<?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-23859398</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:44:40.328+08:00</updated><category term='the light is getting brighter.'/><category term='more pics at myspace.'/><category term='only the surface is cleared.'/><category term='maybe that&apos;s what i fear.'/><category term='well'/><category term='comes the calm sea.'/><category term='i&apos;ll hold it in.'/><category term='who?'/><category term='why?'/><category term='the trust is not going to be the same'/><category term='just for you.'/><category term='but i&apos;m happy we&apos;re still friends.'/><category term='you have to learn to appreciate.'/><category term='ai mei rang ren bian de tan xin.'/><category term='From the bottom of my heart'/><category term='hou hui.'/><category term='happy chinese new year'/><category term='twists do happen.'/><category term='waiting here'/><category term='so far'/><category term='After the strong waves'/><category term='with open arms.'/><category term='i see the light.'/><category term='fun:D'/><category term='why do i hurt the ones i love?'/><category term='Let&apos;s work hard(:'/><category term='i&apos;m a coward.'/><category term='a decision has to be made.'/><category term='What is done cannot be undone.'/><category term='i&apos;ll sing my lungs out.e-learning again tomorrow.'/><category term='i wish i wasn&apos;t that someone'/><category term='If only I had met you first.'/><category term='Everybody&apos;s Changing'/><category term='but i guess i am.'/><category term='doggy loves owner'/><category term='practice what you preach.'/><category term='written by me'/><category term='Tired and so not looking forward to visiting.'/><title type='text'>impossible is possible=)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-7527676227455106425</id><published>2008-03-08T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:28:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH! Is Cassandra blogging? Yeah, I am. I've been so lazy, sorry all. Blogging's such a chore nowadays. I barely get to use the comp anyway, stupid brother's butt must be attached to this chair and hands fixed to the keyboard. I must use some scraper to get them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sec 3 camp was great! I learnt a lot and definitely overcomed a lot of things during this camp. How often in Singapore are you able to be surrounded by nature for 24 hours and get bitten by insects and get bothered by them all the time. There are insects everywhere over there. When I say everywhere, I mean everywhere. Giant ants and mosquitoes, all sorts of weird stuff I've never seen before and last of all, my favorite leeches! You feel no pain at all when they bite you, in fact they were like the most harmless creatures. Of course I freaked out so much that I wanted to get it off real quickly. HAHA! I shared a tent with Gracia, Yasmine and Joan. According to Joan and Gracia, I snore. I don't usually snore alright! Or maybe I do. I'm going to record myself sleeping one day. My class was given the name Apache and our instructors were William(actually weilin) and Jeremy. They were really fun people and William being the more sensitive one told us stories and stuff and tried making us feel comfortable with them. He made us learn to love and appreciate nature and made us look at the camp with a different view.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;Customs, squeezing of bags, et cetera. Reached the campsite, it was really like nature. Like 0 civilization, at least until we saw the centre. It had chalets. LOL. So I guess it wasn't all that nature like. But still, being in the middle of a nature reserve is good enough to cut reception on my phone. The place was infested with all sorts of creepy crawlies. Camp always means not very nice food. I guess that's just the whole package. After lunch, pitched tents. It was not the absolute zilt man-made way of pitching a tent, it was the cheater way. With the metal poles, same as it was in my P5 camp, but this time we had our own personal sand pit, different from the field I had pitched my tent at in P5 camp, grass is definitely softer. The sand was rock hard. Had ice breakers. Played black magic, the light shines, aunt mary died etc. I told them the plus, minus times divide thing, nobody could get it. So funny! I took like forever to get that one last time, I'm not very good at these games. Had nightwalk, it was fun. There were times I actually really had to depend solely on my sense of touch. Someone was dragging her feet throughout. It was so funny, but that happens when you're afraid of skipping a step and stuff like that. I still depended on my sense of sight quite a lot though. Eat carrots, carrots good, carrots help people see in the dark, carrots gooooooood! So we were the first to start and first to end, so after that we had some time preparing for our supposed skit for entertainment night. We had supper at the field while the rest were at the dining hall. Then it was time to wash up and sleep. Me, being paranoid, had sprayed the tent with insect repellent, so we had no insects in our tent. ULTRATHON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine. We woke up at 4+ and then went back to sleep, it was freezing cold and the stupid rain made my shoes wet. THANKS RAIN! I SALUTE YOU! YOU ARE THE CAUSE OF THE STINKINESS OF MY FEET! Anyways, this day was the day of water activities. No morning exercise, breakfast wasn't bad. Later we just sat around. We were transported to another campsite, where the water activities and jungle based activities would be held. My class started out with jungle survival. I did cooking and cooked fish. It started to rain but we continued. It got so cold that you know the fog which forms in cold countries when you speak actually did form there. Joan and I were breathing out hard through our mouths. Freezing and teeth chattering, I wanted to find warmth. My bag was already a goner, kept my phone in a ziplock bag, so it would not die. I found warmth when I went to cook my fish. Those people know how to start a good fire, I stood