either flying very high or feeling very low.&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Jean Grey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/jean-grey.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although your fate is often unknown, you always seem to survive (even after death).Your mind is your greatest weapon, literally!&lt;br /&gt;Powers: telepathy and telekinesis, the ability to project thoughts into the mind of others, communication with animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Belong in 1965&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you scored...&lt;br /&gt;1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!&lt;br /&gt;1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.&lt;br /&gt;1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!&lt;br /&gt;1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.&lt;br /&gt;1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115069969976961779?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115069969976961779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115069969976961779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115069969976961779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115069969976961779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-where-christine-attempts-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-115054360154460051</id><published>2006-06-17T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T19:26:41.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally the computer's back. i missed it so dearly but now that it's been reformatted, it just isn't the same computer again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you sense i'm not in a very energetic mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i trouble everyone with my very exciting life, i gotta do this thing that everyone is making their friends do........uh. right. i thought anisa was the only one that tagged me to do it, until i realised that wenyuan had asked me too, like super long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing in Secondary School?&lt;br /&gt;well..... growing up? wait, i have to sit back awhile and let the random memories pour in.&lt;br /&gt;watching mindy juggle hamsters in the classroom(they nearly died, i think. the hamsters.) going to videoworld after school with my usual group of friends and just snacking on junk food and talking nonsense and laughing ourselves crazy. i remember when carl put music on &lt;em&gt;reeaaallly&lt;/em&gt; loud in the classroom during recess time and he'd do some exotic dance. and dorminic having a "showdown" with shawn in the classroom which involved lots of...........er, furniture. zukai imitating anwari's deep voice. i remember my crush on him(OMG that was &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;.) then i remember band times. i remember the countless times wanting to quit band when it got too hard. the hours in the sun. and then winning Best Display Band(twice) and feeling so elated, as if everything had paid off double. how my hands shivered because i'd been holding my instruments up too long. or how my legs ached after a day's &lt;em&gt;hentah-ing&lt;/em&gt;. and then i remember my prom, where we dressed up, had horrible food, and took loads of pictures. and then i remember the last day of school, where we took pictures with anyone and everyone and felt emotional. and then we had our O levels and then we left.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i did in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five of your favourite singers/bands?&lt;br /&gt;this is hard. i'm an impartial listener ok. though i do have short periods of obsessing over certain singers/bands, they're just phases. eh wait let me check my playlist. the ones with most songs on my playlist make it here ok?&lt;br /&gt;1. the Corrs&lt;br /&gt;2. Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;3. Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;4. Five for Fighting&lt;br /&gt;5. 3 doors down, nickelback, OASIS, michelle branch, mariah carey, jason mraz, john mayer, teddy geiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also hate math and i swear it's 1,2,3,4,12. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you would do if you were a millionaire?&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a walk-in wadrobe and then fill it up.&lt;br /&gt;2. tour the whole of Europe.&lt;br /&gt;3. blast up all the terrorists and make Iraq and Aghanistan safe places.&lt;br /&gt;4. tour the whole of the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;5. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. Procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;2. not bothering about subjects i don't like.&lt;br /&gt;3. not thinking before i speak.&lt;br /&gt;4. actually, not thinking.&lt;br /&gt;5. having mood swings and being a bitch(is that counted?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you like doing:&lt;br /&gt;1. sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;2. making music(or what i hope is music.)&lt;br /&gt;3. drawing&lt;br /&gt;4. enjoying life(which i don't really get to do nowadays.)&lt;br /&gt;5. listening to music(and singing along/mouthing rubbish lyrics to the tunes/playing air-guitar/head-banging in the shower/dancing in the shower)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you will never wear, buy or get:&lt;br /&gt;1. CROCS. those horrible footwear.&lt;br /&gt;2. drugs.&lt;br /&gt;3. tattoos. i like my skin the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;4. a tube top.&lt;br /&gt;5. horror movie DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five favourite things:&lt;br /&gt;1. oooooh. my room and everything in it.&lt;br /&gt;2. food.&lt;br /&gt;3. music.&lt;br /&gt;4. love. "music is the food of love." it's all related, see?&lt;br /&gt;5. my computer.( absence makes the heart fonder, ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people to do this thingy:&lt;br /&gt;gosh. anisa said it all. who else? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG WHAT A BORING POST THIS IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-115054360154460051?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/115054360154460051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=115054360154460051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115054360154460051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/115054360154460051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-computers-back.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114983748807511786</id><published>2006-06-09T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:18:17.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was thinking about blogging about the tennis camp, but then i realised it's all been blogged-about. yup. anyways, this is a testament to my ever-failing memory....... so if anyone wants to know what happened, just click on the "tjtennis" under the "Friends" column and yes, it's all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for what happened to me, i'd say the most serious injury was mental, not physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM SO BLOODY UNFIT&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;to think it took me a whole 3 days and 3 nights to figure that out. ok that's it. i need to practice more. or maybe it was the lack of sleep. or maybe it was the mosquitoes. or maybe it was the *ahem* monthly issue. or maybe i need to stop making excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sally wants to watch a movie today because she (quotes:MISSES ME) but it started raining so i was lazy to get out of the house. anyways, i'd rented DVDs to occupy myself with and before you think- &lt;em&gt;you horrendous lazy bum you're supposed to be nerd-ing for the JCTs!&lt;/em&gt; it's Pride and Prejudice starring Keira Knightley and Mr Dar-Ugly-Cy whatever his name is. and although yes, Ms Nansi did state rather clearly that the movie doesn't do justice to the novel,(they never do. think Da Vinci Code.) the movie's still &lt;em&gt;literature-related&lt;/em&gt; ok. (read: I'M STUDYING!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sally and zukai are coming over later to watch with me! i think it's for 3 reasons. one, they obviously (quote: MISS ME) heh. two, we're all lit students studying the same boring book. three, Keira Knightley. nuff said. especially in the case of zukai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hooked on this song by Pink. not that i like her. or attitude. or *gasp* her &lt;em&gt;choice of stage name&lt;/em&gt;. it's this song:&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how&lt;br /&gt;You promised me you'd be around&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;I took your words&lt;br /&gt;And I believed&lt;br /&gt;In everything&lt;br /&gt;You said to me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah huh&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;br /&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;br /&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out&lt;br /&gt;Cause they're all wrong&lt;br /&gt;I know better&lt;br /&gt;Cause you said forever&lt;br /&gt;And ever&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we were such fools&lt;br /&gt;And so convinced and just too cool&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could touch you again&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could still call you friend&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone said count your blessings now&lt;br /&gt;For they're long gone&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just didn't know howI was all wrong&lt;br /&gt;They knew better&lt;br /&gt;Still you said forever&lt;br /&gt;And ever&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you locked in my head&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;Until we&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget you my friend&lt;br /&gt;What happened&lt;br /&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;br /&gt;You'd be long goneI'd stand up and punch them out&lt;br /&gt;Cause they're all wrong and&lt;br /&gt;That last kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll cherish&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;And time makes&lt;br /&gt;It harder&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could remember&lt;br /&gt;But I keep&lt;br /&gt;Your memory&lt;br /&gt;You visit me in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you read(or rather, listen) to the lyrics, you'll realise how un-Pink they are. you'd have expected at least a "shit" in there, right? instead, it sounds all......normal. doesn't it? plus, instead of an angry tone, it's got a kind of melancholy ring to it. there's this bittersweet sense in my head after i hear it. wow. the power of songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something i need to do...... oh that's right! write madelyn. i think our year 2s were really sweet, with all the gifts. for all players, we received this photo of the year 2s with our names pasted on them, with colourful macaroni letters. that's like so, intricate to make and endearing, not to mention. yea well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better get started on it, before my people come in like, 50 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before i forget, isn't today 0906? my brother &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; made my mother pay this one-off fee of $15.75 to subscribe to the world cup channel &lt;em&gt;just for him&lt;/em&gt;. i've a feeling i won't be getting much sleep the whole of next week. (i sleep just next to the living room, see.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114983748807511786?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114983748807511786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114983748807511786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114983748807511786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114983748807511786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-thinking-about-blogging-about.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114968559072241005</id><published>2006-06-07T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:06:30.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just came back from camp this morning! a million things happened but i'm really too tired to type it(despite sleeping for 6 hours just now).&lt;br /&gt;camp made me realise........&lt;br /&gt;how bloody unfit i am!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;how much my tennis sucks.&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i ache everywhere now.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really really really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;and there's a CG outing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114968559072241005?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114968559072241005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114968559072241005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114968559072241005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114968559072241005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-came-back-from-camp-this.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114925215807633751</id><published>2006-06-02T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:42:38.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i've avoided blogging long enough. i've been avoiding blogging because nothing's been happening in my life that is even &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; to being worth written in this godforsaken blog. and i like people to read my entries and smile, not read my entries and go OOOOMMMMGGGGG not another one of them boring blog entries. which, trust me, i have come across gazillions of such entries. i have also come across gazillions of such &lt;em&gt;whole blogs&lt;/em&gt; filled with such unbearable entries of people and their boring lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i assure you my life is NOT boring, and therefore i will NOT write boring entries.&lt;br /&gt;and that's why i avoided blogging for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. i can't believe everywhere i go, everyone's so preoccupied with activities! oh for pete's sake, it's the june holidays! i've stepped in TJ like only twice since the holidays started. ok, i hope that's considered little. the last time i came to school was....... oh sheesh i can't remember the day. it was for art.....and we basically did nothing. oh. i must say something about the esplanade thingy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs neo was telling us about our assignment for term 3. i wasn't really listening, but it's something like she booked a few walls along the Esplanade for us to paint as murals, with some theme(which i have forgotten). and we'll be just doing that for the whole 2 &lt;em&gt;months. &lt;/em&gt;OMG freaking cool. i wonder if the mural can consist of my gigantic name only.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a bit freaky that most of the people who read my blog don't tag. oh wait, why do i care? i shouldn't be so self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to cut my hair today but my usual hairdresser is on holiday! i also realise that if i let my hair down and swish my head around a bit, i look like paul twohill. i'm not kidding ok! ok i don't look like paul twohill but my &lt;em&gt;hair&lt;/em&gt; does ok. my fringe is like, the same length as his. not that i'd want to have his hair. that's why i'm gonna cut it, see. he looks like a goth-wannabe. but he can sing, and that's what counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sore throat. probably caused by all the couch-potato-ing and unconscious snacking that comes with it. ICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHIT&lt;/em&gt;. chris brown is SO HOT. yayayayayayayay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have almost nothing left to blog. except the tennis camp's coming in 2 days.... should i dread it or look forward to it? i haven't been to a camp in......... 1 and a half years. sheesh so long. butit doesn't matter, as long as it's fun, i'll have fun! it &lt;em&gt;BETTER&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114925215807633751?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114925215807633751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114925215807633751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114925215807633751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114925215807633751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-ive-avoided-blogging-long-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114881048466307274</id><published>2006-05-28T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:01:24.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woops, i "forgot" to go for tennis yesterday. the holiday mood invaded me the moment i stepped out of TJ on friday evening. i'm actually dreading going back to school tomorrow for make-up lessons. ho yea, i wish they literally were "make-up" lessons. hahahah. that would be so much more fun, yes? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah....make-up lessons. we could have one on "foundation"(i mean, seriously, "foundation" is like, the rudiment of makeup), followed by one on "concealing", and then we'd proceed to "eyeshadow &amp; mascara", and to touch it all up, "lipstick &amp;amp; gloss". perrrfecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just finished watching "Pleasantville". it's from about 1998, when Reese Witherspoon and Tobey Maguire &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; looked like teenagers. it's a really complex film to elaborate on, and i have the feeling that if i started, i'd launch into a practical criticism of it. cos it's just so "literature-ish". and no, it's not even arty-farty or abstract. it's just....wonderfully L-O-V-E-L-Y. unfortunately, it's not mine to keep. i gotta return it in a few days. anyhow, i'm making it a point to watch 3 VCDs/DVDs per week. to catch up on all the movies i've missed thanks to school. by the way people, there are &lt;em&gt;tons&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;gazillions&lt;/em&gt; of great movies out there. i don't wanna miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Reese Witherspoon rocks. she looks like a barbie doll. i think she looks immaculate even when she's supposed to look messy. i love her!! ok ok she's added to my list of "female idols". there done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of movies, i really don't want to say this but.... i made the horrendous mistake of watching "The Ring" last night. BAD MOVE, CHRISTINE, BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDD. christine no watch horror movies. what happened?&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs* i was curious, i guess. anyway, (1)- i didn't even watch half the movie, (2)- i peeked at it through the bottom of my interlocked fingers, (3)- i frequently changed channels when i it got unbearable. unbearable=scary music came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;don't even smirk.&lt;br /&gt;don't even roll your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't sleep the whole of last night. OMG WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. i kept envisioning ghosts crawling out of my cupboards. like how she came out of the tv. UGH. no more horror for me. EVER. the experiment has failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, speaking of failing, i'm reminded of a horrendous incident in the art room. i was busy trying to do my write-up for my portfolio, when i was thinking of a word to describe my scene of clouds reflected in the water or something like that. then a word came to my mind, but i forgot how to spell it.(turns out i forgot how to pronounce it too.) so i turned to the teacher and went, "mr heng, how do you spell 'picture square'?" yes i pronounced it that way.&lt;br /&gt;omg, i hate my english standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i take a look at my "wishlist", and wonder if any of those can be truly fulfilled. ok, maybe except "survive TJC", which it inevitably be done one day, and "learn the guitar", which i still intend to do, and the magazine thingy, which will be done probably with my journalism course(maybe?). but i look at the others and wonder if i've crossed the line into my fantasy world. i mean, this is the real world. who really has self-esteem 100% of the time? or loves themselves for who they are? i'm sorry, am i being too vague? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114881048466307274?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114881048466307274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114881048466307274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114881048466307274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114881048466307274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/05/woops-i-forgot-to-go-for-tennis.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114864832102960372</id><published>2006-05-26T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:01:00.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Drama Queen (or King)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You are more dramatic than 60% of the population.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the oscar goes to... you!&lt;br /&gt;You're all about overreacting and just plain acting.&lt;br /&gt;You see the world as your stage, and give a great performance.&lt;br /&gt;And while you're friends may find you entertaining at times...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's secretly hoping that you'll just chill a little.&lt;br /&gt;(But they'd never tell you - they fear your wrath!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Drama Queen (or King)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Sunrise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/sunrise.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You enjoy living a slow, fulfilling life. You enjoy living every moment, no matter how ordinary.You are a person of reflection and meditation. You start and end every day by looking inward. Caring and giving, you enjoy making people happy. You're often cooking for friends or buying them gifts.All in all, you know how to love life for what it is - not for how it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Time Of Day Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1" color="black"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#cbe5fe"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Political Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cce2fe"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt;: 30% Conservative, 70% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cddffe"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cfdcff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d0d8ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d1d5ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d2d2ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense and Crime&lt;/strong&gt;: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Liberal Or Conservative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/moon.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You represent the unconscious side of life, what happens in dreams.You are capable of great genius - but also of great madness.Emotions tend to be primal for you, both your fears and your fantasies. Your intuition is always right, listening to it is the difficult part.&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;You are about to embark on a very important journey - and a very difficult one.Some of your deepest dreams will be realized, as well as some of your deepest nightmares.Follow your creativity and visions; stay away from your weaknesses.You are taking a voyage to the center of yourself, and you may be pleasantly surprised by what you discover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were a Swan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/swan.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a spiritual soul who sees into the future.You are also good at interpreting dreams - those of yourself and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Metal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/metal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In love, you inspire and respect your partner.For you, love is all about fusing together for one incredible life experience.&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with wit and a bit of flash.Your flirting style is defined by making others want and value you.&lt;br /&gt;Greatness and optimism are the cornerstones of your love life.You may let go too easily, but you never get weighed down by your past.&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Earth&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Fire&lt;br /&gt;You and another Metal element: will control and smother each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are &lt;b&gt;47&lt;/b&gt;% Taurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/taurus.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; much do you match your zodiac sign?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114864832102960372?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114864832102960372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114864832102960372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114864832102960372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114864832102960372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-are-drama-queen-or-king-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114864104697872304</id><published>2006-05-26T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:00:11.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a girl who had a life. Then, she went to TJ, and lost her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG what a week. the last 3 days have been nothing short of crazy. let's begin with wednesday la ok. basically, it's all because of Sports Carnival and my eff-ing art project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us arty-farty people were seriously lagging behind in our portfolio. those who were going for the overnight run decided that during the free time&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(for your info, the overnight run works like this: if you're in a sports PDP(CCA), you stay over and run 7 rounds during your allocated time slot to contribute to the 290 rounds(for our 29th anniversary.)the tennis time slot was 3.45am.( now everybody reading this say AWWWWW CHRISTINE. POOR THING.),&lt;/span&gt; we'd stay up the whole night and do art. so mrs neo agreed, and we shifted the containers of acrylic, colour pencils, pastels, water colour, and whatever else outside onto the benches near Scope. then, since i'm so smart i predicted i wasn't going to sleep at all the entire night, i decided to zoom off back to my comfy bed at home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's just what i did. slept, bathed, ate a abit before rushing back to school at 7.30&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.(for your info, the whole overnight run thing starts at 7.30pm. all the way till 7.30am. and just nice, our principal gets to run the very last run amid everyone cheering for her like she's some big shot.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;so i went to find the art people, who were still at the same spot, religiously drawing away. then the run was going to begin soon and some of them had to run, so we shifted all materials to the dance studio at the sports complex. if you know TJ, that's a &lt;em&gt;fucking long&lt;/em&gt; distance in which we had to lug all our materials across. damn heavy. we looked like construction workers. and then, while we were doing our art work in the bright, spacious, rather quiet dance studio, the Titans invaded the place. in they came, shouting and screaming random cheers, doing sit-ups and push-ups all over the place. i wondered why they didn't being their logs in. so then, like refugees, me, rachel, weilin, jiayi, lugged our heavy materials and drawings all the way back to the canteen. again, &lt;em&gt;not-so-fucking-long&lt;/em&gt; distance but hey, we had heavy stuff ok. that was our permanent place for the rest of the night. we drew for awhile, then weilin and me went back to interact with our tennis people because we didn't want to become outcasts. heh. turns out it wwas quite boring too. they were either playing basketball or tennis(both of which i was too tired to play). so we just sat around talking, i think. i lay down to try and sleep on the bleachers for awhile but HELLO. concrete?? no way. plus, it was just uber noisy, with people shouting "jiayou" everywhere to the runners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't sleep. and before i knew it, it was 3.45am. crap. we were given lightsticks to wear, which are so pretty. but they've died out by now. anyway, the run was &lt;em&gt;FUCKING FAST&lt;/em&gt; ok. i swear, i was going to die already. 7 rounds in 10 mins or so i think. OMG i was lagging so much half the time, my captain madelyn was literally pushing me forward half the time. but then again, i completed the run(although a little bit behind) THIS COMING FROM A PERSON WHO FREAKING FAILED HER 2.4 OK.&lt;br /&gt;i command all of you to applaud for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, in addition to being mentally tired, we were physically tired. i think i was walking around in circles because of my severe giddiness. i really thought i was going to faint, there and then. don't blame me ok, i'm weak. i forgot to bring my bathing stuff, so i just showered and changed. a bit gross because the sweat was gone, but the grime wasn't. i wasn't clean. by then, it was nearly 5 something. i returned to the canteen to try and draw a bit, but i discovered i couldn't pick up my pen; i was too tired. rachel and jiayi were super tired too, and half awake. i think they didn't sleep too.i'd barely dozed off, no, actually, i hadn't, i was drifting in and out of consciousness because the canteen rattan chair was so hard. then it was time to wake up. so up it was, i packed up, and wondered whether to stay on or pon school to sleep. in the end, the art portfolio was more pressing because it's our JCT and well, we're nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so, went for assembly and back to the art room it was. OMG these few days the art room has become my second home. i suddenly have this memory of rachel and me eating a really gross western breakfast at the canteen. we were so bloody hungry and zombified but we just couldn't stomach the food. GROSS. anyway, we spent the rest of the day in the art room, all the way till 6pm. it got really tough at times; i nearly dozed off while drawing a few times and the lines got all crooked. HAHAHAHAH I'M SERIOUS! but the art people(especially those who stayed over and didn't sleep) were so cranky and crazy it was pretty fun. it was like art camp!! mrs neo even offered for us to camp over a second night. she said she had pillows and sleeping bags but NO i missed my bed too much. we were all so nutty, thanks to entertaining performances by zhenghui and christopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home with art in hand, and after eating, i barely picked up my pen but i plonked on the bed. too late. i fell asleep. at about 12midnight, still. BAAAAAAAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we were so art crazy that the art room was abuzz with activity &lt;em&gt;before assembly&lt;/em&gt; OMG. i thought i was the worst but when i opened the door at 7.10am, there were already art people there. the procrastinators, at least. when assembly went, we all ignored the chime until mrs neo forced us out. after assembly, back to the art room it was!! (this really might've been Art Carnival. thank goodness i didn't sign up for any sport. i hate sports, anyway.) and so there we stayed, until, get this: I FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at approximately 4pm. the time passed by really fast, because the art people were even more crazy and cranky today. i think even as i type, some are still there, drawing away. mrs neo took pity on all her procrastinators(which was like, everybody) and gave us till 6pm instead of 1pm. more entertaining performances today. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. THE PORTFOLIO IS FINALLY OVERRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;one day, i'll post up my drawings, ok? i'll label them "the drawings that nearly killed me". and then i'll never touch art again for the rest of my june holidays. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to hibernate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114864104697872304?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114864104697872304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114864104697872304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114864104697872304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114864104697872304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/05/once-upon-time-there-was-girl-who-had.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114820193832514897</id><published>2006-05-21T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:11:23.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm NOT in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;BAD.&lt;br /&gt;BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the art portfolio is killing me. 3 weeks, 3 A3 drawing blocks filled, which is roughly equivalent to 15 detailed drawings using different mediums like, pencil, pen, water colour, acrylic blah blah blah. not that i'd like to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the procrastinator that i am, the first week was spent doing absolutely nothing but thinking of which question i would choose. and i eventually settled on "Panorama".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the procrastinator that i am, the second week was spent taking 5 photographs, including 1 ridiculous attempt at some crazy fish-lens effect which turned out crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the procrastinator that i am, with 6 days to due-date, i am dying. and(i think) so are the rest of the art people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the procrastinator that i am, i have compeleted a grand total of ZERO drawings and 3 sketches. with 6 days to go. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate procrastinators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like talking. my fingers are red from holding my pencils and they smell of my kneadable eraser. which i spend more time playing with and stretching like roti prata more than i do my drawing. because it's nice to play with. ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i saying, "i don't feel like talking"? i mean, i don't feel like typing. luckily, my mum was in my room telling me all about her secondary school days. which were rather interesting. it somehow added colour to my drawing. (metaphorically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out back in KC, she joined Tennis in sec 1 and 2!! ho ho ho. just like me, except in a different school and different level of education. but she says she couldn't hit any of the balls.&lt;br /&gt;and then, when she was sec 3, she decided she'd had enough of sports and joined Drama club, for which she remained in the rest of sec school. strangely enough, i am in Drama too, i just don't want to attend it. i have a feeling they'd kick me out before i step into the drama room or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mom's favourite activity back at school was staring at St. Pats' boys while they did their morning runs for PE. (back then, the 2 schools were next to each other.) and after school, her despo friends would run to the bus stop to meet St. Pat boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am telling everybody about my mother. pfffffffffffffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's do some non-typing activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: M.C. Escher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/mc-escher.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait.And even if your painting turned out a bit dark, it would be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Gemini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/gemini.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why you'll love a Gemini:&lt;br /&gt;Witty and sharp, a Gemini can keep up with your fast (and ever changing) mind.You're both fun loving and free spirits. You and a Gemini can enjoy each other without expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Why a Gemini will love you:&lt;br /&gt;Not only can you keep up with a Gemini's sharp tongue, you can introduce a challenge or two...You're appetite for fun and novelty will keep a Gemini interested - at least for a bit longer than usual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#fff2bf"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your French Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aimée Bastide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#e9f3fa"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Blood Type is Type B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d6e8f6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/b.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You follow your own rules in life, even if you change the rules every day.Sure, you tend to be off the wall and unpredictable, but that's what makes you lovable.And even though you're a wild child, you have the tools to be a great success.You are able to concentrate intently - and make the impossible possible.&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with: B and AB&lt;br /&gt;Famous Type B's: Leonardo Di Caprio and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Inner Blood Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#b9d3ee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/volcano.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.And while this may not seem big, it can be.It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#cddeff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Failed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/failed.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh no, you only got 6/10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Could&lt;/a&gt; You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey i may have failed but i can count enough to know that SIX OUT OF TEN IS A PASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type B+ Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a pro at going with the flowYou love to kick back and take in everything life has to offerA total joy to be around, people crave your stability.&lt;br /&gt;While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's doneYou're passionate - just selective about your passions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Do&lt;/a&gt; You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Buffy the Vampire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/buffy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"We saved the world. I say we have to party."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Superheroine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114820193832514897?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114820193832514897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114820193832514897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114820193832514897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114820193832514897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-not-in-good-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114787234041810636</id><published>2006-05-17T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:25:47.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Christine&amp;gender=n"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Christine!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christine is actually a fruit, not a vegetable!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is actually no danger in swimming right after you eat christine, though it may feel uncomfortable!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are more than two hundred different kinds of christine!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes forty minutes to hard-boil christine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christine is the only metal that is liquid at room temperature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The water in oceans is four times less salty than the water in christine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banging your head against christine uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A thimbleful of christine would weigh over 100 million tons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cats use their christine to test whether a space is large enough for them to fit through!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Japan it is considered rude to talk with christine in your mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="&lt;a href="&gt;http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl&lt;/a&gt;" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Pang&amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Pang!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lightning strikes pang over seven times every hour!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pang never said 'Play it again, Sam'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women shoplift four times more frequently than pang!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When pang is swallowed, she will enter the blood stream within twenty minutes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grapes explode if you put them inside pang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The opposite sides of pang always add up to seven!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pang is incapable of sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 1982 Time Magazine named pang its 'Man of the Year'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no lead in a lead pencil - it is simply a stick of graphite mixed with pang and water!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pang has enough fat to produce 32 bars of soap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="&lt;a href="&gt;http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl&lt;/a&gt;" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114787234041810636?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114787234041810636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114787234041810636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114787234041810636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114787234041810636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/05/ten-top-trivia-tips-about-christine.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114761996362058487</id><published>2006-05-14T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:19:23.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm having the monday blues. even though it's only sunday. WHAAAAAAAAAAAT it's already sunday night?!&lt;br /&gt;gosh the weekend has just zoomed by. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICE THINGS THAT HAPPENED OVER THE LONG WEEKEND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a visit to the bitch with my best buddies, namely, sally, anisa and shuuji.(james and zukai couldn't com.) WTH. even though they both aren't buddhists, they shouldn't be made to go back to school during Vesak Day!! it's a public holiday, for crying out loud. (i wonder if zukai has reached the peak of Ophir.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let's see.... i have to rack my brains a bit because that was like 2 days ago and i swear my brain capacity is decreasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuuji and i went to Tampines Mall(bloody crowded as usual) but through the stampede of feet at that &lt;em&gt;very very very&lt;/em&gt; crowded traffic light outside TM(if you're a true-blue Tampinesian you'll know what i'm talking about). ho yes, through the masses of feet and legs, i saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Purple%20Toenails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Purple%20Toenails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK CAREFULLY. guy with painted toenails. OH HO HO HO that's not all. PURRRRPPPPLE toenails. EW. we were malicious enough to snap a picture when he wasn't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met anisa and &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; gave her her presents. she is encouraged to go home and SQUEEEEEEZE the kiwis to make kiwi juice, aren't you? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we all got on the train to bugis. we made our way to sally's shop at Icon Building. i kinda took a small(literally ok? the building is small.) walk around 1 floor and decided that it sells nice things!! i have decided to book 1 day of the june holidays for Shopping At Icon. anyways anyways, sally made a grand entrance(through the lift doors, no less. with her mummy.) and we were good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to the bitch it was(oh if you don't get it, it's really BEACH). we hailed a cab from bugis junction and the taxi driver kinda wasted our money by bringing us to 2(!!!) wrong destinations first. what a cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat at this hawker centre and proceeded to eat a bit. and laugh lots, of course. our favourite hobby. i'm glad i have besties who know that laughing is one of my favourite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to sit on the bitch!! HAHAHAH i should stop this "bitch" thing. so bitchy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the horny asses that we are.... anisa proceeded to make a sand-boob and shuuji decided to&lt;br /&gt;make a sand-penis. very life-like, i must add. complete with seaweed for the um, appropriate hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/making%20a%20boob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BOOB-MAKER AT WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that, we decided to make a.........sandman!! HAHAHAH. wanna see wanna see?&lt;br /&gt;our dear Mr. Sandman was too big to be shot in 1 whole picture, so i'll show part by part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/christine"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/christine%27s%20bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has seaweed for nose hair and a goatee, and mini-coconuts for earrings. (i have no idea why sally has saved this under "Christine's bf." i SO do not go for guys with goatees.) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/CENSORED.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/CENSORED.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's his body. we made a very nice 6-pack and muscles for him! and shuuji added his, ahem, manhood too. unfortunately, there were inappropriate audiences nearby(babies and little kiddies) so we had to censor that bit with my "no drugs" towel. but you can still see the bump. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/x-rated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/x-rated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we changed it to a simple "X marks the spot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we left Mr. Sandman to the fate of the elements.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to get up on one of the breakwaters. it's really no wonder i'm not in rock climbing. i couldn't get my feet up a 2m rock wall. the others were all up, with shuuji climbing up and down dozens of times to show off. but in the end, anisa got down and pushed my big ass up to make&lt;br /&gt;me go up. sigh. one of us said that a breakwater is actually called a "groin". well then. that's all of us, on the "groin". sally took the picture. as you can see, we aren't very happy to be on the "groin". YIKES. i look ah lian. choy choy choy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/at%20groywn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok after a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time, we got off the "groin" and walked a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG way to Gelare's. the one near Macs. my feet were so extremely sore because of the sand grains biting at my soles.&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner. waffles and ice-cream, to be exact. DUH people go to Gelare for ice-cream, at least. if you don't, it's like going to Pastamania and not eating pasta. or going to Sakae Sushi and not eating sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/spastic%20anisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/spastic%20anisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA omg this picture gave me a tummy ache. i can't look at anisa's face when i type, i'll just burst out laughing. IT'S TOTALLY SPASTIC. oh phew thank god i look the most sane(HAHAHA looks can be deceiving). shuuji looks slightly insane, but anisa! anisa! OMG i'm contemplating sending this to the TPJC website so that all the TPJC-ians will know what she really looks like! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/we%20tried%20so%20hard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/we%20tried%20so%20hard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HEART TK FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;and then, as good things must come to an end, we parted ways and went home. HAHAHAHA i bet shuuji is too scared to send me home anymore because Mr Desai is my downstairs neighbour!! who is also his physics teacher, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was spent going for tennis and doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;sunday was spent doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but in the course of that, i had to take panoramic shots of vast landscapes so my dad drove us all up to Punggol for that. armed with my camera, i got what i wanted, but decided to check out the town of Punggol. DAMN NICE. it's such a quiet, pristine little town. with new ammenties. a little ulu, but that certainly beats crowded Tampines anytime. i love Punggol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap there's school tomorrow. i'm having monday blues, did i mention?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114761996362058487?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114761996362058487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114761996362058487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114761996362058487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114761996362058487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-having-monday-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114735508707975553</id><published>2006-05-11T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:45:36.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the Beta House Campfire. BAH. i never planned on going, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the above-mentioned event, we were supposed to dance with our "mortals" during the dance. NO WAY was i ever going to dance with a stranger guy. ok so i'm being a horrible "angel"-in other words, a devil- because i didn't bother to give my "mortal" anything at all. and that's only because my "angel" didn't bother to give &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; anything.&lt;br /&gt;evidently, this whole "angel and mortal" game isn't working. my "angel" is probably some can't-be-bothered &lt;em&gt;typical&lt;/em&gt; guy(hahahah feminist seh!) who took one look at "MORTAL-pang li hui christine 34/06" and went "BAH. heck la. i wanna go home and play PS2 and won't bother giving this girl anything unless she's super chio."&lt;br /&gt;hah yeah i bet that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is kicking up a fuss because he's just discovered that The Da Vinci Code is NC-16 and he only turns 16 at the end of the year. HAH DECEMBER SUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! woops. i forgot that december is a popular month for mummys to have their kiddywinks(haha geog inside joke) and that &lt;em&gt;tons&lt;/em&gt; of people are born in december. namely, my entire family(except me). that means strategically, if i want my child to be born in december, i must have sex in march! simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i SO must watch The Da Vinci Code. i want to see how accurately the movie adaptation will follow the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a preety long day. it's been ages since i bothered to update on school happenings because........it's school! come on!&lt;br /&gt;ok i guess today was a little more significant because i ponned math tutorial. with jingxian and esther. and we sat at the canteen for about 2 hours, doing pretty much nothing. ohmygoodness it's been ages since i skipped a lesson. skipping lessons were.......rampant at MI. nobody came for lessons at all. i'd been living in reverse mode until today. ok so this is the second lesson i've skipped in TJ. and they've both been Fazli-taught math tutorials. we don't like Fazli. and we don't like math. (i don't think he reads blogs, does he?) he's so boring. plus, he talks and laughs to himself. he doesn't jump around the class, wave his arms dramatically while trying to prove a point, grab brooms to demonstrate vertical asymptotes, come up with outrageous analogys of postmen and their postboxes while trying to teach functions, not like &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; math teacher we know. so anyway. no Fazli for us. after that, i had an extra free period because it was econs and so.........&lt;br /&gt;basically, i had 3 lessons for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lunch, we went to BK at bedok central. eating at school isn't much fun, what with the total lack of space because the tables are bloody &lt;em&gt;round&lt;/em&gt; and not &lt;em&gt;rectangular&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! we did a GP essay and i picked the most "literature" question of the lot.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are tragedies popular?"&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; have things to say on these types of topics. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept in chinese class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to draw up a "Shopping List" really soon. as in, literally. there are too many things in my head and i need to discard the less important. what am i saying?? i need to discard the &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING:BIASED&lt;br /&gt;i bought LIME, which was having it's "pretty boy issue". it had its fair share of hot and not guys, as usual. for starters, Prince Harry?! ok maybe the writers were thinking that people were tiring of prince william as the "conventional pretty boy" but &lt;em&gt;helloooo&lt;/em&gt;! prince william is still prettier than his younger brother, even though he needs braces more urgently.&lt;br /&gt;Rain?! ok i absolutely don't know anything about this guy except that he's korean and he's a singer. i seriously doubt he can sing. anyway, not the point. i don't like guys with beady eyes because they're so small you can hardly have any eye contact with them and secondly, they look evil and deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;there were these 2 hot african-americans, though. one was the new kid on the block from Desperate Housewives, the guy who plays Matthew Applewhite. i think he's damn hot. hot in a..... dangerous way. then there's Chris Brown. hahahahah! his smile looks damn cute. he's 1 year younger than me. no matter.&lt;br /&gt;(NO FLAMING ON MY TAGBOARD. KEEP YOUR UNAPPRECIATED COMMENTS TO YOURSELF.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST starts in 20 mintues!! speaking of which, no one in TJC seems to watch LOST. wwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy????????&lt;br /&gt;i swear LOST is the nicest show in the history of nice shows. oh oh! and, i think shannon died. tonight's episode will confirm my worst fears. one question i need to ask the producers, though: WHAT'S WITH MAKING THE HOT PEOPLE DIE?! did it not occur to you that some superficial people(not me) might not continue to watch the show after the eye candies have been killed off? biatches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow it's cycling with the people at east coast!! and i must give anisa her ****** *** *** and her *****.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114735508707975553?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114735508707975553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114735508707975553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114735508707975553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114735508707975553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-is-beta-house-campfire.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114717577308984199</id><published>2006-05-09T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:56:13.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S BUH-LOGGIN TIME!&lt;br /&gt;i realise i'm blogging less and less... well that can't be helped. i'm simply too busy.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being busy. "busy" and "me" don't go together; never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't like it when i can't write what i feel cos too many people read this blog(besides the people who tag) YOU read right? YOU right? YOU right? *points points points*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i was being rude. and random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed more tests. unfortunately i can't drop any subjects. i very much would like to, though.&lt;br /&gt;i wish they'd free-fall from the 100th floor and land at the bottom with a sickening crack, practically disintegrating into a million splinters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's happened over the past few days..... General Elections? as usual, my GRC is under the PAP. once again. i can't remember a time when Tampines was under the opposition. oh wait, i think it never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a million and one other things happened over the week, but somehow, i just don't feel like recounting anything. i'm not in the mood for recounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored and got inspiration from shuuji- do quizzes! when in doubt, quiz. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;christine, you're destined for Survivor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to put yourself on display for the world to see, you might as well get paid! That's right, your show is Survivor, the Super Bowl of reality shows. Okay, so technically, you'll only be pocketing $650,000 after taxes, but that's pretty good coin for a little camping trip.It's clear, you love the outdoors and are prepared for all the inherent challenges that come with picking your breakfast off a shrub and your dinner out of the bug netting. But your mental toughness is what really qualifies you for Survivor. You know all about the satisfaction that comes with enduring physical challenges, but it's the psychological edge that's going to keep your torch lit. You know how to read others, press buttons, and build alliances. The tribe has spoken: Send your audition tape Survivor's way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i did another quiz on "crushes" but i don't want to put up the result cos it's too....well, shocking. even for me. and totally NOT true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;christine, your crush is the Skate Punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe he's no Tony Hawk. It's more about a rebellious attitude than actual skateboarding ability. What's most important for your fall crush is that he's a cool character with an alluring edge about him.An original and hip gal like you should be with someone who's equally interesting and enticing. Someone who welcomes challenges and isn't afraid to try something new. Whether you're checking out an art gallery, going to a movie, or just hanging out, you'll be dancing to your own beat — together. It takes two to tango, you know. Better find your partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH serious? that's my kinda guy? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;christine, your signature hairstyle is Subtle and Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/sweet_s.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/200/sweet_s.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fashion schmashion. You don't worry about what's hot or who's cool since you've got the confidence to know what makes you feel good. And that's all that matters to a down-to-earth soul like you. Sure, it's fun to see what's on the runways, but if you won't feel comfortable in it, why bother?You've got a sweet personality and fun spirit to brighten any occasion, and that's what makes your signature hairstyle so sophisticated. You don't use your hair or your look to change who you are — it's as lovely, simple, and radiant as you are. Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;christine, your summer sport should be Camping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/camping_s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/200/camping_s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Getting away from it all and being in the outdoors sounds about your speed. A down-to-earth person like you will be right at home bonding with Mother Nature and taking life as it comes. Spending time with good friends, telling stories around the campfire, enjoying breathtaking views, and making s'mores are just a few of the fun activities that come with camping.The beauty of this summer sport is that you can make the trip whatever you want it to be. You can backpack in multiple miles and break camp in the middle of nowhere, or you could bunk down close to your car. It's your call how hardcore or easygoing you make the trip. But however you do it, it's sure to make you a happy camper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;christine, your best quality shines through in how Compassionate you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you're a caring and considerate person who is typically very loving, as well really draws people to you! But that's not the only thing. Your answers on the test indicate you're psychologically and emotionally stable and better able than most people to tolerate even the roughest situations. You are an inventive and creative person who usually has an abundance of imagination and ideas, too.In all, there are 15 qualities that help define you when you're at your best. Those are the traits potential employers, friends, and partners look for in you. What makes you unique is your particular distribution of those 15 qualities.We've found that your particular combination of qualities is rare — only &lt;em&gt;4 in 10,000 people&lt;/em&gt; share the same general mix of traits. Those are great odds if you're trying to show a potential employer, colleague, friend, or date why you're exactly the right person for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;COOL!!!! 4 in 10000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114717577308984199?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114717577308984199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114717577308984199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114717577308984199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114717577308984199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-buh-loggin-time-i-realise-im.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114674058797433158</id><published>2006-05-04T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:19:34.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what an eventful week. i have both BAD and GOOD news. but people always want to read the GOOD news first, don't they? don't deny it, YOU do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the GOOD news is....... on monday( labour day) i went out with sally, anisa, james, shuuji and zukai for yours truly's belated birthday celebration. pizza hut @ TM holds certain special memories for all of us, i think. laughter all around.... it happens everytime all of us get together. i think our main activity is laughing. at other people. so then, my presents were:&lt;br /&gt;a card from shuuji&lt;br /&gt;a card from sally&lt;br /&gt;a jewellery holder thingy from sally, shuuji, james, zukai, anisa(oh that's like everyone)&lt;br /&gt;a necklace from anisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i was expecting a boyfriend to pop out from the ba kwa box( ok the joke's getting stale), i got a.......sexy headless woman instead! it's close, my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's my new pet! and her name is Medusa. go figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PET MEDUSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA! i think i've amassed quite a collection of chains/necklaces. and they're even managed to find one wearing a dress &lt;em&gt;with the same colour as my prom dress&lt;/em&gt;!!! although my prom dress wasn't half as sexy as the one my pet Medusa is wearing( not with me wearing it la)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the airport and attempted to study at Popeyes, but got chased out by management staff. so then zukai went off and the rest of us went off to james' aunt's condo(eastern lagoon?) clubhouse to study. i didn't think we got much done. i think all of us wanted to catch up with each other more than study. sigh. so little time, so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; haven't finished that pen drawing i was working on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast-forward to today. the BAD news.&lt;br /&gt;it started with the 2-hour lunch break. it was me, chanel, wenyuan, priscilla, xinhui, delin and alvin. we decided to go out to eat at Parkway (speaking of which, haven't been to Parkway in AGES please!) so then decided to go by the back gate la. but. it was locked. being lazy people, we decided to climb over the gate. seriously, the gate is climb-able. it's like, the height of a very tall 6-foot person. but. the security camera was in the way. spying on us. so we thought of a rather smart idea to block it out. ok, actually, it's a really stupid idea. we, rather, &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; used an open umbrella to cover the gate while they attempted to climb out. &lt;em&gt;attempted&lt;/em&gt; only, cos a PE teacher popped out of nowhere( i think he was secretly trying to escape from TJ) and gave us the KEY! literally. out we went, off to Parkway for lunch, forgetting about the camera and gate-climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walk back from Parkway and near the gate, there's this worker fiddling with the camera. O_O we walk on, past the tracks and towards the general office. uh oh. there's the DM, ordering all of us to go into the office. no point explaining, he says, he's got it all on tape. apparently, we've (or if you think about it, me. but i didn't.) damaged the camera. for goodness' sake, i was barely tall enough, on tiptoes, to cover the camera screen with my umbrella. RIGHT WE DESTROYED THE CAMERA. it was probably on the verge of crumbling down on somebody's head anyway. so he says we have a write this "reflection" thing by 4pm or we get expelled or something like that. of course, we got a bit scared at that point, but if you think about it, expulsion over that? half the TJ population wouldn't be in TJ then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all of us did our "reflection" during GP, amid some interesting discussions about discriminations and environment pollution and blah blah blah. (sidetracking, it's my turn next! absolutely NO idea what to say, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out nothing happened. POOH. we got a warning, he kept our "reflections". i just hope he doesn't bring it up at tomorrow's assembly. thing is, i've got swimming i won't even be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i got 5/20 for my H1 math test. add it to the list of failed subjects in TJ. never mind. 'twas never one for numbers and graphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ancient" backstreet boys songs have been stuck in my head. so has corrinne bailey rae's "put your records on". AGAIN. so has "that thing you do". oh my that's just a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow school ends early! we miss lit AGAIN. i know what i'll do! i'll go to shop for Anisa Bte Abdul Rahman's birthday present. in 2 days, she joins the 17 club. and somebody was saying i was &lt;em&gt;OLD&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho yes we talked about this during GP. take it with a pinch of salt, ok? it's just for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many RJC students does it take to change a lightbulb??&lt;br /&gt;A: 4 whole faculties. One fac to design the new bulb, one fac to test it out, one fac to market it and one guy to write a stupid Email about lightbulbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many HCJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: The whole school.....to compete with RJC.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many VJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: The whole school.......one to screw it in and the rest to cheer and wave flags and banners to give him/her support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many NJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: NO LIGHT STILL CAN STUDY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many AJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: They're too busy trying to be one of the top 5 JCs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many ACJC students does it take to change lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None......they use all their money to employ YJC to do it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many YJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None.....only one teacher to tell them what a lightbulb is in the first place and to demonstrate (how do you think they're able to change it for AC?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many CJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: They'd prefer it darker..........(hmmm...*raise eyebrow*)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many JJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None......Their physics is so bad that they make the male teacher cry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many TPJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Would they bother??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many SAJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None.....they believe in praying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many NYJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None.....they are still using oil lamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many SRJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Huh, wat litebarb ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Dun you guys wonder who wrote this?&lt;br /&gt;A: TJC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many TJC students does it take to change the lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They think they are very bright already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114674058797433158?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114674058797433158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114674058797433158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114674058797433158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114674058797433158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-eventful-week.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114639316917103877</id><published>2006-04-30T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T18:32:49.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i am approximately 17 years, 1 day and 10 hours old. ain't that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, it's time to cool down the birthday-hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the dust settled(aiya what dust? i hardly even celebrated.) i realise that all i have left is a stack of crummy homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i received my 2 sets of "Pride &amp; Prejudice". and OH NO HOHOHO this isn't just any "Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice" book, it's &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; "Pride &amp; Prejudice" book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FEAST YOUR EYES.&lt;br /&gt;IS KEIRA KNIGHTLEY HOT OR HOT? (there is no other option.)&lt;br /&gt;i know she looks as if she got sunburnt in all the wrong places, but that's only cos i plastic-wrapped the book and the plastic is clinging to her neck. OMG she's so hot. looking at her is motivation enough to help me get an A for literature. strangely, the guy in the background isn't half as good as her.&lt;br /&gt;eh if i were lesbian i'd definitely have a crush on her.&lt;br /&gt;before you get disturbed, let me assure you i am NOT lesbian and DO NOT have a crush on her, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that.... she's uber hot la can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone have Mary J.Blige's "Be Without You"? i loooove that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! i see a relevant quiz for me to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt;Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="'_blank'"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anisa has booked pizza hut lunch for tomorrow! i love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yesterday, when i went for piano, my teacher asked me if i were in choir cos apparently i sing well! i'm so proud of myself. friends, don't choke on your drink and puke all over the computer screen. i DO have some singing credibility ok. hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and i got like, 20 sms birthday messages. i'm feeling so loved =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and during tennis, the coach made everyone sing me a birthday song loud enough so the rest of the people at the centre could hear. of course, i was mortified/horribly embarrassed. but that's just me. i get embarrassed easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my stack of crummy homework is waiting. BAH! *swipes stack of crummy homework away* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the SDP is contesting for our estate. my parents have told me they're gonna vote for the **P. did you really think i'd tell? alls i know is that Election Day= Holiday. with a capital H. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114639316917103877?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114639316917103877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114639316917103877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114639316917103877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114639316917103877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-approximately-17-years-1-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114596109508386815</id><published>2006-04-25T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:31:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be 17 in 4 days' time. not that i'm feeling very happy about it. it's one more step towards adulthood, one more step away from childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think birthdays are bullcrap. you don't take 1 day off every year to tell yourself and everyone around you that you've grown 1 year older. you grow older every single day. birthdays are overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting all those aside, receiving presents and giving yourself treats &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; nice. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as with every other year, i'm not receiving presents, i'm receiving the &lt;em&gt;golden key&lt;/em&gt; to receiving presents a.k.a MONEY. money money money, it's so funny. ho yes, the money's already pouring in. i wonder if i'll even have time to go on a shopping spree. i could do that, or i could procrastinate and end up spending my birthday playing piano and tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could procrastinate anything &lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt; a shopping spree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's simply been too long since i've stepped into a shopping centre without the intention of buying school-related supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, the longer i wait, the better it'll be! so yes, i SHOULD put aside that shopping spree aside and let the daydreaming about trying on oodles of clothes in the dressing room snowball. *rubs hands gleefully with a malicious look* ooooh &lt;em&gt;now &lt;/em&gt;i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it true....the longer you wait, the better it'll be? (heh maybe in that case i should have sex at 30 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!) omg i literally burst out laughing in front of the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the outburst. i'm a spontaneous person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm too stressed out. i really should be less volatile and "harden up". it seems like the only way to cope is "harden up" and pretend nothing else exists but your immediate goal. sorry, that's not working for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read this blog of 2 gay guys through zukai's blog and strangely, i'm touched. yes, i'm touched looking at neoprints of guys putting their arms around each other and calling each other "darlin". don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind the homosexuality, i think the hype on gays is overrated. they're in love! love transcends all, like zukai said. the fact that &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; don't even care what others think(hence putting up a blog chronicalling their romance) makes me wonder- why do we even care? why do we stare and point when we see gays in public? oh i know why- cause i hardly see a pair and i want to see how gays actually conduct their "displays of affection". i'm so guilty of that. i'll promise myself that the next time i see what i think are homosexuals, i won't go all goggle-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i'm like.... talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my calendar is filled to the brim with activities. you know how you can be the busiest person on earth, and the most loneliest person on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've suddenly come to think i could never like a guy for a long, long time yet. and NOOOO it has nothing to do with my sentiments on gays. i am NOT even thinking about it. i'm just saying, it's been so long since i've felt that special feeling for someone(not that i'd ever want to feel it for him again) that i've kinda.....forgotten what it's like to have a crush on someone. to spend your every waking moment looking out for someone and spend every moment at night thinking about that someone. i've forgotten what it's like. my sleepless nights are now filled with what the next day's gonna be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how pathetic. what's happened to my imagination? what's happened to floating around on dream-filled clouds waiting around for prince charming? what's happened to knights in shining armour riding white horses? what's happened to smelling red roses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that's right, i went to TJ and sank back to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. back to point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday. 4 days time. get me present. got it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114596109508386815?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114596109508386815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114596109508386815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114596109508386815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114596109508386815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-be-17-in-4-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114578429508441191</id><published>2006-04-23T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:24:55.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm listening to Avril Lavigne on a sunday afternoon. One day, I think I just might become as angry as her. I could actually make a living as her personal songwriter. It's so easy. All I have to do churn out verses and verses of anti-relationship rants. BAH. And no one will ever guess her personal songwriter's never even been in a relationship. MUAHAHA. The whole world will be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an uber eventful week. Let's go chronologically backwards....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY- TK BAND DISPLAY BAND COMPETITION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to support my alma mater and my alma mater CCA. Hahahaha. The day started off in a hurry, when I had to rush down to Pasir Ris to meet Beatrice, buy more stuffs, rush to TK to pass our dear juniors the stuff and wish them encouragement, and promise them to tape down the performance blah blah, rush to have our lunch, and off it was to the Stadium! The crowd was thronging, to say the least. I'd never have imagined so many un-related TK Band people would turn up. We found seats with difficulty and then there was a minor blip and I got pissed, but in light of later events, it's not significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! Before the official competition, there was this smaller "display band" segment, I think. 6 bands performed short segments. I can't remember all the schools except Hwa Chong Institution, 'cos frankly, they were the only school which stood out. Mostly neighbourhood schools I haven't heard of before.... ok let's fast-forward! I can't stand it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order of appearance......&lt;br /&gt;1) Tanjong Katong Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;2) Bukit Panjang Government High School&lt;br /&gt;3) Deyi Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;4) Yusof Ishak Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;5) Jurong West Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;6) West Spring Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;7) Bowen Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;8) Pingyi/Springfield Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for the record, YES, position DOES matter. And going first isn't exactly a coveted position.)&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of TK's every formation. And I absolutely &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; their music. Carmen, Superman Theme, Star Wars(it SO complimented the amusing and lovely Darth Vadar. I never loved Darth Vadar and his &lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;, breath until yesterday.) The Pegasus(at least that's what I think it was) was FAB. And ultra-cute too. And I must say, we didn't over-do on the props and flags and fans, not like some other schools did. Bottomline: TK BAND ROCKS MY SOCKS LA. (doesn't help that yours truly is an ex-tkband member, does it? =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually cannot remember every individual band's performance. Truth be told, I only paid attention to our key rivals, ie Bowen and Deyi (BAH the whole world knows that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say they were both good alright..... But TK is the best la of course! I think Deyi overdid on the flags.... I'm not sure if there were more "flag people" or band members  and they seemed a little distracting sometimes 'cos I couldn't see the formations properly! But good job, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowen would win "Hollaback Crew" hands down! Shakin' their butts again. Ok maybe they'd win "Sexiest Military Band Alive" award. No doubt about that. But I did notice that they lifted their legs very high! But good job, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please let there be no flaming on my tagboard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a particular band which had little kids going up to do line-dancing! I thought it was soooo cute. And the whold band wore cowboy hats...obviously some kinda "Western" theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, TKBAND GOT GOLD WITH HONOURS!!&lt;br /&gt;The moment there was a sound after "Gold", the whole TK section of the stadium just erupted. &lt;em&gt;ERUPTED&lt;/em&gt;, literally. All the larva which were all of us burst out screaming and shouting and jumping up and yellling and yes, all the words you can think of. Never in my TKBAND life had we gotten a Gold With Honours Award! And you couldn't imagine the amount of euphoria present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to rain. Victory rain, it must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictably, Deyi and Bowen got GOH too so that means all 3 of us will be fighting for the Best Display Band. Once again. I wish there'll be a new competitor on the scene soon. This fight is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I'm in love with TKBAND once again. During the performance, I wished that I was on the field, marching. Playing my clarinet. Holding my chin up. Lifting my legs to march. Twirling my instrument. Watching the dust get kicked up off the ground. Feeling the exhilaration. I wish my drills could've been better so I would've taken part in 2 outdoors instead of 1. I wish my TKBAND life would never end. And I know, ironically, how I never would've been caught dead saying the above sentence when I was in TK band. So it's true. You never know what you've got till it's gone. I never knew I had TK band. But hey, I'll always be a part of it, that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY- SPORTS DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH. Notice there's no exclamation. I doubt there will ever be one in this paragraph. So yes, Sports Day came and went. It mainly consisted of me sitting with my classmates on the whachacallit- bleachers? And sitting in my ahpek singlet. Ok la I shan't be so bad- My Beta House Tshirt la. Can you believe I dozed off while people were running? HAHAHAHAHAHA. Anyways, I woke up (if only for awhile) during the Cheerleading Competition. Not bad....not bad at all. Of course, I'd never cheerlead. It's so not me. It rained like, 3 times during the entire sports day and things had to be delayed. And at the end of it all, I was freaking tired. Tired of not doing anything. Ironic, yes. It happens sometimes. Oh yes, and Beta got 3rd. Out of 4 houses. Not good, not bad. Not that I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I got back my PEAKS profile results a few days ago and spent the rest of the day analysing it. For the record, I like finding out about myself ok. Basically, I have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low Purpose- Spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;Low Energy- Latent&lt;br /&gt;Medium Affirmation-Approving&lt;br /&gt;Medium Knowledge- Integrative&lt;br /&gt;Low Sustainability- Volatile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice I don't have a "high" of anything? haha. Other than that, the facet I scored highest for was "Empathy". (Everybody say "AWWWWWWW!") My lowest is "Dutifulness" *raises eyebrows* I'm also poor in "Resilience"- I get easilydiscouraged, "Embarrassment Bridling"- I'm super self-conscious about the way others see me, "Stress Control"- I'm vulnerable in stressful situations, and "Exuberance"- I focus on the pitfalls and dark side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out some interesting things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;1. My health-consciousness is "very low"&lt;br /&gt;2. My comfort with paperwork/computer is "low"&lt;br /&gt;3. My proneness to learn from mistakes is "low"&lt;br /&gt;4. Christine Pang is slower in decision making than most, due to attempts to show deferance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH. &lt;div&gt;I'm so beat. And I didn't go for tennis on Saturday. And I still have tennis tommorow! And I haven't done my art. Hopefully, there'll be a break in the influx of activities. Otherwise, I might just die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nickelback's "Far Away" is &lt;em&gt;still stuck in my head!!!&lt;/em&gt; It's the most most most romantic song EVER. If any guy ever sang that song to me, I'd just swoon and kiss him. No wait, not that extreme. Ok, I'll swoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Semi-Charmed Life" is stuck in my head too. It's not that famous a song, but the tune is famous. It goes "&lt;em&gt;I want something new, to get me through this, semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby, I want something new, not listening when you say Goodbyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (doo doo doo doo doo dooo doo.....)&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114578429508441191?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114578429508441191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114578429508441191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114578429508441191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114578429508441191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-listening-to-avril-lavigne-on.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114535862128642129</id><published>2006-04-18T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:11:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now, for the REAL post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever felt like the real you is evaporating into thin air and vanishing further and further away with each passing day? and by the time you realised what's happening and try to get yourself back, it's too late and you're lost already?&lt;br /&gt;(this isn't a rhetorical question ok, if you feel like answering the question... please do so in the tagboard...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mood swings are returning. i think. sometimes i feel like clamming up and not speaking to anyone. but then it only lasts for a few seconds. and then everything's back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ironic i can't write too much here even though it's my blog because so many people read this. so ironic. then again, i'm too lazy to start up some "private locked blog" or whatever it is. screw that. i'll just bottle it all up inside. been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've revised my ambition! not too far from the original, though. ok ok. so, now, instead of wanting to be a journalist, i wanna be a...........&lt;br /&gt;columnist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. hey at least columnists have more freedom in what they want to say. you don't have to be forced to write about this horrific terrorist bombing tragedy while still feeling all estatic about your wedding 1 week ago. you can say about whatever issue's bugging you! and, you can even be critical( but not cross the line, though) and argue away about whatever deems fit. ain't that cool!! i'd like to write a column for the New Paper on Sunday. haha. because i have so much fun reading whatever they write. it's so amusing. heh. don't get carried away christine! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your mind is a creative hotbed of artistic talent.You're always making pictures in your mind, especially when you're bored.You are easily inspired to think colorful, interesting thoughts.And although it may be hard to express these thoughts, it won't always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/sci-fi.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from.And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi.Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics...Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Capricorn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/capricorn.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why you'll love a Capricorn:&lt;br /&gt;Hard working and driven, a Capricorn will work overtime to win your heart.Be prepared to get wined and dined, even once you're convince that your Capricorn is the one!&lt;br /&gt;Why a Capricorn will love you:&lt;br /&gt;You don't rush things. You know it will take a while for a Capricorn to trust you, and you can wait.Social and outgoing, you can introduce normally shy Capricorn to a great circle of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At first glance, people see you as down to earth and reliable.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is reserved and logical.&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem sad and helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114535862128642129?