there, hands stretched out, it felt really good to be warm. After that, more people started crowding around the fire. I retreated to another smaller fire, but went back afterward. We were all soaked to the skin. After that we had to stop for awhile, ate the chicken we cooked, tasted good. Continued with jungle trekking. Oh my goodness, you would not believe how disgusted I was, then I just forgot about all that and just walked like all the nature was alright. Didn't care what would drop on my head or what would suck my blood or bite me any longer. I had to keep looking straight because I realized a lot of branches kept hitting me in the face. I had to catch them before they did. Crossing the river was fun, instead of using the bridge under the water I just walked, not much difference anyway. My foot was caught in two pieces of the wood in the bridge anyway, so I couldn't trust it already. I got bitten by a leech and there was one crawling up Joan's leg, flicked it away. HAHA! Leeches are kinda cute you know. The way they move and stuff. Crazy trekking was just plain madness, but it was surprisingly fun. River challenges next. We had lunch and then river challenge. Pulling yourself across the river with a rope is so fun. Everyone laughing at you while you're pulling yourself across makes yourself laugh. LOL! I was one of the first few to go, so I sort of messed up. I start splashing water and it went into my eyes and mouth, so I started spitting water and everyone laughed. It's acutally quite tiring, I used my right arm to pull and left arm to hold on, but very fun. I stepped on a line of red ants, wow. I was in their way, they crawled onto my shoe and my shoe changed colour, to red. That just shows how many of them were on my shoe. I freaked out after they bit me and I took my shoe off, everyone who already crossed the river asked me to throw my shoe into the river. Some guy who helped out at the river helped me take all the ants off. Went rafting instead of kayaking. It was fun, with all the spiders on the raft and in the water and them going onto my shoes also. What is with insects and my shoes. We had this challenge issued to us from the instructors, to go into the water and come up, my group tried first, we didn't know they hadn't started timing. Then later when it really started, my whole body was slippery. I went down and came up and went down again, and then I wrapped around the pipe. In the end I finally got up, after much struggling. LOL! I was laughing throughout. Then later I fell in again a couple of times. Damn funny. I fell and nearly went up, but saw my identity floating on the water, so I saved it and had a hard time coming back up. In the end, I lost it again when I fell in again. HAHAHA! How stupid. Went back, changed, had entertainment night and reflection and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;The shortest day. The trip was short anyway, we spent most of the time travelling. Packed, had breakfast. I had a lot of bread with nasi lemak. I love bread. Haha! Area cleaning. Played games on the slope, I nearly rolled down. Lol, thanks Joyce for stopping me. Then, took photos and back to Singapore, slept in the bus. The stop and yong ping was so disturbing because it was interrupting my sleep. I was really annoying, yeah, I was annoying. I couldn't stand the stink coming from my feet, I smelt like fish. My bag was horrible smelling and all that. I started talking a lot in the bus. I started talking a lot of nonsense. Joan was like going," how long more do I need to sit with this weirdo." LOL! I can get really irritating and hyper. Then finally back to Singapore, we had to carry our bags and all that just because of the stupid customs, how I want the new passport so much so I wouldn't need to queue. When back in school, prizes were given out and then I had dinner with Stella and cabbed home. Sorry I didn't wait with you Joan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was camp. I'm sure my class bonded a lot in this 3 days and 2 nights, it may seem short, but it goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;Over and out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-7527676227455106425?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7527676227455106425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=7527676227455106425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7527676227455106425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7527676227455106425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-my-gosh-is-cassandra-blogging-yeah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-1714286331015490266</id><published>2008-02-01T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:42:28.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/R6Lpg-VDnQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nv2Gx2RpDlE/s1600-h/image-upload-50-747025.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/R6Lpg-VDnQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nv2Gx2RpDlE/s320/image-upload-50-747025.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Guess who's this? Haha! Last match of south zone is over. Oh, ver. Getting lazy. Later! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-1714286331015490266?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/1714286331015490266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=1714286331015490266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1714286331015490266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1714286331015490266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2008/02/guess-whos-this-haha-last-match-of.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/R6Lpg-VDnQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nv2Gx2RpDlE/s72-c/image-upload-50-747025.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8632924625178560582</id><published>2008-01-19T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:24:00.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S THE WEEKEND! Well, the weeks have been passing pretty quickly actually, so have the weekends, but everyday has been long. Though the days are long, they are also filled with activities. It's been busy, busy, busy. The standard time I reach home at nowadays is around 8 maybe. Training and training and class. The south zones are here. We just got through the first match. Guess we were all nervous and stuff, most of us weren't playing like we actually could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we made a lot of mistakes, we still won Bishan Park Sec, 22-20. Let's do better on Monday yeah! I have this backache thing which affects what I can do a lot. I can't slouch, I have no choice but to sit straight if not I'd feel the pain, no sudden movements when I'm sitting down. Fiona banged right into me during the competition and her forehead hit my nose, the bridge of my nose. I thought I broke my nose or something. LOL. Kinda funny actually, but very painful. I continued playing after that. I got pissed and stuff. Everyone was telling me relax. After the nose thing, another collision. I got the ball, I was ready to pass, and what happened was, 4 people ran straight at me and banged me. Front, back, left, right. I don't know who banged me because it was so darn messy. Then after that I just stood there, waiting for everyone to move away from me and I threw the ball. Lol. After the match, cool down and stuff. Fiona played damn well. I think I sucked. Everyone else did okay, but we all have room for improvement, we weren't really what we are that day. 4 more to go! Nurul, TAKE CARE OF YOUR TOE! Hope it's alright now. Trim it yeah, put medication. You did good. :) Liyana, don't let what Mrs Ong or whosoever get to  you, you were nervous, you can play good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Zone continues, it's gonna get harder, and so we've got to be better too. Go B'div!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the zones, I've got bad news, Timmy's gone. He was given to the SPCA by my mum, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye, but I think it's better that I didn't. My mum told me after training last friday. I cried. Last time when we gave sunny away I cried too. Lol. I hope the SPCA doesn't put him to sleep. I hope he's in the care of a better owner. I hope he gets a better life. Timmy, these few years have been short but enjoyable, I miss you and will miss you. Stay cute like you always have been. Not like you have a choice, because this is your fixed size forever. Better stop before I start crying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been busy, school's been kinda fun, school's been complicated, school's been exciting, most of all, school's been tiring. Soon the weekends will end and the week will start and it just goes on till we die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8632924625178560582?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8632924625178560582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8632924625178560582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8632924625178560582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8632924625178560582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-weekend-well-weeks-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8605255780200296358</id><published>2008-01-05T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:28:26.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spending the Saturday at home is definitely good, especially when you're coughing and puking. This sickness sucks. Whatever is happening to me, I hope it cures soon. I mean, I'm eating my medicine and stuff. The sickness is just getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think the english comprehension practices are darn hard. I took around half an hour to finish one practice. It's crazy you know. A lot of words I understand, but don't know how to explain, then I'd just be sitting there staring and thinking hard. It's been quite long since I bothered using my brain this hard, and it actually makes doing homework fun. I think this sickness is making me go psycho also. I stink also though. Haven't bathed in a long long time. Really lazy to bathe. Even though I currently am starting to think doing homework is fun, I still kinda dread school. The homework is fun thing, may not apply for math. Maybe it's because today was such a boring day that I actually enjoyed having something to do. I feel so bored and it's like I have no mood for anything. Watching videos on youtube doesn't work, watching tv, movies and series also doesn't work, talking to my brother about nonsense doesn't work, I've got no appetite, I've got no books to read and I don't want to read Off Centre or To Kill A Mocking Bird (just take the gun and shoot the stupid bird), okok, I think I've ranted too much. I can't play any sport now thanks to the sickness. The weather was not good for a swim anyway. My house has run out of books for me to read and I think I'll finish watching all the dvds and vcds I have one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, according to Bjorn Lim, south zone is coming early this year. I'm nervous. I want to recover so that I can go for trainings and train properly. All of us, though little, are part of this team. We've got to work hard together, sacrifice a little for this month. Maybe you guys want to reconsider Mrs Ong's training everyday thing? I mean, we're not like other schools who have a coach and have trained hard and really hard all year last year. Our stamina's not at it's top, how to play without stamina, neither are we improving in our defence and attacking. We've got to use speed, and when we use speed, we need stamina and to play well, we need to be good at the game and have good ball handling and sense. South zone is tough with all those schools, you all know, we've seen our seniors cry after matches, we've seen them put up a tough fight. I just don't want us to feel like we've let people down and lose without a fight. I hope when someone has an idea, you guys won't tear the person down for initiating it, but go through it together as a team. A team does not walk out on it's teammates, no matter how hard the situation. Let's give a 110%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, just needed to say everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8605255780200296358?