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114535862128642129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114535862128642129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114535862128642129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114535862128642129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-for-real-post.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114535393881490146</id><published>2006-04-18T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:52:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIKE, FINALLY RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 people you can think of right now at the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 people. OK tag at least 5 people....Ready? Start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)anisa&lt;br /&gt;2)sally&lt;br /&gt;3)shuuji&lt;br /&gt;4)zukai&lt;br /&gt;5)james&lt;br /&gt;6)beatrice&lt;br /&gt;7)chaneline&lt;br /&gt;8)simin&lt;br /&gt;9)wenyuan&lt;br /&gt;10) huayee&lt;br /&gt;11) noorie&lt;br /&gt;12) cheryl&lt;br /&gt;13) kryshelle&lt;br /&gt;14) sylvia&lt;br /&gt;15) esther&lt;br /&gt;16) aprie&lt;br /&gt;17) hanisah&lt;br /&gt;18) husna&lt;br /&gt;19) delin&lt;br /&gt;20) zhenghui&lt;br /&gt;(i ran out of names halfway so i just consulted the MSN contacts list. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;These names are really random. Don't ask why your name is not there.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;we'll be in the same class for the next 2 years in TJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you've never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;ooooh. i wouldn't have someone to go horny with? HAHAH. i would've missed out on so much cos i love her! i love her &lt;em&gt;THHHHHHHHHIIIIISSSSSSS&lt;/em&gt;  much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;br /&gt;pffft. they would be les. but maybe 20 wouldn't mind being les. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever like 19?&lt;br /&gt;pffft. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know... another les couple...but they sure are good friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;HE'S A BITCH. ok that aside, he rocks la. and he has a (insert word)____ brother. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha she's very cute!!! cute like SAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell me something about 7.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. she's in my class too... and i think we have the potential to be great friends!! haha. i think she likes campus superstar ALOT. she has the music on her blog. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;br /&gt;ooh.... i don't know...i'll find out! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's 8's favourite?&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you do when 18 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;i'd laugh really loudly and go "AHAHAHAHA I KNEW IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What language(s) does 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;what a question. english and chinese la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... she's single la....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;her birthday just passed...so it should be 17 right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When is the last time you talk to 13?&lt;br /&gt;er...when she came to school i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;i think it's mayday la. isn't it? oh ho ho i sure know her favourite ACTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you ever date 4?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaha!!!! don't make me laugh. hahahahahahah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;i'm straight ok! *bats eyelids*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;last name as in, surname? ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i hate repeating myself. i'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What school does 3 go to?&lt;br /&gt;TJC. he's in 03/06. go stalk him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;paris ris.... next to some place called elias-something primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's your fave thing about 5?&lt;br /&gt;he's lame and shows off in his OGL shirt! haha. yea well i like his clarinet playing la ok? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you seen 1 naked?&lt;br /&gt;she's as thin as me i might as well go look at my own body. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now i must tag 5 unlucky people to do this stupid thing. Sorry. Don't blame me!&lt;br /&gt;1) sally&lt;br /&gt;2) anisa&lt;br /&gt;3) zukai&lt;br /&gt;4) shuuji&lt;br /&gt;5) james&lt;br /&gt;(the 5 of them as usual. i know they won't do it but what the heck. haha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114535393881490146?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114535393881490146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114535393881490146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114535393881490146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114535393881490146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/04/like-finally-right.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114519843857684437</id><published>2006-04-16T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:40:39.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a long time it's been since i blogged. i have certainly been online, i just didn't feel like pouring out my entire heart and brain and soul into this white square space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see.... let's pick up where i left off! wednesday right?&lt;br /&gt;i ran the 2.4km for mock-NAPFA and failed. i'm such a bamboo stick. i hate exercise. it makes me lose weight all too easily....see? it ain't that great having an exponential metabolism rate. i weighed myself i've dropped. &lt;em&gt;i've lost weight.&lt;/em&gt; must've been the 2.4. and the swimming. and the tennis. and the PT we do before tennis. this is a disaster. eating more is no use(though everyone seems to think "eating more" solves it all because the comment "must eat more ah" always &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; comes after "you're so skinny!"). as i was saying, eating more is never an option because you like &lt;em&gt;shit whatever you eat right DUH&lt;/em&gt;. nothing ever seems to get stored in my body, at least not for me. at least being underweight and super-skinny gives you an advantage for binging. in my case, binging on chocolates. it's like, BRING ON THE CHOCS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, you can look at those half-page slimming centre ads which go "i used to weigh 80kg and my boyfriend called me a hippo. now, after using (insert slimming centre's name) (insert slimming centre's programme) i have a 24-inch waist!" and you can go "MUAHAHAHAHA you tried so hard to slim down and i'm still thinner than you nanny nanny poo poo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i'm so overcome my meanness. presenting Christine, your Royal Meanness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday..... it was Mardi Gras. we had a half-day at school, and after school me and chanel went to the macs at bedok and..... had a really really long talk. i can't remember the last time i talked to anyone this long and this deeply. oh yes probably with my clique. you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then. let's just skip to the Mardi Gras part. the school was overcrowding with people at the gates. outfits ranged from the "tshirt and jeans" to "things you would see in harujuku street or whatever it is". anyways, so i hung around with chanel and her mum for a bit ( chanel is your mother like, 20?! hahaha.) and we missed wenyuan's dance item! i'm so sorry=( then i got word that sally and company were coming, and so they did! sally, zukai, and their friend hannah came. zukai did his job of being Mr Popularity, in between constantly saying "hi!" and complaining about how cheena TJ was. my mind seems like a blur when it comes to describing Mardi Gras. i'd say it was rather disorganised and seemed like a huge in-your-face funfair. not as good as they made it out to be.... they never are. truth be told, it wasn't very memorable. i'm having trouble remembering it. see?  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good friday....... i don't remember doing anything. ok besides going down to TM with beatrice to get goodies for our juniors on competition day. speaking of which, it's this saturday. must block out all other activities this is a must-see!! ok that means no tennis..... luckily it's optional for saturdays. we managed to get this..... aiya i'd better not type. who knows who reads this blog? haha. safety precautions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was by far the most rushed day of the week. ironic, right? it started with piano at 9.30am which hardly counted since my class is just downstairs. it also meant i couldn't sleep in. there goes my chance of having a late morning in. after piano, i went upstairs, changed, grabbed my racket, and was out the door in 5 minutes.... and i wouldn't see my house door for the next 9 hours.... so then. i headed for TK(OMG i miss TK. i miss you like crazy.) and met a very hurried beatrice and james there. apparently, they had been there since 9am. james was all showoff-y in his OGL shirt. hahahaha! by the time i reached there, it was lunch time. coincidental or what? haha. so we had lunch, after which james headed back to MJ for band and me and beatrice headed to paya lebar MRT. we hung around for a bit then it was off to Lakeside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i think tennis is the hardest sport to learn EVER. eh no swimming's the hardest. fine tennis is the second hardest(i can hear numerous smirks from the gazilions of people who know how to swim. don't laugh at least i'm learning.) but my legs ache right now. there was an embarrassing part where we all stayed back to play with some little kids... who were around 4 or 5? and they actually were better than me. as in, they hit more balls than i did. ah who cares. anyways, after i was done with tennis, (for some absurd reason) the train was crowded when it stopped at Lakeside and i had to bloody stand the entire 23 stops across the island to go home. i think it doesn't make sense. Lakeside is the second-last stop from the end of the line(which is Boon Lay). likewise, Tampines is also the second -last stop from the other end(which is Pasir Ris). and the train is never crowded ala City Hall whenever i board it at tampines. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.... is Easter Sunday! because i didn't follow mummy to church on good friday, i followed her today. unfortunately, they didn't have chocolate eggs and guys dressed up as bunnies. but i redeemed my disappointment by buying KINDER SURPRISE from the NTUC nearby. "you how old already?!" you may ask. who cares i like kinder surprise. i like fixing the little toys inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been tagged by Delin! *grumblegrumble*. i'll leave that to the next time i post. if i have time to. now it's time to hit the sack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114519843857684437?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114519843857684437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114519843857684437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114519843857684437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114519843857684437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-long-time-its-been-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114476460922407458</id><published>2006-04-11T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:10:09.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah i'm so f**king tired today. hey i just realised there's no need to put asterisks when everybody knows what the hell is it anyway! let's start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i'm so fucking tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to stay back to complete my art. the damn drawing of 3 objects in different mediums. in the end, i didn't even finish. but that wasn't the important bit. the important bit was that we all went KERAZEE. heh the art people are so fun! there was just so much laughing and laming around. i managed to get a shitty watercolour painting of a bloody sieve done. i say it's shitty because it was in "shit" colour, what were you thinking?! oh but description-wise, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; shitty. i've decided watercolour isn't my forte. likewise, i've decided that pencil is my forte because everyone complements my pencil sketch. and although i say "no la, it's not really good," inside i feel DAMN SWELL-HEADED. i think my head is getting too swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching "Jewel in the Palace" during "Desperate Housewives" breaks, i've actually picked up some Korean! damn fast right, christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes" in korean is "yea". WOAH damn cool right. the koreans invented "yea"! and i thought it came from the americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"madam" in korean is "mamanyee". hahahah i kept laughing everytime i heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good part of today is that during the 2-period chinese class, we went to the Chinese Lit room to watch "the-Andy-Lau-show-where-he-grows-old-and-dies-in-2-days" show. up till now, i still don't know the name because i can't read the chinese words on the VCD cover. the show is rather nice but confusing. as usual, i had to keep reading the subtitles. anyways, after chinese, back to art! until 6plus. it really was a fun time and i don't regret taking art although it's so bloody tiring! woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes. strenous activity 3 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;monday-tennis&lt;br /&gt;today-swimming&lt;br /&gt;wednesday-mock NAPFA(2.4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday's tennis was rather slack. i mean, there were mostly talks about rules and regulations and blah blah. and it's so ironic. i was tired from the warm up even before the tennis started! haha so ironic right. but the warm up is rather fun. fun as in, creative. i'd never tried to kick my heels on my butt while running before. and i kept hitting the balls out of the tennis court. even with the high fence. my balls just happen to go vertically upright.(OMG THAT JUST SOUNDED SO WRONG.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's swimming was not bad. i think i swam funnily, though. and why do the beginners finish soooo late?! why do we have to finish last? it's not fair! and we have to rush and everything and we can't bloody bathe. so disgusting. chlorine is gone into your system and innards, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorow-nuff said. i'm gonna die. at least i will die in an ahpek singlet. more cooling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114476460922407458?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114476460922407458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114476460922407458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114476460922407458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114476460922407458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/04/ah-im-so-fking-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114441688634100484</id><published>2006-04-07T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:34:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i'm here to vote for the SC and at the same time to do that 270 questions quiz on my student profile dunno-what shit. rrrrroarrrrr. so much homework to do during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with my drawing la. the one of the glass. i gaze at it lovingly everyday. i think it's superb and i get absorbed in Christine's World of the Gothic, Fantasy, Sci-fi, Dystopic, Feminist, and Goodness Knows What Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not making sense sorry i'm a little crazy. it's the weather, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done with the SC voting thing. oh yes, which brings me to something i want to say. want&lt;em&gt;ed.&lt;/em&gt; apparently, shuuji has it all written and bitched about on his blog. haha. ok that didn't take too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW for the ridiculously long questionnaire. as if i don't know myself well enough. i've done these kinds of personality quizzes a million times. they are my speciality. i don't know if it's the one we paid $35 bucks for. hohoho yes it is. $35 bucks. i'd better do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo hoo! done. that wasn't too bad. knowing me, profound thinking and all, i took about half an hour. it's a normal personality quiz, stretched out into 270 similar questions. anyhow, i know my personality clear as pond water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Giant Pimple has bled 3 times since it swelled to its maximun size 2 days ago. i should stop scrubbing my face too hard. TGP isn't even that painful, which is good. at least it doesn't bulge out so bad and make it seem like i've pierced my nose. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is stuck in my head. &lt;em&gt;Hey, Mickey, you so fine, you so fine you blow my mind, oh Mickey! Oh Mickey!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i SO love that song right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, my toes drawing is up! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next to the toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and i think it's quite horrible. nowhere as nice as my glass drawing. hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have tennis tommorow! i'm feeling anticipation. ooh wait. did i use it correctly? i'm anticipating. haha yes sounds more correct. but i don't have tennis shoes. tennis shoes. tennis shoes. doesn't it sound like "ten issues"? tennis shoes ten issues? but why lakeside? sheesh that's so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tummy is a little pain today. i wonder why. i'm certain i neither have constipation nor diarrhoea nor the monthly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home, thumped myself down on the recliner in the hall with "Deception Point", read 2 pages, and promptly fell asleep. reading the book just makes the sleep come faster. hahaha. so then. i ended up sleeping for 2 hours and i'll surely have insomnia tonight. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJC vs MJC in soccer on monday! sally will SO be there cheering _____ on. poor thing. she's &lt;em&gt;torn.&lt;/em&gt; boyfriend or school? HAHAHAH i'm hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to blog about something, but i seem to have forgotten..... oh well. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114441688634100484?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114441688634100484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114441688634100484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114441688634100484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114441688634100484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-im-here-to-vote-for-sc-and-at-same.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114415342718352080</id><published>2006-04-04T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:23:47.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the lagginess of Friendster is killing me!&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU FRIENDSTER.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered to write testimonials. ok unless someone &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; writes one for me. even if you're not, &lt;em&gt;i'll&lt;/em&gt; be so nice i'll just write something back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to this very nice F.I.R song. omg christine listens to chinese songs?! can she even understand them? bah. who cares. yea, actually, i can't understand the lyrics. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is killing me. firstly, it takes so bloody long to load the page, and then it auto-logs me out!! WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for Mardi Gras! sally and anisa have SOOOO PROMISED to come and today, i miss them like crazy. i wonder why. yea well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;------------------APRIL-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous.Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind andsympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal.Doeswork well with others. Very confident. Sensitive.Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Goodmemory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to lookfor information. Able to cheer evryone up and/ormake them laugh. Able to motivate oneself andothers. Understanding. Fun to be around.Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive.Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure andtraveling. Systematic. hott but has brains. If yourepost this in 5 mins, a cutie that's caught your eye will introduce themself and you will realize thatyou are very much alike in the next 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i got this off Friendster. let's analyse it. and ignore the last sentence. so typically chain letter-ish. as i was saying, suave-NO, compromising-DEPENDS, funny- HOHOHOHO YES, stubborn- MAYBE, very talkative- NO, calm and cool- HUR IT REALLY DEPENDS, sympathetic- DUH, concerned and detailed- MAYBE, loyal- I THINK SO, does work well...- WITH WHO?, confident- NO, sensitive- OVERsensitive, positive- MOSTLY, NO,- generous- HAHAHAH, good memory- ABSOLUTELY NOT, clever- OF COURSE PLEASE, able to cheer people...- I DON'T THINK SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;everything else is false....except....secretive maybe. yes, i have alot of secrets. and boy crazy. ok i'm just as boy-crazy as any other normal girl out there. i love music...and YES to "hot but has brains" please! HAHAHAH hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today it was raining like cats and dogs and monkeys and rabbits and horses and insects and dinosaurs. and something disgusting happened today.&lt;br /&gt;in short, I HATE CHEEKOPEKS. especially those who spend their days cutting grass by the longkang and sit down and slack and bloody &lt;em&gt;grin seductively&lt;/em&gt; at half drenched girls whose umbrellas are no match for the bloody rain. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. i should've thrust my umbrella, spiky end and all, at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's end on a tasty note. i love "chicken-and-mushroom" ham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114415342718352080?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114415342718352080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114415342718352080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114415342718352080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114415342718352080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/04/lagginess-of-friendster-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114387303427593793</id><published>2006-04-01T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:30:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm ever-so-slightly- screwed right now. i'll have to take quite a major risk if i plan to do my Photoshop-ing(omg photo-shopping get it? NEVER MIND) and line-drawing during the long break tommorow. firstly, what if i &lt;em&gt;don't even &lt;/em&gt;have a long break? for all you know, some *******(insert word) teacher might decide to spring me some remedial/supplementary/whatever lesson during that break. or secondly, the art room might *gasp* be busy! people are perpetually using the computer there, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then. by the looks of it, i don't think i can find a computer with the latest version of Adobe and besides, i am Adobe-illiterate anyways. i'm better off using the school computer so i've just sent it to my email and we'll see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of art, we had this art field trip yesterday. to the Reuters buliding(apparently, i just found out that my aunt works for that company...but the marketing sector. not our area of interest.) we went to their newsroom centre(whatever it's called...). ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS. picture extremely modernised, minimalistic space-control centres you see in sci-fi flicks. then we went to this little room...even better. it had &lt;em&gt;computerised curtains&lt;/em&gt;. click the remote, draw the curtains! this angmoh guy gave a speech on graphic design...and there was once he showed this drawing of a bomb suspect drawn using computer graphing and i initially thought it was a photograph! everyone was tricked. damn nice. but....i'm embarrassed to say that..... i was a &lt;em&gt;rude audience&lt;/em&gt;. what is the singularity for audience anyway? never mind. nope, i didn't scream, shout, make random insults.......but i &lt;em&gt;slept. i frikking slept&lt;/em&gt;. ahhhhh i'm so remorseful. i was sitting relatively in front too! ahhhh damn embarrassed. never mind, i can still fulfil my dream of being a columnist without having to work for Reuters! i can work for the straits times! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so busy lately my memory is starting to fail me. i'm starting to lose my sense of humour. i'm starting to get drawn into dullness and drabness. this is just what i was afraid of happening. but maybe the inevitable has already begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting to be so arty-farty. and i even think it's fun. i think i'm a happier person nowadays. judging my latest artwork. soon enough, i'll be drawing psychedelically happy bunnies and hearty-fluffy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i transittion i've gone through. in sec 3, i wouldn't be caught dead with somebody labelling me "happy". i was.... constantly depressed. pondering over the unfairness of life and always pessimistic. then came the low self-esteem....although i still get a bit of that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha before i get absorbed(once again) in raking up my history books, my mum is pestering me to watch the taped LOST. omg LOST. LOST ROCKS. i missed it(the season opener at that!!!) on thursday no thanks to my ridiculous PI which i don't think will be used at all. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sing to the tune of jlo's "let's get loud"*&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GET LOST, LET'S GET LOST, turn the music up, let's do it, come on people, LET'S GET LOST, LET'S GET LOST, ain't nobody gotta tell you, what you gonna do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss charlie cos he's so cute(i don't mean it in a hot way). and jack. and kate. and sawyer. and boone(but he's dead anyway). and shannon the bitch. the locke. and claire(she's so tiny and cute too). and hurley. and sayid. and the korean people. and walt. and michael. and walt's dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114387303427593793?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114387303427593793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114387303427593793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114387303427593793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114387303427593793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-ever-so-slightly-screwed-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114354616246822614</id><published>2006-03-28T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:42:42.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why can't i bloody register my PDP. i've been trying for like, 1 hour. frikking system is closed or paused. it &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt; be paused cos i'll be dead if it's the latter. anyways, updates PDP-wise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tennis is a better choice after all. i'm sorry, i mean, &lt;em&gt;recreational&lt;/em&gt; tennis. maybe it's better than guitar after all. guitar leaves me with practically no free time except the weekends(and something tells me they won't be left free either...) and i have to bloody go home at 8pm on tues if i join it, making thursday my earliest day with an ending time of 4.30pm. WOW SO EARLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before, i was all about the &lt;em&gt;passion&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;interest&lt;/em&gt; and what-not. now i'm about the &lt;em&gt;free time&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;slack-factor&lt;/em&gt;. so TJ is making me less idealistic. i wonder what i'll become like after 2 years here. if i'll change for the better. or the worse. so....ahhh digressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i learn a new skill. maybe i'm not &lt;em&gt;oh-so-totally-hot&lt;/em&gt; for tennis right now, but hey, who knows? argh. i SO need to adopt a new attitude towards trying new things. so. this invariably reminds me of CCA-joining back in TK.&lt;br /&gt;"mummy! mummy! i want to join band!"&lt;br /&gt;"i know they said it's tough, don't know what 9 hours nearing competition, but i really really want to join! i don't mind!"&lt;br /&gt;"i even made up my mind! i wanna play the saxaphone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got what i wanted. but honestly honestly honestly speaking, more than half the time was spent wishing i didn't join instead. the ironies of life. this guitar club thing is like a deja vu of band. what if history really repeats itself? i went for 1 practice, and learnt quite easily. but it's not exactly &lt;em&gt;rock-band-guitar-rocking&lt;/em&gt;. in fact, it's exactly like symphonic band. as i stood at the corner of the room, watching them set up the chairs and whipping out their files and scores and stands and waiting for their conductor to come, i already wondered if i was making the right choice. it was just SO much like our indoors. i bet they have sectionals for their different parts too and their SLs make them play over and over again. anyhow, i went home that day with a slightly more learned mind. haha. i learnt the 2nd guitar part for "close to me". maybe i'll just take ou my guitar and play that once in a while. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, so it's recreational tennis first choice, what for second choice........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; put guitar..but not likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama? no i'm serious. looks can be deceiving. coincidentally, my lit teachers are the drama teachers-in-charge. ok, that wasn't very coincidental. haha. i thought of requesting only backstage, but seriously, i might as well join AVA right. all i have to do is pretend the audience is the full-length mirror at home. or my bed. or some seriously hot guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creative writing and publications? 