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8605255780200296358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8605255780200296358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8605255780200296358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8605255780200296358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2008/01/spending-saturday-at-home-is-definitely.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-5800019152070033975</id><published>2008-01-04T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:12:58.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY THE WEEKEND! I feel relieved. Never have I ever wished the weekend would come sooner, till now. It's been a terrible week, but I'm trying to see postive things while I can, if not I'll be making my own life miserable. I can finally rest. Darn, I got homework, but I still need to rest. I've been sick since school started, really bad cough and stuff, now there's something wrong everywhere. Is someone trying to tear me apart or something? Emotionally, physically and mentally? Don't really care anymore though. I'm like coughing and coughing till I vomit. Doesn't feel good. Especially when I've got no food in my stomach and I still feel like vomitting and nothing comes out. I wonder if the medicine really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, my brother and I are both in truth. I mean, he's in 5 truth, in primary school. I'm in 3 truth. We got the same maths results twice in a row and now this. Are you copying me? Lol. No doubt my brother can be irritating and difficult to handle at times, but he's actually one of the people I'm closest to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the Amath test today. No full confidence and guarrantee of whether I'd make it into the class. If I have to continue to take POA, it'll be good, if I can take Amath, it will also be good. Not like POA's a bad subject. I just want wider choices and I'm not going to just narrow down on accounting and business. Ok, starting to think too far. I'm still zoning out in classes or whenever, but I just don't get what I'm thinking about. I always forget when I awaken from my sleeping with my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:45%;"&gt;I can't wait to get out of this school, school's such a dread now. I hate how it is. I used to enjoy coming to school and looked forward to it, till this year. I hate how the truth hurts, I hate how I'm taking the truth so badly when I knew it'd be coming. I hate how people seem to stick to you like super glue, it gets annoying sometimes you know. Really annoying. I'm just trying to study man. That's my duty as a student. Then after I study, I work, then after I work, I retire and then I die. Life, you are born, you work like mad, you live, you die. I do have good friends and close friends. I have lost, I think, 2 close friends. It just feels awkward now. So sick of all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-5800019152070033975?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/5800019152070033975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=5800019152070033975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5800019152070033975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5800019152070033975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-weekend-i-feel-relieved.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8325370501295027809</id><published>2008-01-03T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:38:59.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this might be a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I promised a post for the outing with Nurul and Huaiying. The day was really fun. I was the earliest, because I had dental appointment before that. That's to that I had difficulty eating lunch. So we went to cityhall, peninsula, far east, bugis. Whoo! I thought my legs would die or something. I got 2 skinnies and Nurul got suspenders and brown skinnies. One of the shops we went to were like forcing me to get the skinnies. I thought they wouldn't let us out if I didn't pay or something. That's not the way to do business man. But what the heck, the skinnies are alright. Better not get buyer regrets. Haha.  Bugis is kinda nice at night, but really crowded. And I really hate the smell of smoke, but I just put that all aside to enjoy. Why make little things affect something that can be nice? We did what we all like doing, laming and crapping. Loads of crapping. Great de-stressing. Do this again some other time. Stay out till late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball bbq, very few people went, but it was fun still! Though I had to carrying 3 kg of chicken a long long long way. Seriously long. We walked for like 1 hour+. I felt the pain and the burn man. It was cool though. Eunice was like," No freedom, got bbq also need to train." HAHAHA! Lame ass. But it really felt like training. In the end we went to the wrong pit. Then we played happy family. Lol! So many people kept winning together. We all did different actions. It started to drizzle, then it started to pour hard. Seeked shelter at a toilet. Anyways, people bbqed at the toilet. I told them we could do that. See, people did it. Haha! Unhygienic. We spent time playing with the shower and all that. Then we tried stuffing most of the things into our bags so there'd be less stuff to carry. So the walking started again when the rain subsided. We actually wanted to go to the nearest bus stop to go to our original pit. We didn't want to walk all over again. In the end we found a shelter. Then we decided to start the fire. Burn fire burn! And then the fire dies. Stupid cheapos. It's just a darn lighter, and it wasn't working well somemore. Liyana finally started a stable fire. Whoo! So we tried to set more fires, no use though. Nevermind, getting my hands all black was fun. So we barbequed most of the stuff and ate all the cooked stuff, the cookies were nice! Hahaha! Thanks Nurul and Nurul. That was like the main thing we ate for the whole day. Then the chicken was barbequed. Every thing was good. Sausages with honey is nice. Nurul and Eunice tried first. Anyways, I missed the last bus home. Thanks Nurul's Dad and Huaiying's Dad for fetching us from the places. Lol. Took cab home from Bishan. Sorry Mama and Papa for making both of you stay up. Actually Papa always sleeps late, but sorry to both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year! I ate brazillian barbeque meat. They kept sending meat, over and over and over and over and over. It's meat madness. The meat was on the skewer and it's actually pretty fun getting the food. Haha. I think the beef should be done more rare. Too well done, but still nice! Rio brazillian food. And my dad's favourite line ever," You can come here with your friends." Anyways, I started the year wrong. Oh well, mistakes, mistakes. But there's a whole 362 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep on new year's day night. I was worrying about school. So I kept waking up at night. I was lying awake when my alarm rang. Then I was like," today, today is the first day of school, in a new class." Ok, I was nervous. I guess it's ok now. Adjusting. The class is adjusting to each other. Lol. Now I'm the physics rep. I don't even know what colour file I'm supposed to get for the whole class. Great. So much for zoning out in class. Kept doing that today, maybe it's because I'm sick. Pure lit is fun. Can't wait for Nurul, Eunice, Jixin and Liyana to join the class. It'll be more fun. Mrs Chan wants us to be noisy anyway. Lol. Physics teacher is pretty cool too. She's nice, didn't get her name because I was late, so I call her CPC. Right. I have just one new year resolution. To do better. Just that vague, but very precise at the same time. Well, I'm taking time to adjust, a lot of things have changed this year. A lot. A lot I wish didn't change, and there'll be more changes, but that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;It's for your own good, but I wish it wouldn't end this soon. Honestly. But I guess I can't control you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8325370501295027809?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8325370501295027809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8325370501295027809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8325370501295027809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8325370501295027809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-this-might-be-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-3626229624966646711</id><published>2007-12-22T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T01:38:07.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outing yesterday was good. I'll blog about that later in the morning so that I don't have to mix 2 posts together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life officially sucks. :D . I can't eat properly, a lot of things that I actually care about are going wrong, I can't seem to solve these things but make them worse. Then there are the other problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all people, you should know what is happening to me is seriously something that I don't want. It's not exactly my choice this is happening. It's like metal and a magnet. I'm also the hand that's trying to pull the magnet away, yet I'm also the metal which the magnet keeps sticking to. No matter how I try to get it off, I can't. When I do, somehow, the magnet just sticks back, after time. It's irritating, but I really have very little say in this, almost no say, even though it's my life. Maybe you would like trying out being in this situation. Some people are going through it or have gone through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think time's not healing anything for me. I think nothing's healing at all. In fact, it's getting worse. Whatever. Some peope who are all," I'm always here for you." are no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;I have found no way of venting, because I just can't vent anymore. I have nightmares, when I wake up, another nightmare continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of clams being able to talk and go shopping and all that last night. I know this makes no sense. I wonder why clams too. Oh! I watched a cooking show on clams. And then, the clams weren't just clams, I was a clam and some other people were clams too. All the human beings became clams. Does this make any sense at all? Stupid brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep. I'm hungry, but I can't eat. Thanks huh, braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on: all or nothing rocks! THANKS JOEY! Hahaha! It's funny. I feel like re-watching it. Maybe I'll spend today watching movies. I feel like watching dude where's my car and dumb and dumber and all those stupid movies. Jim Carrey rocks as a comedian. Damn funny, makes me laugh my ass off. He should act more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-3626229624966646711?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/3626229624966646711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=3626229624966646711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3626229624966646711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3626229624966646711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/12/outing-yesterday-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-6838565301488929262</id><published>2007-12-21T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:08:27.