2 people have assumed that that's my PDP already. really, do i look as if i dig writing that much? ok, so i do. but i don't wish to spend after-school hours doing what i already do at school-exhausting my brain cells. not much left, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of bowling suddenly. i don't mind it, really. except for the fact i'm scared my rail-thin arms will just break under the 13 pounds ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't exactly a good day. they never are. ok, i need to do what i need to do now. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114354616246822614?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114354616246822614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114354616246822614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114354616246822614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114354616246822614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-cant-i-bloody-register-my-pdp.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114336521001087809</id><published>2006-03-26T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:26:50.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zukai you mean this song, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put your records on-Corrinne Bailey Rae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three little birds, sat on my window. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they told me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need to worry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summer came like cinnamon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sweet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little girls double-dutch on the concrete. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, don't you hesitate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you get your dreams, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sipping tea in the bar by the road side, (just relax, just relax) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you let those other boys fool you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta love that afro hairdo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you think it's strange? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you get your dreams, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Just more than I could take, pity for pity's sake &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some nights kept me awake, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that I was stronger &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do what you want to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you get your dreams, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you get your dreams, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it too!!&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of my poor friends and everyone who comes and has to deal with porno pop-ups, i'm taking away MY LOVELY MUSIC. my BOOHOOHOO LOVELY MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn more about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=christinepang"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=christinepang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please help me learn about what i never knew about me! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday sally and zukai came to my house. anisa had a bodyache after canoeing the day before. shuuji....dunno about him. they came to do homework! but it turned out &lt;em&gt;yours truly&lt;/em&gt; was the one with the most homework. sigh. and then i came to do my stupid PI and then they wanted to a movie....omg it's all over thier blogs. why am i still typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm playing agony aunt to sally right now. and feeling a little wistful... perhaps. i haven't felt this way in a long time. since sec 4, to be exact. i always get that feeling when my friends start talking about their relationships. it's that &lt;em&gt;why doesn't it ever happen to me?&lt;/em&gt; natural, i know. now let me get back to consoling her. i've been doing that for quite some time to several people....i think i'm getting good it at. ironic isn't it...... &lt;em&gt;she's dispensing love advice when she hasn't even fallen in love yet&lt;/em&gt;. such are the ways of the world; some find him now, some find him later, some never find him(but they come close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've nearly finished all my homework. i'm such a non-slacker. i knew i could do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114336521001087809?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114336521001087809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114336521001087809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114336521001087809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114336521001087809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/03/zukai-you-mean-this-song-yes-put-your.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114311893270575826</id><published>2006-03-23T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:02:12.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Everyone has one of those days. Mine, was today. Do I really need to repeat everything? Hahah I think I promised some people I'd blog about the bad luck things which happened to me today but I really don't see the need to repeat and relive the incident. Let's just say I have a grazed knee from falling while running to catch a bus and the Cafe Cartel service sucks. At least, CG 34/06 from TJ thinks so. hahahaha. But oh well. I'm listening to some nice music to make up for that and I think my CG people are rather nice. If all things go well, maybe I'll end up liking them as much as I like 4F. Maybe only. I still have to get used to them and the fact that things change and can't remain the same forever. Forever doesn't exist, does it? It's just one of the days I'm feeling Forever doesn't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Literature is rather cool I think! We're learning "Imagining Other Worlds"-The Gothic. Damn cool. I'm learning lots of great facts. Thing is, I get so tired later by the end of the day, I forget everything. So I can't regurtitate them now. ahhahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else what else? I'm so damnned busy for tommorow. First up, after normal school hours, which end at 2 plus, I have make-up lectures Geog. Thank god the Lit one was cancelled today otherwise I'd have died. Oh, before that, I have to go to the goodness-knows-where guitar place to sign up and tell them I'll be interested and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; tell them I have to leave halfway. sheesh I'm THAT booked....my activities are overlapping all over the place. After the Geog thing ends at 5.25pm, I have to go back for guitar until 6.45pm. By which time, I'll be exhausted. But NOOOO. My mum will pick me up and whisk me off to piano lessons until 8.30pm. Oh, did I mention my lunch period is taken up by Art?! No lunch no dinner. OMGGGGGGGGGG. Then Saturday will start with me going back to TK to....haha not really see band... get something from juniors more like it.... and then meeting Huayee at Parkway to buy a present....and then if I can squeeze in East Coast with my people.....which of course I want to go so badly because I miss them. None in TJ except Shuuji. Sometimes I wish I wasn't posted here either.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knees hurt. Oh shit. PE tomorrow. OK I officially hate Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this horrible array of events doesn't slow down soon, I think I'll just die. I hate jc life, so far. There's nothing glorious about it. Nothing fun either. Not unless you're exceptionally bright and get every single thing the teachers say in lecture, and know how to do every single tutorial, and somehow don't fall asleep at all throughout the day. Then, you're not human. Firstly, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; don't get a single shit about what's going on in some lectures.... like geog. How did I get A1 for combined humans. Ok I think the physical part of Geog sucks la. Chinese lessons haven't officially started. Compared to the already miserable handful of us who didn't take Higher Chinese, I'm already like the lousiest. The rest have like, A1 and A2s. It's depressing. Sometimes, I really feel stupid here. Ok make that most of the time. Math.... thank god it's H1. But even then, I was so confident I'd never take Math again I sort of let all the information drain out of my brain. It's easy when you don't like Math to begin with. Lit is ok I think....the thing is, the breadth(5 books) is really too much. But I chose it, so I'll have to stick with it. Art is different. It's one of the few classes I think I can cope with, which is surprising. Because everyone's taking it for the first time, so we're all discovering new things together! hahaha it's fun. PW is...... my PI thingy is due dunno-when and I have absolutely no idea what to write. I'm so lost here, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally. I get lost in school sometimes. Doesn't help that I'm bad at directions too. The place is bloody big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope guitar is fun. I can finally fulfil my fantasy of having a band. haha so unlike me right. If they ask me to take part in SYF, that's out of the question. I don't think I can cope. I have a feeling it would get worse than band was. More tiring. Being tired is the last thing I want to have now. But. I just can't escape the performing arts/ being in a musical PDP can I? hahahaha. They just .....attract me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to end with some pictures. But I can't find the camera. I found pictures of my mum when she was my age. She looks SO unlike me. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114311893270575826?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114311893270575826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114311893270575826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114311893270575826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114311893270575826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/03/series-of-unfortunate-events-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114294850595149307</id><published>2006-03-21T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:41:46.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so last-minute. i totally forgot about buying my school pe tshirt and now i have to beg, borrow or steal. ok, i'm morally upright, so stealing is out of the question(apart from nicking sweets from doctor or dentist when you were 8 years old). i just borrowed a shirt and shorts from joy but i'm feeling kinda bad because i'll be &lt;em&gt;sweating in it, you know&lt;/em&gt;? i just feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a really long day so i'm bloody thankful today was early! as in, it ended while the day was &lt;em&gt;bright, not dark.&lt;/em&gt; oh ho ho ho yesterday! i still feel bad about yesterday. for making my friends wait while the art teacher kept me in. so. art lesson yesterday was super interesting! as in, art is quite different from the usual lecture-teacher talks, students listen; tutorials-teacher gives work, students do work kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went into the room. introduce ourselves by writing our names on sitckers and pasting them to our shirts(anisa and shuuji made a biiiiig joke out of that later). and then the teacher makes a surprising revelation: everyone draw your shoes using your toes. we stared at each other with "HUH?" written all over our faces, but being &lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt; creative, visual, think-out-of-the-box people, we eventually made presentable drawings &lt;em&gt;with our feet&lt;/em&gt;! haha i'm proud of myself. i could join "mouth and foot artists". hahahah. then, after our feet and hands were black with charcoal, we had to draw a drawing &lt;em&gt;about the shoe&lt;/em&gt;. more "HUH?" and the teacher said,"&lt;em&gt;capture the shoe-ness of the shoe&lt;/em&gt;." like, ok. whateverrrrrrrr. i managed to pull off something though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the teacher kept everyone in to discuss adding a tutorial to the timetable for SOVA(study of visual arts....judging from the faces of the 1st intakers, it sucks) and anisa and shuuji were waiting for me at the busstop! i...ahem......&lt;em&gt;sprinted out of school once the teacher gave us the green light to go and didn't stop RUNNING till i reached them.&lt;/em&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to tampines mall rather late and i treated them to drinks because i was late=(. but no matter! they still love me and i still love them. i'll probably grow old with them (and my future husband). we are so sickening and disgusting. with anisa the TPJC-ian leading, we made a triangle formation. me and shuuji made up the second line, the TJC-ians, and sally, zukai and james made up the third line, the MJC-ians. or should i just say Meridians? that's the college, after all. haha. argh. TEMASEKIANS sounds so weird. TAMPINESIANS sounds really weird too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was relatively better la. my CG(34/06) is rather bonded already, i must say. although i haven't other places to compare it to. they're fun people, but it'll take time before i can whole-heartedly proclaim "I love you guys!" and stuff like that. i'm just..... taking things slow and not trying too hard to rush into forging friendships here, though i know it's necessary and all. haha don't diss me off as some anti-social nut. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think our shoe drawings will be up soon. i'm kinda embarrassed. remember i said we drew with our toes? it was damn difficult to control(worse than using your left hand if you're a right-hander). my drawing looks like the kind a 2 year old does when he's just discovered the wonders of the crayon. a 2 year old with talent, albeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. literature! we're doing the following books:&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1 (H1)- Pride and Prejudice (all i have to do is replace all the Elizabeth Bennets with Keira Knightley! i'm so smart. then i'll ace this for sure.)&lt;br /&gt;-Anthony and Cleopatra(have no idea who the former is.)&lt;br /&gt;Paper 4(H2)-"Imagining Other Worlds"&lt;br /&gt;-The Tempest(Shakespeare)&lt;br /&gt;-A Brave New World&lt;br /&gt;-Selected poems by S.T.Coleridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea that's it. ok i'm quite tired now. amusing, how school squeezes the energy and vigour out of you like a sponge. this sponge needs to be soaked in water again ie, i need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114294850595149307?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114294850595149307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114294850595149307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114294850595149307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114294850595149307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-so-last-minute.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114265703211982013</id><published>2006-03-18T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:51:38.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm practicing for my art lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/400/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry it's rather dark.&lt;br /&gt;i know what's wrong! i think my shading sucks. you can't tell where the light is coming from. i think my chair(the empty one) is lopsided. i like the curtains, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a dream last night. (very ridiculous.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i looked out onto the landscape of a praire&lt;/em&gt;(i can't spell)&lt;em&gt;...like a huge meadow or something. picture the landscpe from Brokeback Mountain..... cows were grazing....sheep were grazing....and TK Band was marching. a huge black block was spread across the grass. i ran towards a huge, squarish pot of flowers, from which were blooming fruit. i plucked off a red-coloured fruit, and began to eat it... it was delicious. "Let's give it up for Christine! She has grown the most fruit! As SL of the east &lt;/em&gt;(dunno what)&lt;em&gt; she has managed to grow the most fruit!" Everyone starts applauding. i'm shocked, but smile anyway. i think "what are they talking about?" and i turn around and see rows and rows of square pots of plants, all bearing fruits in different colours. mine are red and purple, and my pot is the biggest. still welcoming the dumb cheers, i head back to this building on top of a hill in the mountainside. i get into the building, and continue watching the band perform from a window. then i get up to go to the toilet. the toilet has a sofa in it.. the washing hands section. i open the cubicle and it has 2 toilet bowls in it. i let the next girl enter as well. she is wearing a swim suit and is rather fat. i take some toilet paper from the toilet roll thingy. it has pads stuck on it at several intervals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:cool. (to the other girl) hi geraldine&lt;/em&gt;(who's geraldine?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gdine: hi. why aren't you marching out with the band?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:.......(suddenly panicks) oh no! i haven't gotten my card!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gdine:what card?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:the cards with all our steps to evey formation!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gdine:oh..that's shitty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:yes, that is so shitty!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;geraldine finishes peeing and walks out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gdine:you're taking a long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:i know...you go out first.. i'll come later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the pee just wouldn't stop coming......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, you goons, i didn't wet the bed. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114265703211982013?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114265703211982013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114265703211982013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114265703211982013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114265703211982013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-practicing-for-my-art-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114259663325307841</id><published>2006-03-17T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:20:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cleaning out my Closet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you aren't a very close friend of mine, i suggest you don't continue reading further. but..... knowing how all of you kaypohs will &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; be so intrigued you'll all probably &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; scroll down anyway.....hais.... hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i cleaned out my room. seeing my room isn't much different from a gigantic closet...haha. and so out came all the secrets, hidden beneath layers of more recent letters, cards, albums....and the likes. memories, basically. lots of memories surfaced while i was cleaning out my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, since i've discovered the miracle of How to work the Digicam and Not Be A Cam-Idiot anymore, i've snapped some shots! by the way, it's the work of the Canon PowerShot A620-quote Maria Sharapova:Make every shot a Power Shot.- and it really takes superb pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20001.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the magazine collection. i threw out all the pre-2006 issues. the way they stack up, i think i could be mistaken for having a compulsive hoarding problem. hahahahahah! no i'm serious. i once saw an episode of &lt;em&gt;Oprah&lt;/em&gt; where they featured people called "hoarders". it's actually an official medical condition. "hoarders" are people who spend their entire lives collecting everything and anything- like totally unnecessary stuff like envelopes, plastic bags, etc which all we normal folks throw out without a second thought. by the way, i also secretly collect.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20003.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postcards. i've collected 3 albums so far, as you can see. ok i guess this isn't much of a secret. my friends always see me nick the free postcards from the stands you sometimes see outside cinemas and restaurants. it's embarrassing. so now you know where they(the postcards) end up. in my collection, where i occassionally flip through the album and gloat over how many postcards i've managed to nick from the free postcard stands over the years. yea, i'm weird, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20004.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current favourite from the postcard collection. she's so pretty =) but the picture's a little shaky. Trembling-Hand-Symdrone. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20005.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also collect letters, dating all the way back to 1998 or something like that. this one's actually for sentimental value. in primary school, me and my friends used to send each other snail-mail during the school holidays, even when we were overseas.... the stack also includes birthday cards i've received over the years.. i'll probably keep them for life!! haha. i'd probably be heartbroken if any of my friends didn't store away the letters and cards i've sent them or something. check out the purple thingy on the top. it's something to hang onto a doorknob or handle...and it's just so cute. haha couldn't help pointing that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20006.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random picture of my room! haha this is for those of you who haven't been in my room but are &lt;em&gt;oh-so-dying&lt;/em&gt; to see what it looks like anyways!!! hahaha. ok i'll do an "oral picture description" for you people.... on the top is the stick-on bookshelf. the rest of the picture is taken up by my lovely piano. check out the antique clock on the piano-top. it's really cool...it was from my grandfather. it even has a pendulum. there's also the miniature reclining chair for my hp to relax in while it recharges.... handphones have feelings you know! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20009.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chanced upon my 2005 tk handbook. i flipped around... and came to this page. there's only 1 person who could have possibly written this. by the way, the blue words above read, "BUY HER EXPENSIVE PRESENT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20010.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward a few pages to April. oh WOW. many recollections i'm having.... see the orange words on the top? they say "MUST GET GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!" which, sad to say, we didn't.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20008.0.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my very first "real" drawing.( sorry i dunno how to rotate the drawing....just tilt your head a little ok?) i'm saying real because it was my first "non-cartoon","non-childish" drawing.... check out the date....wow it was rather long ago....when i still didn't draw so well. in case it's so lousy you can't figure out what the hell i'm drawing, it's actually a girl sitting in a train carriage looking out at the scenery while her younger brother plays with toy bricks on the floor of the cabin. yup that's it. let's fast-forward a few pages of my scrapbook.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20007.jpg" width="497" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a "rojak-ed" picture.&lt;br /&gt;right-a tower&lt;br /&gt;bottom-a swan swimming in front of a tree in a lake...i think.&lt;br /&gt;left-a girl(i have no idea who)&lt;br /&gt;centre-something copied from a cartoon book. i thought it was cute. it's a.....creature tied up in yarn string.&lt;br /&gt;top-a cartoon dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(how how? do i cut it in H2 art?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20011.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i cleaned out my MI notes and got sentimental too. i can't believe i miss that place. it's ironic how i miss the slack-ness, the ponning, the way we never cared about our future and lived each day as it was.... this is from a page of my geog notes.... i love how the identities of the 2 people are shadowed so you can never tell who they really are....is it me? haha that's for me to know and you to find out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i cleaned out my uppermost shelf and here's what i found, stashed there for almost 2 years.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/1600/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8133/386/320/Picture%20012.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG BAND OUTDOOR PROPS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fans! they were from the "shark" formations!!! my beret!! how my hair always fell out from my hairnet because my head was always too small and i refused to tie my hair..... how i could never synchronise the flipping/turning of the fans to the chimes...(i think...) ah, memories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i SO have to go back this april comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, well....i'm done with the photos! haha. now i have to eat dinner so.... bye! (do rate the drawing ok. constructive criticism is encouraged. haha.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114259663325307841?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114259663325307841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114259663325307841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114259663325307841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114259663325307841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/03/cleaning-out-my-closet-if-you-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114233330168806581</id><published>2006-03-14T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T19:17:47.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has anyone listened closely to Jason Mraz's song lyrics? They are so....weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know the graph of y=square root(9-x2) gives you a circle when you plot it out? Sorry I can't write out the damn mathematical terms here....but go try it yourself! I discovered this very interesting information from my lecture notes. Sighs. TJC sure is proving to be a stressful jc. Just as I thought. I'm revisting Amaths all over again. Oh, the horror of not understanding anything in class and ending up with single-digit grades(but pass O levels anyway sorry I just had to rub that in. Hahahaha.) And the graphic calculator still isn't out yet. All I know is that my brother better take H2 math next year otherwise this $175 will be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely nothing to talk/complain/bitch/nag/sing praise about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in a week, I'll be too swamped to even have time to have feelings. I'll be too busy I'll forget to day-dream. I'll forget to doodle. I'll forget to sing to myself on the bus ride home because I'll be dozing off. I'll forget to notice and get inspired by an old couple holding hands and later rush home to blog about it. I'll just...... forget to stop and smell the roses. And when that happens, I just won't be me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, this is the start of something good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you agree?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x85a1154)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AL/ALT/altgirlie91/1142278851_ghostworld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should watch Ghost World. It stars Thora Birch,&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett Johanssen, and Steve Bucsemi. You&lt;br /&gt;are quirky and like to have a good time. You&lt;br /&gt;are young and probably a tad bit immature.&lt;br /&gt;You are still kinda finding yourself. You&lt;br /&gt;sometimes make bad choices but you always end&lt;br /&gt;up well in the end! You are one of my&lt;br /&gt;favorite movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/altgirlie91/quizzes/What%20Movie%20Do%20You%20Need%20To%20Watch"&gt;What Movie Do You Need To Watch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8c59f40)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/ME/MEC/mechanicalman/1142045617_comicEarth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth is the foundation of the world, the base that&lt;br /&gt;all others must stand on. So too are Earth&lt;br /&gt;Elemental individuals. They are stalwart and&lt;br /&gt;dependable, always there when you need them&lt;br /&gt;and never complaining. They are courageous,&lt;br /&gt;never backing down from a challenge, but also&lt;br /&gt;wise enough to see when the odds are not in&lt;br /&gt;their favor. Their stability often manifests&lt;br /&gt;itself as stubbornness, since they lack the&lt;br /&gt;will to give up if at all possible. They are&lt;br /&gt;also methodical, preferring to take their&lt;br /&gt;time and make sure things are done right the&lt;br /&gt;first time. They are reserved and&lt;br /&gt;conservative, enjoying the simple things in&lt;br /&gt;life rather than the frivolous. 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VERY uncomfortable can. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was "talk day". boring shit. i dozed off in the audi once. and then again. and then again. i DO remember them showing funny ads and this woman saying this on the issue or BGRs. "Relationships involve biology, have chemistry,  are physical, and since you can't stop science, you can't stop relationships!" i thought it was really witty. my problem, however, isn't about &lt;em&gt;stopping&lt;/em&gt; relationships, it's about &lt;em&gt;starting&lt;/em&gt; relationships.........but. BUT. who needs boyfriends when you can have super-duper girlfriends! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was O-Nite. which is, like, supposed to be the climax of the orientation. which is called Voyage 2. something like that la. so we did our skit,(i personally thought it was rather un-funny) and i was like, seriously jinxed or something. the moment i went on stage the microphone spoilt. i stared at the girl i was going to cut up and we were like "OMG THIS IS SO SAD." i hate embarrassing myself la. DAMN SAD, PLEASE. my english is failing me right now and i can't think of any other adjectives to describe the situation. anyways, i thought the Ixodus preformance was the funniest cos it actually gave me a tummyache watching them even from backstage. i thought Zenith's one was quite cool too, although not very romantic. my OGLs actually fell asleep during the Invictus performance(but they won in the end). i was sms-ing poor sally having an equally un-fun time at her MJ campfire. actually, i was feeling out-of-mood because i had NO FOOD. no dinner. what the shit. then, a couple of videos, Talentine(which turned into a sort-of Campus Superstar because they all started singing chinese songs. i was thinking, "shuuji would start swearing if he were here. thank god he wasn't." i could imagine all the "fuck" smses coming in, then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some rock bands came in to perform. some local bands or something. suyan said that during o1, Ronin came in to perform. this time, they were some unknowns. figures. Ronin have lives, you know. they sang rock songs like, "Stacy's Mom", "1985", "Are you gonna be my girl", "Just the girl" but i left after the 1st band because the music was seriously getting too deafening(i have weak ears) and i thought the lead singer was out of tune like crazy. he wasn't singing, he was saying the lyrics. yes. saying the lyrics. i appreciate good music, and unfortunately, he was making good music. i thought the guitarists and drummers were good, though=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still joining guitar club, though. i love music, and no, i won't join band again. haha. actually, it was already out of the question before i came to TJ. needless to say, TJCSB is a gold-with-honours band and i already know what being in a top band is like. the hours are 4 times per week and i do NOT wish to go to school on saturday because it defeats the purpose of having a 5 day week. btw, anyone even REMEMBER 5-day-work-week? it hardly exists anymore. people crave for work or something. guitar is a gold-with-honours PDP too but i'm sure i like the guitar better than the clarinet. besides, my guitar is collecting dust behind my wadrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are my friends so sporty? sally is joining Recreational Badminton. i would join that too, if TJ had one but the badminton hours are crap. 6-9pm or something. believe it or not, i've been honing up on my badminton skills in MI. anisa is joining canoeing. fun, but i'm not much of a risk-taker. i don't, and won't join a sea sport. zukai is in ODAC. james is.......band, i think. poor thing. cos i think he wants to get out. but then, he'll discover that he is a good clarinetist and want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. what a long post. i always have more to type than to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow. TJC is so "science". according to shuuji, 259 out of 800 people are taking the PCME(physics, chem, maths, econs) combi. like, OMG. he was pissed because he couldn't take lit H1 because he was the only 1 who selected it out of the entire cohort. and joy couldn't get her combi either and was left without a CG yesterday. i feel sorry for them. if you have to study something you don't like(eg,econs) chances are, you won't feel good at it and be motivated to &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; good at it. like me and math. haha. thank goodness it's only H1. classes 01/06 to 31/06 are sciences, with some cross-combi people in between. classes 32/06 to 34/06 are arts. even so, our class is split up into some LEP students as well. i'm in 34/06 by the way. last class. and yes, that's how seriously imbalanced the science/arts precentage is here. i always knew more people would take science, i just didn't know &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; much. haha. no matter. i also managed to get into H2 ART!!!! hahaa yea bet you people didn't know Christine's secret passion is drawing! heh. i'll have to work super-duper hard for it, though. the teacher thinks i can't draw(see below post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SO LONG POST. ok la i'll go before you get tired of reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114205364929536193?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114205364929536193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114205364929536193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114205364929536193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114205364929536193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-weekend-is-here-which-means-i.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114174454324018000</id><published>2006-03-07T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:15:43.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first impressions aren't always right, right? i mean, ok, most of the time, they're actually known for being unreliable. i hope it's the same with TJC. there's something wrong with me. it's only been 2 days and i find myself saying, "i wish i'd gone to MJC." weird, i know. when i found out i got 9 points i was so estatic all i could think about was being able to fulfil my life-long(almost life-long) dream of coming to TJC. and now, it's like the tables are turned.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of bad things happened to me today. yesterday, i went to take the art aptitude test and i was given this......dried lotus(you know the kind you see in lotus soup? the thing with alot of holes in it.) today i was called down to the art studio to be given a simon cowell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;teacher(looks disgustedly at my drawing?):what do you think of it&lt;br /&gt;me:i think it's good. it's the best i've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;teacher(looks even more disgusted):&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is your best?&lt;br /&gt;me:yes, i've never taken art for O levels.&lt;br /&gt;teacher:do you have any idea what is expected of you in A level art?&lt;br /&gt;me:no&lt;br /&gt;teacher:&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is what i consider a very good piece of art. look it see. see. see? can you do that?&lt;br /&gt;me(pauses):if i practiced, i think i could try.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: &lt;em&gt;try?!&lt;/em&gt; you know attitude is more important than aptitude. i have students begging me to take them in for art by showing me all their drawings. that is the level of commitment i expect, not &lt;em&gt;i cant try la!&lt;/em&gt; you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 10 mins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly came out crying. i really want to do art, but i'm just not the sort who would go down on my knees, suck up to the teacher with a million and one drawings, and continuously bug her 24/7 to get accepted into art, you know? AND I THINK I CAN DRAW. HRMPH. HOW DARE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i've been feeling lethargic all day long.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's just screaming and shouting all day long.&lt;br /&gt;especially my OGLs. screaming and shouting is like, their hobby. it's like, when they have nothing to do, they just start screaming and shouting again. everyone in my OG thinks so. by the way, i'm absolutely loner in my OG. i'm the only 2nd intaker(how suay is that) and the rest are coincidentally in the same school. needless to say, i'm pretty much left by myself except for some nice people who actually talk to me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i notice lots and lots of anglicans here. besides that, the main schools are, dunman high and dunman sec, tk, tkg, chung cheng, some vs i think and that's about it. mostly, above average schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little overwhelmed by all this over-enthusiasm. it's like, BOOM! and everyone starts shouting and clapping and stomping all over the place. it's...not my thing. the mass dance was ok, save for the fact that it was a little hard. chim la. too many complicated steps. add in a person who can't coordinate, and you have me embarrassing myself! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! if i haven't mentioned, i'm in AZUROUS. there are 4 clans here. clans is like houses la. AZUROUS, ZENITH(i love that word), IXODUS, INVICTUS. personally, as i was telling shuuji, i'd rather be in Invictus, cos it's like shuuji and joy are there. and suyan too. see see people i'm familiar with. and keng mun, their leader is from my primary school so i kinda know him. speaking of which, quite alot of tk people here! i didn't expect so much. but i bet there's tons more in MJC. ahahaha. omg i miss all my friends. i'm so afraid and paranoid i can't find any friends in TJC( like real good ones ) and i'll have to hang out with shuuji all the time. we both can't find anyone we can "click" with. have instant chemistry, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to stop here. i have dragon boating(i nearly wanted to pon but shit la waste money. omg i'm so money-minded.) and i haven't packed my bag and it's 11.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye. i'm dead beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114174454324018000?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114174454324018000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114174454324018000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114174454324018000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114174454324018000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-impressions-arent-always-right.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114148813022152795</id><published>2006-03-04T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:02:11.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first things first.......the (un)expected.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;NRIC :&lt;br /&gt;S8914676C&lt;br /&gt;Name :&lt;br /&gt;PANG LI HUI CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;1.The results of your application are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Posted Institution:TEMASEK JUNIOR COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;Course Name:TEMASEK JUNIOR COLLEGE (ARTS)&lt;br /&gt;Course Code:32A&lt;br /&gt;2. If you are posted to a JC/MI, please report to the JC/MI on 6 Mar 2006 at 7.30am. If you are posted to a Polytechnic/ITE, an enrolment package with the relevant enrolment details will be sent to you.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you wish to apply for a transfer to a particular course, you should approach the institution concerned directly. The institution concerned will inform you of the outcome of your application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU SALLY she just hung up on me. &lt;em&gt;hung up, i'm hanging up on you~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. anyway. after school on friday, i went to shuuji's house only to get chased out by shuuji, sally, anisa  and james because i was sweaty and hadn't bathed. ER. =( so i bathed and we headed down to bugis to buy bags! ok first up we went to MUJI(i realise it rhymes with shuuji) to buy stationaries! so fun so fun. i bought 5 pens, including coloured ones, and a ruler. james says that taking down notes with coloured pens give you incentive to study them later. hahaha. so fun. i didn't know there existed a shop called MUJI which sold practically everything and anything. so then we went to meet zukai, who was clad in a tshirt with VERY suggestive words on it. extremely disturbing. on the verge of being "garment pornography". so then. we went shop-shop-shoppppping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see..... anisa, sally, james, and shuuji bought the same bag. in brown colour for the girls and bblack for the boys. anisa and shuuji will look like trees. james will look like a ...........blue-black. zukai also bought the same brand, ZINC, but a sling bag. i personally won't use a sling bag for everyday school use because all the weight is balanced on one shoulder. it's fine, but not for the weak-shouldered. and that's me. i felt a little out because i wasn't really into the ZINC bag design, and yet felt that as a really close group, we all should've gotten the &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; of an item to remind ourselves of how close we were even when we're in JC. in the end, i guess i let fashion get the better of me. i bought a RIPCURL(guys stop saying i bought a ROXY bag. i just had my eye on one.) beige bag. for $59. i thought it was really ex, by the way. on the side note, lots of interesting things happened. damn funny. let's see.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zukai met candice-a girl who fell head over heels in love with him at a campfire and hasn't stopped stalking him since. now we know why she was at bugis! anyways, zukai totally freaked. anisa offered to pretend to be his girlfriend, and shuuji is boyfriend. james ran away to watch at a corner. sally, despite being the most suitable candidate, point-blank refused to hold zukai's hand. hahahahah damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met a couple of weirdos. a guy who kept going "AHHHHHHH...." really loudly and another who kept going "EEEEE........" loudly. maybe they're brothers. and we laughed at everything and anything for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after walking for super ages, at bugis and plaza singapura, we decided to head to tm for dinner(since they love me and tm is really near my house). along the way, james and anisa went home. so it was left to me, zukai, sally, shuuji to have dinner at macs. word was it that kenji was in tm. hahahah. so not the point la. so then, zukai went home and it was left to me, sally and shuuji to buy shorts for shuuji for his beach outing. it's amusing that once his brother goes for a chalet, shuuji is in need of clothes. very, very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember this very funny thing. shuuji happened to look at shorts with the underwear sort of netting undernearth it, like our tk pe shorts. so then i was like, : what's the purpose of having the underwear thingy there? they don't trust us to wear underwear? and sally: to prevent bouncing of balls! HAHAHAHHAHAHA. and what about boxers? to prevent boxing of balls. HAHAHAHHAHA. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were very very high, as always. yup. whenever i'm with the guys, we always laugh at every single little nonsensical thing. it's just different from being with anyone else. it's no-holds-barred. *stabs zukai* i'm....saying.....this....because....i.....love....you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, where am i going to find people like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. i went early to the hougang sports hall and stupidly tried to look around for the swimming pool. took me half an hour to find it. hua yee and noorie were coming from school(apparently there was a basketball match going on in MI...ya unbelievable i know... with cute basketballers that made huayee drool. literally.). they came like an hour late! anyways, today's swimming lesson was rather unsuccessful. no progress, and furthermore, hah more like the opposite of progressed. degressed? digressed...no that's wrong. i felt rather disappointed cos they were trying so hard to help me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a slightly lighter note, i met steph in the train and she told me that the swimming in TJ is divided into 3 classes-beginners, intemmediate and advanced. apparently, beginners "play with water only", intemmediates "swim 12 laps" and i didn't bother to ask what the "advanceds" did.&lt;br /&gt;"play with water"...... i could do that. and, in TJ, pe is divided into 4 semesters-3 semesters for running, and 1 for swimming. if you don't wish to do the 1 semester for swimming, you'll have to compensate by doing 4 semesters of running 3km each. also also, if you have a "depth phobia", you'll be exempted from going into the deep pool? thing is, how on earth are they going to find out you have a depth phobia? ooh... that's what i'm scared of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us had lunch at ps(3rd time i've been there in a week) before heading home. ok that's about it. quite a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going cut hair tommorow. which leaves me in time for a new bag and new haircut to kickoff my stay at TJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sally- the latest VS yearbook is out!*dangles it with 2 fingers* come and get it! ( nothing much to look at, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, with that, goodbye TK, hello TJ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114148813022152795?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114148813022152795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114148813022152795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114148813022152795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114148813022152795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-things-first.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114120150597039096</id><published>2006-03-01T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:46:56.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what an absolutely eventful day! not particularly in a good way, though. the adventure started at 1.35pm when i was about to go home after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zukai calls.&lt;br /&gt;"hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"thepostingresultsareoutalready."&lt;br /&gt;"huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"blahblahblah is in VJ. i'm in MJ. confirmed already."&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT OMG don't scare me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suyan sends a message.&lt;br /&gt;"the posting results are out. will you be coming to TJ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i panicked. i utterly panicked. that little 0.0001% chance of not being able to enter TJC, coupled with the fact that i needed to use the bathroom, made it worse. then i got on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few seats ahead of me.....&lt;br /&gt;person A gets a call from his friend.&lt;br /&gt;"huh? posting results are out?!"&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;"where did i get into? you sure or not? is this a rumour?"&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;"AH? SP? ah not bad la it's my first choice."&lt;br /&gt;(person A shouts to his friends around him.)&lt;br /&gt;"eh eh everyone wanna know where they got in?"&lt;br /&gt;(everyone scrambles to talk to the mystery person on the line.)&lt;br /&gt;".......huh i got in TPJC! i don't want TPJC! it was like my last choice la!"&lt;br /&gt;"SRJC??? eeeeeee."&lt;br /&gt;"not fair i got the same points why are we different schools?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quivering in my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another message from suyan:"not to scare you but my friend got 7 points and couldn't get into TJ science stream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really needed to use the toilet by then. i jumped off the bus, and would've dashed all the way home if not for the bursting bladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i log onto the website and...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;JOINT ADMISSIONS EXERCISE (JAE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for participating in the 2006 Joint Admissions Exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The registration is closed for posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of the JAE application are tentatively scheduled for release on 3 Mar 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&amp;^%^$%^$)(*_(*^(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:*&amp;amp;amp;^&amp;$@#$%%$^&amp;amp;$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;mailto:*&amp;amp;^&amp;$@#$%%$^&amp;amp;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&amp;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel cheated of my feelings. mainly, anxiety, nervousness and fear. not to mention i'm rather pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;that aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;today out of all the lessons, i attended the geog lecture and tutorial. i haven't been to a tutorial in ages and out of my entire stay in MI, out of all the subjects, i've only done ONE freaking tutorial. i hardly even know what a tutorial is. haha. anyhows, it was fun cos it was incidentally, the last geog tutorial. and the whole class begged the teacher not to give us anything to do. we were like, "tell us story! your life story!" BUT. he gave us this shitty tutorial in the end together with OOOH ANSWERS so we couldn't be bothered to do. for geog lecture we watched a movie since he had no materials to teach us with. it's called "city of god" and definitely with a rating of NC16 and above. if it was PG, then it was definitely an uncensored version. it's about the lives of screwed up gangter/robbers who move from a village to the capital city, rio de janerio aka the City of God, because of the success stories they've heard..... apparently. but ironically, their lives take a turn for the worse and it becomes more like "City of drugs, guns, robbery, living on the streets." quite a sad and tragic story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;anyhow. it was an otherwise boring day. i tried eating chilli noodles today to try and fit in with the typical singaporean's tastebud. a total washout. i ended up with a red face, 2 emtpy cans of chrysanthemum tea and 1 empty bottle of water, a bloated tummy, and a half-empty plate of chilli noodles. that's right. i didn't even finish! i feel ashamed. i'll never be able to properly savour the likes of laksa, mee siam, mee rebus until i get this over and done with. on the other hand, i'll probably have forgotten about this whole issue by the time i write finish this entry.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114120150597039096?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114120150597039096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114120150597039096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114120150597039096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114120150597039096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-absolutely-eventful-day-not.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114092927515226816</id><published>2006-02-26T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:56:44.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey i wanna try those quizzes on anisa's blog! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Animal Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/animal3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Power Animal: Eagle&lt;br /&gt;Animal You Were in a Past Life: Whale&lt;br /&gt;You are active, a challenger, and optimistic.Hard-working, you are always working towards a set goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Animal Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Weigh 156&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchdoyouweighquiz/scale.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you weigh less than this, you either have a fast metabolism or are about to gain weight.If you weigh more than this, you may be losing a few pounds soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Much Do You Weigh?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll Find Love Through Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/wherewillyoufindlovequiz/through-friends.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your friends get you better than any guy ever hasAnd they're the perfect people to introduce you to your soulmateSo look and act you're best with them, even if it's a girl's night outYou never know who they might find for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Where&lt;/a&gt; Will You Find Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA really? friends, i'm waiting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Winter!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/winter.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IntelligentSeriousCozyCalmShy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Right Brained In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyourightbrainedorleftbrainedinlovequiz/right.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bit of a drama queenPeacemaker, first to end a fightGood at thinking up creative datesTend to fall in love and get hurt easilyGoing with your gut instead of your headEmphathetic and caring, sometimes to a faultGood at recognizing patterns in relationshipsBeen in love many times, perhaps too many to countWildly passionate and intense when falling in loveSpontaneous with relationships, going with the flowOverly visual - can play back past dates like movies in your mindRoses, love poems, and stuffed animals are a good start to winning your heart&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Right Brained or Left Brained in Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element is Earth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatelementareyouquiz/earth.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your power color: yellow&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: balancing&lt;br /&gt;Your season: changing of seasons&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated and responsible, you are a rock to your friends.You are skilled at working out even the most difficult problems.Low key and calm, you are happiest when you are around loved ones.Ambitious and goal oriented, you have long term plans to be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Element Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Sign Is Pisces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourtruesignquiz/pisces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KindDreamyGentlePsychicIdealistVulnerableEmpatheticIntroverted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruesignquiz/"&gt;What's" Your True Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh pisces the fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Heart Diamond!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourdreamengagementringquiz/heart-diamond.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You wear your heart on your sleeve, so of course you should also wear it on your ring.A heart diamond is the perfect choice for highlighting your passionate disposition.Only a true romantic can get away with wearing this ring. Luckily, that's you.And only a true romantic can give you this ring, so make sure you find him...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourdreamengagementringquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Dream Engagement Ring?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be With a Water Sign!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsignshouldyoudatequiz/water-sign.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your best match is a Cancer, Scorpio, or Pisces&lt;br /&gt;Why? You crave intimacy and connection in your relationshipAnd while most guys can't open up enough for you, a Water Sign canNot that you're whole relationship will be soul gazingA Water Sign matches your goofy sense of humor - and desire to help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Sign Should You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Shy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whydontyouhaveaboyfriendquiz/too-shy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When a guy gets to know you, he finds a great catchProblem is... you're too shy for most guys to get to know.From meeting someone to dating, you usually have your guard up.And while you're just holding back, it makes you seem like you've got something to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whydontyouhaveaboyfriendquiz/"&gt;Why Don't You Have a Boyfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh yeah.....i knew that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114092927515226816?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114092927515226816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114092927515226816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114092927515226816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114092927515226816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-i-wanna-try-those-quizzes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114078719042594221</id><published>2006-02-24T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:19:50.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah ok done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the 2nd swimming lesson.... and i've made some progress! i can now nearly swim 1 breaststroke, but i constantly forget to come up above the surface for air. i think it's because i've waited too long to learn swimming, that i find it too difficult. i suppose it's true that the younger you are, the faster you pick things up. eh wait.....i found piano difficult too......that's why i gave up after grade 1. oh dear. i hope this isn't true for whatever i'll want to learn in future. but then again, there's the saying "you're never too old to learn" and "huo dao lao, xue dao lao". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it. my hair's turning super-brown again. with the swimming. and dry too. it's gone all flaky and crispy-like, even though i put conditioner everyday. at least when they ask at TJ, i can truthfully say it's not because i've dyed it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i gone a little too far with the constant assumption that i'll get into TJ? i should just stop it huh. sekali i end up at ACJC. or NYJC. or MJC.  or TPJC. or... er nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swallowed lots of pool water today. i hope it doesn't do any damage to my health. i'm just absolutely paranoid when it comes to my health. that, however doesn't explain why i eat so much junk food........ one of thousands of things for me to know and you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like anonymous taggers. heh. and i thought only the close friends read my blog(sally, anisa, shuuji, james, zukai). it kills me trying to figure out who the hell these people are! oh i just realised i encouraged anonymous taggers! hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of close friends, sally's blog entry really moved me when i read it just now. hey anonymous tagger, want a blog to tag? try sally's! it almost moved me to tears.... but then again, well, i am an emotional person. about how it sucks that she feels she's kinda lost contact with us now that she's at work and we're all at school.... and i guess you didn't come here from sally's blog to read a reiteration of what she wrote..... so i just want to say that, i'll never forget any of you guys. all you guys are one of the things which made TK the best school i've ever been to, and probably the best school i'll ever be in. and in my mind, even with my jc uniform and my jc badge, no matter how much i may rave about my jc, about the great new friends i've made there, i'll never forget how you guys changed and made me who i am. i'll never forget how i could talk to all of you about anything and everything under the sun, and how all of you did vice-versa and i listened. i wonder whether i'll ever share this closeness with any of the people i'll meet at jc..... but it's difficult to match that of the bonds we shared in TK. extremely dificult. i'd even say near-impossible. i wonder how i'll get through jc with (possibly) only shuuji around and in a different stream, at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what i've been doing lately late at night? practicing jay chou's "qi li xiang" on the piano. i realise it's a beautiful song. i know it's a little late to realise that la huh. anyways, i absolutely love it. i've even been trying to learn the lyrics too so that i can sing and play together! heh. and, believe it or not(i didn't) my friends say i sing well! hahahhahaha OMG that is seriously so funny. but still, i'll practice a million times before i even consider playing for anyone in public. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also sight-read "gu dan bei ban qiu" yesterday. it's that totally overplayed and oversung and overhyped-but-totally-over song by ocean ou. the guy who until recently used a cartoon to represent himself and then unvelied his real face and everyone got a shock cos he didn't turn out to be the heartthrob they envisioned him to be. ok something like that. anyway, i think too many people play that song(as they do with canon in D) so i'll just stick to "qi li xiang". what does it translate to in english? 7 miles nice smell? ok i know. fragrance 7 miles long. hahahahha. a pity the book doesn't contain any english songs which i'm more familiar with. only a bunch of other jay chou songs. there's one called "jie kou" which sounds very familiar. i think it's famous and overplayed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also will join guitar club in jc so that tada! i can finally learn the guitar. maybe if there's extra time, i'll join creative writing and publications club(read that from the mag on jcs) which is probably in charge of the monthly school magazine or something like that. and hone (what's left of) my writing skills. comes in handy for my future job ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow ow tummyache. ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114078719042594221?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114078719042594221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114078719042594221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114078719042594221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114078719042594221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/02/hah-ok-done.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114053240999219828</id><published>2006-02-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:39:08.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been using the computer far too often. i hereby declare the next time i come online, it will be friday night. nah done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does a little jig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had my first swimming lesson! since.........since the last time i tried to learn swimming and failed miserably. not the point. ok ok! after school, me and hua yee went all the way to yio chu kang(is it....... i keep mixing up yio chu kang and yishun. yes, this part of singapore is totally foreign to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go to TJ! although the swimming part puts me off, at least i get to be around "familiar territory" once more. i've had enough of j8! yayyyyy parkway once more! i miss parkway like shit. i used to go there every single day after school so often i can memorise the floorplan....of course not the revamped one the one i'm used to........ ok i could go on here but, digressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets nostalgic.........give me a minute....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the swimming complex but we went through the clubhouse entrance(apparently several more benefits....and huayee's a member) woah maybe i'm just swaku or something but it was &lt;em&gt;grand&lt;/em&gt;... yep. yep, i've come to the conclusion that i'm definitely swaku. i haven't seen a sauna in my life. but hey, before you judge me, i've seen a jacuzzi at least ok! anyways, so we went to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rather conscious at first because please la, i'm so damn skinny and the whole world knows that. plus, i &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; do not want to drown because the lifeguards are old men. hahahahah! why can't all lifeguards be like those on tv.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so! i learnt how to breathe and some movements! not bad ah. but it was damn funny cos a few times i kept kicking and moving my arms at the same time(which for breaststroke, apparently you do NOT do; you move hands and legs alternately). so i, being a co-ordination retard, breathed, move, kicked at the same time, as a result started to sink, as a result of the result, started screaming. loudly. so loudly, in fact, that everyone turned(including the old men lifeguards i presume).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after awhile, we decided enough was enough(and i was getting embarrassed cos there were other people at least &lt;em&gt;one-quarter&lt;/em&gt; of my age learning swimming as well.....)&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the deep pool(with me clinging gingerly to the edge) and looked at cloud formations. very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok all in all...... it's worth it. although hey, i have a feeling i'll still lag in TJ PE class....... and i'm not exactly crazy about swimming......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114053240999219828?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114053240999219828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114053240999219828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114053240999219828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114053240999219828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-been-using-computer-far-too.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114032696594375995</id><published>2006-02-19T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T17:39:33.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i heard, TJC's PE cirriculum consists of..... &lt;em&gt;swimming&lt;/em&gt;. people, you don't hear &lt;em&gt;christine&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;swimming&lt;/em&gt; in the same sentence. they don't go together. cos i can't swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrified, i confirmed the rumour with other people. alas, it's not a rumour but a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fact. &lt;em&gt;a bloody fact&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visions of my would-be PE teacher dunking my head in the water ala army style filled my head. how horrible! i envisioned myself having to be forced to learn how to float and breathe underwater amid sniggers( never mind sniggers, what about outright laughter?!) from my new classmates. even worse. plus, i absolutely hate seeing myself in a swimsuit. displays and amplifys all my skinni-ness in all its glory(NOT) for all the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. that was 2 days ago. the horror has passed. well, almost. being someone who doesn't mope around after receiving bad news,( ok so i &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; someone like that. not anymore. this is proof.) i decided to go on a crash course in swimming. of course, crash courses don't work for slow learners like me. even if i don't manage to learn swimming by the time PE lessons start in TJ, at least the pool won't seem like a total monsterous stranger to me. it'll just be..........a stranger. no, it'll be my very very very good friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arranged first thing monday after school for huayee to bring me to the swimming complex. good thing to have a friend who goes swimming once a week. heh. and she reassured me that most of the time, your body's in the water so no one takes notice anyway. well..... that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuuji says i'm paranoid. of course not. i'm just.......doing the necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. how am i even sure that i'll end up in TJ and thus, have to learn swimming? only about 99.999999999% since HELLO i meet the cut-off and put it as first choice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. where was i? ok end of topic. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back. and bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRATH&lt;br /&gt;1. Who did you last get angry with?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i can't remember. i forgive and forget.... or do i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your weapon of choice?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;depends on what they did to deserve it. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How about of the same sex?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;haha. i'd hesitate, but yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i have no idea. must've been someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your pet peeve?:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; i have too many. can't be bothered to list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;depends. i forgive and forget....or do i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOTH&lt;br /&gt;1. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a while?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;erh. homework. sleep early. practice music. exercise. ok that's too many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the latest you've ever woken up?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a few..... i'm not naming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the last lame excuse you made?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;can't remember....but lame is like my middle name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through (one of the long ones...?): &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yes. sometimes when there's nothing else on tv to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When was the last time you got a good workout in?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;badminton at hougang which was i-have-no-idea-when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; i don't use an alarm clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLUTTONY&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;what excatly is an overpriced yuppie beverage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Meat eaters: white meat or dark meat?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; 2 or 3 glasses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever used a professional diet company?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;puh-leese. like i'd need one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have an issue with your weight?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;some to be salty, most to be sweet, and none to be spicy, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever looked at a small pet or child and thought, "LUNCH"?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm not a cannibal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUST&lt;br /&gt;1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;docmmentaries counted? babies counted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;uh NO ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;can't remember... i usually stare at faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you "done it"?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favourite body part on a person of your gender of choice?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;face, face and face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;unless prostitutes are lesbians as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREED&lt;br /&gt;1. How many credit cards do you own?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;none....yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your guilty pleasure store?:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; that would be food....not really considered guilty pleaure by my standards.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had $1 million, what would you do with it?:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; save some, spend some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you rather be rich, or famous?:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; i don't know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many MP3s are on your hard drive?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1549&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;1. What's one thing you have done that you're most proud of?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hah! getting 9 points for Os!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hah! getting 9 points for Os!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's one thing would you like to accomplish in your life?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'd like to accomplish much more than 1 thing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;depends on what the competition is about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hmm... don't think so. but hard to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What did you do today that you're proud of?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENVY&lt;br /&gt;1. What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;er....an ipod? anyone's would be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; no one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a million and 1 other people's shoes....but only for a day, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yup...eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i wish i could keep a tune in a bucket(is that the correct phrase?) ok i wish i could sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you wish you'd come up with this survey?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;no, i hate surveys, haven't you figured?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114032696594375995?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114032696594375995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114032696594375995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114032696594375995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114032696594375995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-i-heard-tjcs-pe-cirriculum-consists.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-114001055509189078</id><published>2006-02-15T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:35:55.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today my mum went out to eat dinner with her ex-colleagues. 5 years ago, they all 'retired' together. i think it's a little harsh and degrading to use the word 'retrenched'...besides, they received money anyway. my mum prefers to think of it as 'early retirement'. anyways, one of my mum's ex-colleagues daughters did extremely well in her Os last year(i think 6 or 7 points) but chose to go to ACJC when of VJC when she lived in kembagan.... so my mum actually has an ulterior motive....she's gonna collect info on ACJC just in case i end up there. which i think i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly realise i mind going to ACJC. wait. i &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to make it to TJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me, my brother and dad just came back from dinner at TM and grocery shopping. actually, when my dad goes grocery shopping, all he ever buys is wine. haha. yes, and today he bought 12 bottles. can you imagine how heavy it was? we're such drinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel apprehensive. oh, not again. because shuuji told me that he heard from gita that TJ's lectures and tutorials are going at a very fast pace. shoot. i will SO have to have intensive remedials because the MI pace is seriously slow, and besides, i haven't been paying attention there, either. oh no. if it's lit, i haven't even read "king lear". and what if TJ doesn't even do "king lear"? if it's GP, i haven't started on a single tutorial and i haven't learnt any writing skills whatsoever. as for the other subjects....... it's as though i might as well haven't gone for my first 3 months. it's a bit of fault on my part.... cos i have been skipping lectures..... but on the other hand, hello! they hardly taught anything as well. there wasn't the incentive of gaining information during lectures, and thus, no one went. seems like not everyone's losing out. most MI people are headed for polys anyway....haha probably cos they've been put off by JC education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i spent Valentine's Day with my super-handsome invisible boyfriend. no i'm kidding, duh! in the morning, it was badminton with hua yee and noorie. noorie gave everyone a flower! haha so cute. my first real flower for valentine's. and from a girl, too. they're both going to poly.... and decided their courses as well. after that, we went to junction 8(over there, everyone calls it j8.......just like tampines mall is called TM.....and i was so swaku i didn't even know......ok fine!) for lunch and discussed our future. then we walked around and decided to take neo prints. it's been ages since i last took one and i don't even like posing. it's only the decorating part which is fun. =) so we took some and noorie let me and hua yee decorate cos she thought we were good at art. haha. it was rather fun and the neo print place was rather deserted, unlike the one at bugis. have you seen it? tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i made my way to anisa's by mrt. such a damn long ride. then i took the bus and then i walked some more. i nearly got lost amongst the big houses. i noticed lots of them were inhabited with ang mohs. then, i joined anisa, sally, huimin to play cards for a while. we played taiti and i taught them bridge! haha bridge is fun isn't it? personally, i think it's fun-ner than taiti. guessing partners and all. ah. then, anisa's dad was schelduled to come home soon and she had to cook so we had to leave. ok end of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my flower nearly died by the time i reached home. but mum put it in a vase and thus, it was revived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have school tommorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-114001055509189078?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/114001055509189078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=114001055509189078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114001055509189078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/114001055509189078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-my-mum-went-out-to-eat-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-113973287905479917</id><published>2006-02-12T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T16:27:59.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh! i was talking to joy and discovered that with 9 points, she has the exact same dilemma as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Joy] it's not the end that matters, it's the journey that counts says:&lt;br /&gt;that's my prob too!&lt;br /&gt;[Joy] it's not the end that matters, it's the journey that counts says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid i wouldn't be able to survive&lt;br /&gt;x`tine's on cloud 9 says:&lt;br /&gt;it's like....i feel i'm not smart enough&lt;br /&gt;[Joy] it's not the end that matters, it's the journey that counts says:&lt;br /&gt;ya!!! exactly!!!&lt;br /&gt;[Joy] it's not the end that matters, it's the journey that counts says:&lt;br /&gt;like what if I can't do well at the A levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...... now shuuji has decided to rearrange his choices. WTH! we were going to go to the same place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-113973287905479917?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/113973287905479917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=113973287905479917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113973287905479917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113973287905479917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-i-was-talking-to-joy-and-discovered.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-113973166172832870</id><published>2006-02-12T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T16:07:41.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm on cloud NINE. because of the NINE+1 of febuary( friday). to celebrate, mummy bought me a new pair of shoes which cost eighty-NINE dollars NINETY-NINE cents. i'm wearing it to school on the NINE+7 of febuary(thursday) when i go back to MI. oh look, the time now is 3.2NINE pm. i'm going to register the JAE exercise soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 2 days and the fact that i'm an O level single-digit point holder hasn't sunk in yet. i don't think it'll ever sink in. i bet i was the highest jumper. 23 for prelims to 9 for O levels. here's what i came up for for my choices(with shuuji):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)TEMASEK JUNIOR COLLEGE(ARTS)(will appeal on the basis that i have A1s for combined humans and lit)&lt;br /&gt;2)ANGLO-CHINESE JUNIOR COLLEGE(ARTS)&lt;br /&gt;3)NANYANG JUNIOR COLLEGE(ARTS)&lt;br /&gt;4)MERIDIAN JUNIOR COLLEGE(ARTS)&lt;br /&gt;5)TAMPINES JUNIOR COLLEGE(ARTS)&lt;br /&gt;6-12)NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's it. at first, my mum was insistent that i place MJC as my second because proximity is extremely important to her. it's not that i look down upon MJC because i have 9 points. in fact, it's a great place cos like, half of tk's gonna go there. it's fun and exciting. it's just that........this is my &lt;em&gt;one and only opportunity&lt;/em&gt; to go someplace better. again, it's not that TJC is better than MJC.(gosh this is so difficult cos so many future MJC-ians are going to read this.) it's that TJC is higher on the ranking list and gives me better opportunities. it's also older and more "stabilised", if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i managed to let myself put ACJC as my second choice even though it's in freaking Dover and i have to travel across the island every morning should i go there. ACJC has a performing arts campus as well as Theatre Studies and Drama which i've wanted to take since i was in primary school. then, i was thinking VJ of course.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else is troubling me too. it's the fact that i'm starting to think that my results were a complete fluke. 9 points?! that's in the league of A, B, C class people. i got higher than people like james, zukai, sally, anisa. that is...... &lt;em&gt;a little too unbelievable&lt;/em&gt;. i'm not saying my results were tyco-ed or i was lucky. maybe i really have hidden potential and "rose to the occassion". maybe i was lucky i had a lenient marker. maybe my handwriting was pleasant looking. maybe the marker was in a good mood. i prefer to think that i'm really smart. haha. it does wonders for one's self-esteem i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, as i was saying, 9 points is in the league of TK's top pupils. those A class people. and B and C and so on....and people in other classes who have been consistently good like xinyi......people unlike.......&lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt; it's somehow like i don't belong there. i don't know how to put it in words. even shuuji seems to fit in TJC. and so do my pirmary school friends steph and suyan. i was never a consistently good academically pupil. i scraped through tests and exams. and suddenly, i have 9 points. technically, i qualify, but will i survive there? how i go from here if i make it to TJ? i'll have to compete with top pupils from better schools like VS, TKGS, cedar, and what not. i just don't know whether i'll cut it. on the other hand, it's like my intellectual standard belongs to someplace like MJC. seriously. i don't know if i'm intellectually capable of surviving in TJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe i can rise to the occassion, though. if i can get 9 points, anything else is possible. including.........boyfriends. hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJC, HERE I COME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-113973166172832870?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/113973166172832870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=113973166172832870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113973166172832870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113973166172832870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-on-cloud-nine.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-113958315357178712</id><published>2006-02-10T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:52:33.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this morning seems so far away. well, granted, it was one of the most eventful days in my life. hold on while i change somethings in the wishlist column...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok results! (haha i typed resluts) firstly, some stats. i think this TK batch was one which broke barriers, overcame the odds, survived adversity to become the best i've ever seen. haha and not just because it's my batch. seriously. i think this is by far the bestestestest TK has ever achieved. looking at the statistics, it was as though i was looking at the scores of a top school like....ok not raffles maybe VS? but heck, TK rocks la. TK ROCKS MY SOCKS OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results(typed resluts again.....my fingers are trembling) were fucking unexpected please. i went into the hall thinking i would get 15 or 16. and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. for effect, let's compare this to my prelims! total jaw-dropper man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUBJECT-PRELIMS-O LEVELS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Language-A1-A1&lt;br /&gt;Chinese-B3-B3&lt;br /&gt;Literature-C5-A1&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities-C6-A1&lt;br /&gt;Combined Science-B3-A1&lt;br /&gt;E.maths-C6-A2&lt;br /&gt;A.maths-F9-C6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5=&lt;strong&gt;9 FUCKING POINTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minus 2 for CCA=&lt;strong&gt;7 FUCKING POINTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've NEVER passed combined humans in my life. NEVER. the C6 was moderated because they felt sorry for me. NEVER PASSED IN MY LIFE. and today, A1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've NEVER passed emath since sec 2(thus allowing me to take amaths). straight f9s all throughout sec 3. again, the prelim result was moderated. i didn't pass emaths. and now, this! &lt;em&gt;this!&lt;/em&gt; even mrs ong predicted i would get B3. i remember she wrote on my paper,"let's work hard to aim for an &lt;s/&gt;A2&lt;/s&gt; B3!" TAKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit. lit. lit!!! I LOVE LITERATURE I LOVE MRS POON SHARMA BOOK PRIZE HERE I COME!!! ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i love ms ada tan too. i remember the countless times i wanted to drop amath cos i was like, the lowest in the level. i remember crying in class over my 5/80 score. i remember considering not turning up for the Os cos i confirmed thought i'd get a F9. and now omg i passed. this means i doubled my score, cos my prelims was 27/100. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was spent floating around in a state of deliria(dunno how to spell. HAH who cares my english A1). i couldn't eat. i screamed. i jumped. i hugged random people. i went insane. and i won't sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prospects are exciting.....TJ? MJ? ACJC? VJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i think i'll go back to congratulating people online!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-113958315357178712?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/113958315357178712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=113958315357178712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113958315357178712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113958315357178712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-morning-seems-so-far-away.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-113941156877026916</id><published>2006-02-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:12:48.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can just forsee what my next post is going to be about. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just visited my blog and took a look at the column on the right. under my wishlist are 2 points- 15 or below for O levels and distinctions for english and literature. until yesterday, they were just abstract concepts with increasing relevance to my life. that is, until reality struck and i had insomnia last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, please, please let me achieve those and more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the anxiety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday, me, noorie and hua yee decided that from today onwards, we wouldn't skip another lecture or tutorial again. so, to commemorate that, we didn't go for any lesson at all! hah ironic i know. but fun, sneaking around the classes, playing piano at the canteen(i was rather embarrassed la because i so &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; sight read for nuts), playing bridge in the library, sitting down on the.......are they called bleachers?, etc etc.... ironic, i know. i'm a living irony. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today, hah! we didn't skip any lesson today. it was tempting because there was a rumour circulating that the econs teacher would be absent for 4 days straight. unfortunately, she wasn't. even more unfortunately, almost everyone thought she was and the AVA room was virtually empty. no matter. i haven't felt like a good girl in days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, we went to play badminton! at the hougang sports hall, i think. wow i miss the days playing with zukai, anisa, sally and the rest. i didn't say shuuji because strangely, i don't remember ever playing badminton with him. hmm..... maybe i should search the memory folders again....anyways, it was extremely fun. and tiring, may i add. quite a large bunch of people joined in. er.....oh dear my memory's failing again. hua yee, noorie, desmond, kelvin(i dunnno how to spell his name haha), hua yee's friend called nicholas i guess, joanna, 2 pro boys who hua yee challenged the other day hence the outing. hah. that should be it. i'm really too tired to think whether i missed anyone out. i don't really know some anyway. it was kinda split into the "pro" people playing their game and the "un-pro" people playing their own game. ok fine la it was like i played with people of my own standard. which belongs to the "un-pro" category, by the way. there were a couple of extremely pro people who could give professional badminton players a run for their money, the way i saw it..... after being drenched in sweat and cooling down, we all went home. me, noorie and yuzhi?