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today, my frequent visits to my toilet saved the toilet. It was gonna flood or something. LOL! The pipe burst, everyone just ignored the sound. Then I saw water flying everywhere when I went to the toilet. My library book's all wet, plus, it's due. Hahahahaha. I'm so dead. Note to self: "put books back to where they belong, keeping books in the toilet is not advisable." Books are not supposed to be emitting drops of water. It's still wet now. I watched my bro play his stupid game for the whole day. It's pretty funny. I make fun of the people, he laughs. Sometimes I get so annoying he scolds me, sometimes he gets too annoying because he starts singing and stuff and he scolds me. Anyways, he gets to use the comp more now. That's why I'm usually not online and stuff in the afternoon, or I'd be away. Don't type anything because my brother's game lags the whole comp, makes it hang and we have to restart the whole bloody comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything seems to be going wrong. Argh! It's really painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really wish that I could leave this place. Start off somewhere else. Maybe after Os I shall leave this place. I don't think the government here likes people talking like this on blogs, but I seriously don't care. I think life's been full of stress and is still full of stress. I really need to de-stress. I seriously seldom blog such stuff here nowadays, since I don't find this blog very private. I seriously, honestly, need comfort and a pat on the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm trying to put up a strong front, but I don't know how much longer this can hold. I feel horrible. I'm falling apart, I can't stand anymore of this. What kind of drama is this? Can I just wake up from this nightmare now? It's really horrible, knowing that actually behind, everything's not alright. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe it'll be good for everyone if I leave anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-6838565301488929262?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6838565301488929262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=6838565301488929262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6838565301488929262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6838565301488929262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-today-my-frequent-visits-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-6620237037812674838</id><published>2007-12-19T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:46:18.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very tired, I really need sleep and I'm really happy, pissed, sad and worried at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I lack of sleep because I think in this week, last night was the first night I had a full 8 hours of sleep. The previous two nights I had 1 hour and 2 hours of sleep respectively. I'm sick now. Coughing, sneezing, running nose and best of all fever. Breathing difficulty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy? Of course I am. My mum just told me that I can take pure lit, but I've got to take SS/geog. It's not that bad I guess. Although my geog sucks to the core. I barely pass geog all the time. Like merely pass. Yay! Thank God I haven't bought all those art materials and that pure lit still had space. In other words, I have to read more. AH! Nevermind. As much as I don't like reading, I also have no patience to draw, paint etc. I like reading, I mean, if lit is about harry potter, they can go test me from book 1-7. I'd much rather have that than read whatever stupid book they force us to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn tired already. Think I'm gonna sleep soon. I just watched 'Just My Luck' on some website. It's not bad actually. Can't remember whether I've watched it before, my brother claims I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the team will work together as a team. I mean we just have to sacrifice one month. We wanted south zone, now that we can go for it, let's really train hard for it and do our best yeah. We may never be able to play in the south zone again. It's B div' this time. No more C div'. It's gonna be a whole load tougher. We're all new at this. Let's just be as prepared as possible for whatever is to come. We can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till some other time I bother blogging again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-6620237037812674838?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6620237037812674838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=6620237037812674838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6620237037812674838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6620237037812674838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-very-tired-i-really-need-sleep-and.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-2134494742549955873</id><published>2007-12-17T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:58:46.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really ridiculous, but that's me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I realised just yesterday that my bro and I have the same mattresses. My dad flipped my mattress over and guess what, I had my old mattress back. I was sleeping on the wrong side of the mattress all along. I had difficulty sleeping last night because it was too comfortable. Way too comfortable. The bed wasn't rock hard like it was and all that. But I like my matress, it's really comfortable. Then I tossed and turned till 3 a.m or more. I turned so much my calf and feet muscle pulled. It's damn stupid ok. It was painful yet ticklish at the same time. So I just lay there feeling painful and ticklish. Saying ouch and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I decided to have a bubble bath. So I squirt a whole load of soap into the tub. After 5 mins, the tub was 3/4 filled with bubbles and 1/4 filled with water. Lol. Then I just realised I've not eaten lunch or dinner. I forgot to eat. Damn, my dad will scold me if I eat at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow. Hope all goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-2134494742549955873?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2134494742549955873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=2134494742549955873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2134494742549955873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2134494742549955873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-really-ridiculous-but-thats-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-628425409203006175</id><published>2007-12-17T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:52:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the search starts again. When can we be settled? I don't want to stay in our fixed home for such a short while, let's say 2 years later, I'll be 16. Then move, then I'll hit adulthood at 21.  Rahhhh! It doesn't pay to be the oldest. Anyways, I might not even live in the house, I might just migrate and study elsewhere. But, I don't really wish to stay with Brian or Kelly and Emma. I'm like talking to myself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this week is kinda slacky. I need rest anyway. I'm falling sick or maybe I am sick already. Feeling thirsty all the time and always feeling feverish. Now my parents say that I am drinking too much milk. They say don't drink too much if not my bones will grow splints or something. I drink an acceptable amount of 2 glasses a day ok. Then they say that's the cause of my joints working poorly. I don't know. Anything, all in all I'll die one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;Please don't start again. I can't have anymore of this. I mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-628425409203006175?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/628425409203006175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=628425409203006175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/628425409203006175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/628425409203006175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-search-starts-again.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-6716086960660546732</id><published>2007-12-15T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:04:45.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all you human beings out there.&lt;br /&gt;Primary school outing was, erm, yeah. Attendance was what should I say, hmm.. poor. Shall not elaborate. Thanks May! It's been like years and years since we last seen each other. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's training was somehow extra tiring. I don't know why. Owner's BACK!!! YAY! But yesterday was not really that hyper. Then after training, slacking at mac again. Talking at mac is fun. Anyways, decided to go to east coast. That was like really nonsensical, because we went there to check the chalet stuff. Nurul always has magazines. Hahaha! Reached, walked and walked. Then asked about the pricing, availabilty, etc. Their sofas are comfortable. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;Twists in the air separated by a large gap. LOL!!! The most manly poses ever. Then slow-mo at the red carpet. Red carpet mode. HAHAHAHA! And the best picture ever. Anyways, we settled on camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how life can become pretty horrible sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-6716086960660546732?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6716086960660546732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=6716086960660546732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6716086960660546732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6716086960660546732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-all-you-human-beings-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-1475475924441778239</id><published>2007-12-11T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:33:43.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so dead beat!&lt;br /&gt;Training started again yesterday. I was really sucky, I mean, I seriously suck as GA, either that or Fiona's just better. She seems to be a better GD too. Yesterday when I changed back to GD, I kept forgetting I was GD and kept running forward first. Then by the time I realise I'm playing defense, it's too late. Training tomorrow again. We're training for south zone! Let's work hard yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, ice-skating. Shipee, okok, Shingpheng asked me to go. She needed 2 more people. So I went and skated. It's been years ok. Seriously. It's fun, to actually not skate alone, because all the times I ever skated, I skated alone. Michelle can skate not bad huh. Lol. I fell in slow motion. I didn't let myself fall, so I was there forcing myself not to fall for about 1 to 3 mins and then I gave up and decided to fall. My whole back was wet because I laid down flat on the ice which by then already melted a lot. I just realised just now after bathing that I have 2 bruises, one on the left knee and one one the right. The fall didn't hurt though. I guess I was feeling more cold than pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my legs are aching and tired. But that's all that's aching, the rest of my body is fine. Maybe except for my eyes, I need sleep. Maybe I should walk on my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-1475475924441778239?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/1475475924441778239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=1475475924441778239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1475475924441778239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1475475924441778239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-so-dead-beat-training-started.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-1328106839199737485</id><published>2007-12-04T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:54:56.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One little booklet after another.