(dunno how to spell again. and sorry but until today, i thought his name was you zhi. you know, as in childish in chinese), the "east" people took mrt and changed at outram interchange. as an MI person, you've gotta start taking the NE line. haha. so here's where the stupid part begins. we hopped onto the east-west line happily but still exhausted.....and i think you know what happened next. i think it was the exhaustion and distraction of our conversation. by the time we realised our mistake, we were already at dover station!! and it was already evening..... my mother wasn't too happy. we had to travel back all the way across singapore again........sigh. to make matters worse, i missed the 292 bus at the interchange. that is, like, suicide because the 292 takes ages to come. i reached home at the ripe old time of 8 30 pm, instead of 6 30pm. but badminton was fun! we're planning another outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. 11pm. the new anime show is so not nice please. it's either about fighting or vampires i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need some sleep. i'm way past trying to get beauty sleep. i don't even have the necessary hours. i have panda eyes already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days. 48 hours. eh actually less than that. 36 hours. oh who cares. maybe for once, the aethist in me is gonna go! that's it i'm gonna pray tonight! ok......maybe tommorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-113941156877026916?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/113941156877026916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=113941156877026916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113941156877026916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113941156877026916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-can-just-forsee-what-my-next-post-is.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-113911695885988094</id><published>2006-02-05T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T19:36:09.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i have 35 minutes before my brother's tuition teacher comes and i have to evacuate the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was indeed eventful. i would've started from the morning and the events would chronologically follow suit, but the end of the day was simply too exciting. so i shall go backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the extended family had a banquet in this restaurant at guillemard road. there isn't much to say about the dinner, except maybe i was damn filled. i really need to shit lest the "memory space" was be filled up today. ok forget it was that extremely lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, we adjourned to my grandmother's flat. my cousins and my brother and i bought sparklers for our so-called "operation". haha. we went to the benches outside the void deck, placed sparklers on the bench tiles in the shape of a "ren"-ren as in people because yesterday was "ren ri"-as in people's day-as in as in everyone's birthday la. so then, we lit the sparklers and accidentally bleached the tile white- in the shape of "ren"! haha damn funnnnny. the white against the brown tile "ren" character can even be seen from the 11th floor. my goodness. well, at least we left a mark this CNY. so then, here comes the fun part. we decided to carry out the rest of the operation on a secluded part of the 11th floor staircase landing because quote "no one in their right mind uses that staircase anyway". it was so secluded that even at the still-earthly hour of 10pm, i could already envision rapists conducting their- ok never mind! we bleached the grey concrete white with the characters "ren ri" again. we also discovered that sparklers can ignite from the middle or even the end, not necessarily the "head" portion! ok then, it was getting quite smoky so we decided to make a really nice star outside my grandmother's house. right in front of her shoe cabinet. we thought it would make quite a nice, unique and funky decoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then, we lit up the sparklers in the star shape and off it went! absolutely nice. it was like seeing fireworks on the ground. and the formation totally rocked la. my brother even recorded it on my handphone's video, in true happy slapping fashion. then, we realised that hey, it wasn't that smoky after all. where had all the smoke gone? then someone was like, hey! it's all blown into the flat! i looked and OHMYGOD the flat was covered in smoke. everyone began coughing. that wasn't over. then, the smoke detector started ringing damn loudly and the fire station called! woooooooooooooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that was the end of our sparkler adventure.=( unfortunately, we had to spend the rest of our night watching "i not stupid". but no matter, it's a really nice and funny movie anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right. i went to the NP open house yesterday too! alamak the campus is so gargantuan that we had to have this little bus ferry all the people around and drop off at various schools aong the way. of course, i was only interested in the School of Film and Media Studies. i'll say it was rather fun. it was like walking into the mediacorp production studio or something. state of the art equipment and all.... of course, i'm not really interested in the technical aspects of film or sound production, i'm more like scriptwriting and all that.......quite alot of freebies and the School of Health Sciences made me this extremely nice test tube filled with gel-like substance an my name floating in the centre. not really floating, more like suspended in the whatever chemical it is. very intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, after all that, i think i'm still putting jc as my 1st choice. omg this has got me thinking about the bloody results again............... i don't want to elaborate on that. i think everyone pretty much has the same thoughts, feelings, reactions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when in doubt, do quizzes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i prefer tickle cos quizilla always screws up my html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;christine, your career personality type is INFP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that based on the standard measure of personality traits, you are highly organized and have strong project management skills. You prefer to work independently and then pass your ideas or tasks on to others. When others lose sight of the big picture, you help them to stay focused to see what's important and weed out unnecessary details. This skill set will help you succeed in nearly any workplace.The reason employers and recruiters might be on the lookout for you is that only about 3-4% of the U.S. population shares the unique characteristics of your personality type. Research shows that businesses succeed when employers create a good balance of personality types in the office. And since only 3-4% of the U.S. population shares your type, that means employers are looking for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alah what on earth does INFP stand for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;christine, your palm reveals you are especially good at Listening to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our psychologists were able to confirm what palmists have known for centuries: the lines in your palm reveal many things about you — including details about your future.Your palm shows you have strong intuitions that serve you well — even though they may not always seem rational to others. You are also typically very expressive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;christine, you're a Monkey!&lt;br /&gt;Don't go bananas — in your former life you were a tiny monkey named Oompa. Here's what we know about you: Adorably sweet demeanor and sharp as a tack, you found success working with a street performer named Juan, who worshipped you and treated you like his own child. He bought you a gold satin jumpsuit with royal blue ruffles, a matching top hat, and a sequined bag for donations. He would play your favorite disco tunes on his accordion, prompting you to dance around and flirt with the crowd while you collected spare change and picked pockets. Everybody loved you. And you loved everybody. You and Juan took your gig around the country and raked in the riches. You were one happy little monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*sputters* $^$%^$&amp;&amp;amp;^*&amp;(&lt;a href="mailto:^@#@$%*^%"&gt;^@#@$%*^%&lt;/a&gt;(*&amp;amp;^)*&amp;( of all things?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What Zodiac Sign Should You Be?&lt;br /&gt;christine, you're a Scorpio!&lt;br /&gt;The planets are very complex. Maybe your astrologer will disagree, and maybe a few tendencies will vary, but overall you're a SCORPIO. You're just like a water sign, which comes out in the way you're so in tune with your emotions and your intuitions. Your symbol is a scorpion, which represents your secretive nature and your ability to emit a powerful poison when vengeful. A bundle of contradictions, you have the ability to demonstrate both the best and worst qualities that characterize human nature. Generally, you are intense and passionate, yet stubborn and competitive. You use your intuition fearlessly, and you have a tendency to explore the nature of existence through the study of philosophy and religion. Although it is difficult for you to trust others, whenever you finally do, the result is deep and powerful. On the downside, however, you must work hard to suppress your jealousy. Your dedication, drive, and persistence will guarantee you success, and you are known and respected for your imagination and idealism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what again? i don't want to be Scorpio i want to be born on 29 november. which would make me Sagittarius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-113911695885988094?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/113911695885988094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=113911695885988094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113911695885988094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113911695885988094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-i-have-35-minutes-before-my.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-113888886075288762</id><published>2006-02-02T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:01:00.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY 200th POST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow my blog certainly has come a long way. when i started blogging, i was just........ah i could go on and on about what i was, what i am, and how i've changed. but i'll spare you guys the grandmother story and just treat this as a normal post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumours which surround -what else?- our O level results have been flying around recently. maybe it's just the work of some hyped-up people hoping to strike fear in the hearts of ....the faint-hearted, including me. ok, so they kinda succeeded. but out of a dozen and one rumours i've heard in my life, a dozen aren't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've heard -yet another rumour- that our results are gonna be released earliest next monday and latest next friday. oh my god how could anyone make a rumour like that! the aforementioned states very clearly i am faint-hearted! oh and you have no idea how faint. this is enough to nearly kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but monday or not, friday or not, they'll be released soon. i can't even begin to describe how nervous i am. blame it on the academically-orientated mindsets of the education system. or my paranoid character. haha. the stupid feeling has begun welling up in the depths of my tummy already. oh wait. i don't have a tummy! hahahah. ok my abdomen. it's going to multiply like cells with accelerating speed, as with the number of "what if' questions churning around in my brain. argh. by the time the dreaded day comes, i'll be like an energizer bunny running low on batteries. jumping around spastically. be prepared. ARGH! my fingers are already feverishly tapping on the keyboard. what's with this onslaught of chim adjectives? ok don't ask me i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. my CNY was pretty normal. it was relatively subdued this year, since it hasn't been 1 year since my grandfather passed away, and strictly following the....i don't know what rules, my grandmother is technically still mourning. so, no &lt;em&gt;angpaos [&lt;/em&gt;father's side only....i did others, but sadly, not a 3-figure sum =( ] no decorations. there was food, though. and plenty of it too. haha. hua yee says she gained 3kg in the 3 days of CNY! ohmygoodness. the only time i'll gain weight like that is when i get pregnant, i think. i ate tons and tons and tons of, among others, love letters, oranges, pineapple tarts, kueh bahlu(me and my cousins finished 2 large containers! combined effort.), kueh bangkit(my fav), crackers, cashew nuts, sweets......not to mention yusheng and white wine. white wine is nice! it's nicer than red, at least. there's no bitter aftertaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we clocked in like, 10 hours in total of bridge/daidi(or is it taiti?)/harry potter/mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;4 hours straight on the first day! i still remember. we're all getting to be such experts! hahaheeheehoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we skipped.....econs i think and joined this rather large group of people gambling in the library. ok la, since it doesn't involve anything more than a few dollars, i shan't call it gambling. more like, playing cards and dice. apparently, hua yee had been honing her bridge skills during the CNY holidays so we just played la. continued during all the breaks with some other people whose names i have forgotten. but then one of them didn't know how to play bridge so we switched to daidi/taiti instead. so cool! i had 4 of a kind 2! that is so damn big, not to mention impossoble la. ok fine so it was possible. with me, of course. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone(with the exception of fuzzy) skipped lit today. i heard that there were barely 12 people in the audi, out of an enrolment of, hmm let's see........120 arts students? pathetic. of course, i only added the the pathos by ponning as well. the bus stop was flooded with people escaping MI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gotta go. my even-more paranoid brother needs to use the com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-113888886075288762?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/113888886075288762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=113888886075288762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113888886075288762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113888886075288762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-200th-post-wow-my-blog-certainly.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-113842238605474604</id><published>2006-01-28T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:33:11.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8cb7234)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LU/LUK/LukexSkywalker/1138340903_lIAskofYou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I Ask of You&lt;br /&gt;You're All I Ask of You! You want a strong&lt;br /&gt;relationship that you know will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://quizilla.com/users/LukexSkywalker/quizzes/Which%20song%20from%20The%20Phantom%20of%20the%20Opera%20{ALW}%20are%20you?/"&gt;Which song from The Phantom of the Opera {ALW} are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay for Christine and Raoul!(CHRISTINE DAMN HOT RIGHT.) ok that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8cf17c8)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PH/PHA/PhantasmKiss/1138074950_terquiz20s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roaring 20's&lt;br /&gt;You love the idea of throsing off the shackles of&lt;br /&gt;propriety! You'll take a bottle of gin and a&lt;br /&gt;hot dance, ducky! Let's Charleston!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://quizilla.com/users/PhantasmKiss/quizzes/Which%20Era%20Do%20You%20Belong%20In?"&gt;Which Era Do You Belong In? (11 Results w Pictures)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;span%20style="&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Ice!" src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/ItalianPrincessLauren/1043975207_ntsJunkIce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE is your chinese symbol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://quizilla.com/users/ItalianPrincessLauren/quizzes/What%20Chinese%20Symbol%20Are%20You?"&gt;What Chinese Symbol Are You? -- Updated (7/21/03)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspired by yesterday, i'm gonna check out my horoscope compatibility....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine, you're a Scorpio!&lt;br /&gt;Your stars are sending you straight into the arms of a SCORPIO. Your man's water sign reveals that he's strongly intuitive and in tune with your emotions. But be careful — his symbol is a scorpion, which represents his secretive nature and his ability to be vengeful when threatened. As a Scorpio, he's a bundle of contradictions. He has the ability to demonstrate both the best and worst qualities that characterize human nature. Generally, he's intense and passionate, yet he can be stubborn and competitive. He uses his intuition fearlessly, and he tends to explore philosophy and religion. Although it's difficult for him to trust others, when he meets the right one (i.e., YOU), the result is deep and powerful. You should be excited to be a perfect match for a man with such dedication, drive, and persistence. Your Scorpio will be known and respected for his imagination and idealism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what these results say. firstly, I'M VERY SURE I'M NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE REMOTELY SCORPIO. AND NEITHER DO I WANT TO BE. nuff said. but it's intriguing though. actually there's more to the result analysis. i think i shan't copy it otherwise i will freak myself out. next quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine, your TV family is the Keatons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would we do, baby, without us? Cue the oil painting credits sequence — your family is most like The Keatons. Hippie idealists with a healthy dash of conservatism (in the form of Michael J. Fox...), Steven, Elyse, Alex, Mallory, Jennifer, and even little Andrew are your family's TV soulmates. You don't by any chance have a weird next door neighbor named Skippy, do you? Nah... But that doesn't matter. Your family is still a lot like the Keatons in the ways that really matter. Sure, you have your disagreements (remember how much Steven and Elyse hated Mallory's monosyllabic boyfriend Nick at first?), but you get over them and ultimately find your Family Ties closer than ever because of them. You're not exactly traditional, but you've got love and understanding to spare. So whip up something to eat (be sure to throw in some granola), and plan a family dinner already! Sha la la laa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are the keatons? apparently some old tv sitcom.... unfortunately i don't really understand what the paragraph's saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine, if you were a movie, you'd be a Groundbreaking Documentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think documentaries are boring, think again. Like your movie match, you're an intelligent individual who makes people think. Documentaries span all sorts of topics, from the trivial to the profound. Perhaps your interests do the same, but one thing's clear — you're a smarty and you like to learn.We'd guess you're the person at the dinner table or the water cooler who stirs up lively debates about the latest news or tidbits from the Discovery Channel. Part of you probably gets a kick out of creating controversy and getting people fired up about their beliefs. Another part probably likes opening people's eyes and sharing your thoughts. And for that, you get two thumbs up for trying to get to the bottom of things and making waves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey this is so nice! but, heh, i think if i make a movie i'll just stick with fiction.&lt;br /&gt;wow so much blogging today. i gotta go for the reunion lunch! followed by reunion dinner! followed by the next day which is chinese new year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-113842238605474604?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/113842238605474604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=113842238605474604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113842238605474604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113842238605474604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-i-ask-of-you-youre-all-i-ask-of.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-113841915712703323</id><published>2006-01-28T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T11:32:37.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. someone with the email "forever_angel071" added me on msn. ok the above name sounds absoluely normal yes? so i initiated conversation with him/her since he/she was online. so then i was like, hi and he/she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see your face with every punch i take, says:&lt;br /&gt;damn thoise alien maggots from mouter space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh oh. sounds familiar. is it who i think it is? damn it's dorminic! &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; dorminic. i'll probably never forget him as long as i live. and not in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yesterday was a blast! it started off with breakfast at the bedok macdonalds. yes, the party corner section. haha. then me, zukai, sally, anisa took a cab to tk. shuuji was also coming and his cab stopped right behind ours. haha. so then we met more tk people at the front gate(later, i found out there were like, tons of tk people la. all ponned school right? haha) so we all walked in to tk. they extended the foyer until it looks like a bloody temple. so oriental and green and... and...&lt;em&gt;temple-ish&lt;/em&gt;. it looks horrible and doesn't blend in with tk at all! it's only been 1 month since we've been gone and look what's happened to our school! i also heard that lots of teachers are leaving at the end of the year/month. like, mrs choi(my beloved easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy ss teacher whom i still owe 2 packets of peel fresh for not knowing how to do SBQs), mr tan kee hoe(omg &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;? chemistry will go downhill for the rest of the tk people from this day forth MARK MY WORDS), gwen lim(one of the cutest teachers on the face of this earth please...and she signed my yearbook "pristine christine" haha) and others. so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll bet it's all part of pchan's elaborate scheme to replace the world with robots that look, talk, walk, speak exactly like her. and she's starting with the tk teachers. how dare she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then, we went for the concert. haha. it was......very secondary school-ish. yup. i loved it! even though there would be a dozen other concerts which were better. it's tk, so i loved it.=) met lots of other ex-classmates/schoolmates whom i'd initially forgotten what they looked like. and yes, i've finally seen shuuji so i can't say i've forgotten what he looks like either. haha. sally confessed her love for chang yuan during the concert via zukai. hahahaha! but i think zukai passed the message wrongly as "sally thinks you're hot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that, me, sally, anisa, zukai, shuuji, benjamin, marcus and marcus friend went to tm. actually, the swenson's near the tampines mrt. we laughed alot. then stanley came to join us. i swear, stanley has grown at least a whole head since i last saw him. haha. james completely disappeared. maybe he was too in love with MJC to even pon for one day. tsk tsk. so then, marcus and friend left and we went to the kbox but it was too bloody expensive and we had no money. then..........we went to the arcade at tm. ahhh i miss it so much! i remember the day i had this miraculously long winning streak with my hulk versus zukai and sally taking turns at the X-men machine. hoo boy. i won't forget that day. so we played and played and then we got damn tired. we..... went for ice cream at gelato. by which time, zukai had left and stanley had left and came back in house clothes. then, we walked some more and then decided to go to shuuji's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so nicely decorated! i was seriously impressed and i think everyone could tell by the way i kept walking around the house, although in a very nonchalent way. i think shuuji will laugh while reading this. i think one of his brothers lives on the couch playing games. he did not even get up to go to the toilet the entire time we were there. but, granted, he's a very entertaining player cos we sat there watching him for like, 1 hour plus. he played "kingdom hearts". it looks like a very nice game. and addictive, not to mention. i think he's the one called kohji. if so, then the cute one is kenji! hah. wow he's damn cute. anyways, we had dinner japanese style while solving benjamin's age-old dilemma. i shall not say it here because i think he will kill me in the most horrible way imaginable, knowing him la. we digressed plenty of times and ended up running to the computer to check out horoscope compatibility. haha! it was so uncannily true that it freaked all of us out. like, even though anisa and me are both tauras, and we are rather different, it was both true! very freaky. do i myself believe in horoscope compatibility? haha maybe only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it got rather late and so shuuji, sally, and benjamin walked me home.... just 12 blocks. that ended the whole day. so fun so fun so fun! i wanna relive it a thousand times over. but, sadly, secondary school is a phase that's over, just one in a million phases of my life. one has gone, but there'll be more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6803368-113841915712703323?l=sweetsr0x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/feeds/113841915712703323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6803368&amp;postID=113841915712703323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113841915712703323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6803368/posts/default/113841915712703323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsr0x.blogspot.com/2006/01/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17805014238372814872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6803368.post-113810434631046396</id><published>2006-01-24T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:05:46.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MSN has been a little retarded these days..... today it deleted some of my contacts....but about a week ago it deleted &lt;em&gt;all of them&lt;/em&gt;. i logged on and the MSN window popped up proclaiming "YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS!" ok, so i paraphrased, but you get the idea. i had to add everyone back. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there have been quite a few changes these days, so first things first........ there's a piano in my room now! it's been quite troublesome these few years, having to go to mama's house just to practice. but now i can practice all i want behind closed doors in the privacy of my room! the only one hearing me will be my downstairs neighbour, who is like, a virtuosio. my mum intends me to start learning from her soon, which will be convenient cos i can just pop by any time i want. well, almost. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today there was this guy who brought a guitar to school and started strumming and singing during lecture when the teacher hadn't arrived. me and hua yee were looking for him the entire day to get him to teach us, but when we finally managed to sit behind him in GP, we chickened out cos we were too shy! hahaha. ok if he reads this i am so dead. ok rather dead. at least 3/4 dead. if he dosen't bring his guitar tomorrow, i won't be able to recognise him! he'd better. but i don't remember his face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandparents closed the deal on their simei flat! it's actually pretty near from our house. you know on the way to eastpoint, i have to cross the gate, pass the exercise station and across the overhead bridge? well, their new place is just across the overhead bridge! it's a cosy 3-room flat on the 10th floor. but they'll be doing some renovations for a few months first.....like changing the floor tiles, giving it a fresh coat of paint........ all that stuff. i imagine it'll be pretty emotional when they move over. i mean, imagine living in 1 house for over 30 years and then shifting to a flat on the &lt;em&gt;10th&lt;/em&gt; floor. it' almost like uprooting. i know memories are all i and my granparents and my uncle are gonna have left of the old house soon enough, so i'm gonna visit as often as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's friend lent him a portable hardrive(yes, first time i've heard of it too). we just transferred 1552 songs into the windows media player and some games too. that's so cool! i was so afraid the computer would crash. talk about an information overload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI's getting better. i meant the people, not the lessons. did i mention what a wacky bunch my class is? yea i think i did in the previous post. the lessons are still quite bad, in my opinion. i swear, JC people have it better. maybe i'm just envious. yea........... ok for instance, today in lit class, chris lee(hey i always seem to be complaining about him) gave us 4 poems to read. before we could begin to discuss, he was like, "ok the subject matter for poem A is, 'the poet is trying to give the readers......'" it's like he just read off this paper which contained answers to all the questions regarding the subject matter, intentions of the poet, tone of the poet and stuf like that. and we spent the entire lesson copying answers. most, if not all, of us didn't understand the poems. and no, i don't think the blindly copying the