&lt;br /&gt;I finally can get enough sleep! I'm still gonna get a nap later or something. Still bored and still rotting at home on the couch in front of the teevee, ok, now i'm in front of the computer. Doesn't make much of a difference except that I have to move my fingers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught my brother Science just now, so I guess that's one interesting thing I did. Stupid brother can't seem to get focused on what he should be doing, when he's playing games he's all eyes and ears and heart, I bet all of him is in the game. Wake up please. If you don't live the life you're really living properly, what's the use of having a perfect cyber life? It's not even real. This is the world you're living in. It may not be very perfect, but it can be really nice too. That's what ups and downs are for, downs are what make us appreciate and enjoy the ups, without downs there would be no ups, no happy times, no nice times, no enjoyment. It would be dull to have a perfect life all the time. Like how you want to slack when you're so busy, and when you have nothing to do you wish you could have have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Now I'm just watching my dog look down from the balcony. He likes doing that even though he's afraid of heights, he likes to see what's going around him even if it's black and white to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like watching cooking shows on travel and living but then I'll be feeling hungry and wishing I had something to eat after that. Maybe I should try to cook. It'll be the end of my kitchen and house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-1328106839199737485?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/1328106839199737485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=1328106839199737485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1328106839199737485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1328106839199737485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-little-booklet-after-another.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-4813028025261555841</id><published>2007-12-03T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:07:16.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings to all people who bother reading. *seperates index finger and middle finger from ring finger and pinky* It's been real long since I actually updated properly. So far, my holidays have been up and down. Fun, boring, fun, boring, interesting, nice, great, and kinda gross maybe? But hey, gross stuff are all around you ok, look at all the germs on you now, wait, you can't see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, class chalet was a blast. Full of chalet kinda drama, it was good though. Being cooked by the sun, getting all wet. THE SAND THERAPY! The bonding, the walking, the squeezing, the jumping into the pool( I love doing that, cannonball! Till I got toe cramp and leg cramp. Darn. Thanks to all who helped and cared), the freaking salty water of the sea( you don't want to try choking on it. That just sucks), the movies, the crapping, the snacking, the going to vivo and coming back, the sunset, okok, well, everything! Way too lazy to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streaming results day. I was not so surprised by my combination because I scored better for stupid Literature as compared to History. I didn't even need to read the books during Sec 1 and 2. I thought I screwed Lit up because I didn't read any of the books. But I didn't study for History also, lol. Then, we went to school and met up and stuff. Nurul and I re-watched The Game Plan, it's a great movie. Sorry Nadira, really sorry the gathering thing didn't really work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netops competition! I got a post on that, so yeah. Haha, it was great! :D But, time to train hard! If we want to get through the south zone, we've got to prepare real well for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie marathon. It was great, fun. NC16 movies. Screaming, laughing, munching on snacks, crapping, people who ran away from my tiny harmless dog. Afraid of my dog, who is afraid of cats and heights. STUPID HUEO GOT LOST! AHAHAHAHA! Ok, this is no joke because I had to go fetch her. Nurul, Eunice, Huaiying, Shingpheng and Michellewong, hope you guys enjoyed the movies! Serial killer movies freak me out more than horror. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I've been wasting my day eating junk food in front of the teevee. I ate grapes too ok! But it's really tiring with the seeds and all so I gave up. It's kinda nice being able to slack like this too sometimes. I've also been watching stupid videos on youtube. I think I may have to wear specs soon if I go on like this. Noooooo! Ok, that's all said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell people. Still here? I SAID BYE!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bubye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-4813028025261555841?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/4813028025261555841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=4813028025261555841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/4813028025261555841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/4813028025261555841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/12/greetings-to-all-people-who-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-946228539790396427</id><published>2007-11-26T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:36:46.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/R0pvJydcmzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yEYwOKS71K4/s1600-h/image-upload-227-754859.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/R0pvJydcmzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yEYwOKS71K4/s320/image-upload-227-754859.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post was edited.&lt;br /&gt;Silver matches our jersey!:D. Well,that morning,i couldn't eat.man,braces are troublesome.anyways,went to school and i was damn early.i reached j8 at 6.30.the bus took like 15mins to go from bukit timah to bishan.first time.lol.bought h2o.strolled to school and i turned back like halfway because i could feel someone behind.then i saw gwen,like far far away.then we walked to school together.the best thing was the school was not open yet.LOL!so we went to the primary school.it was open.so we were the only humans in the school.so i decided to scream a lot.it's seldom that no one's in the school ok.the vending machine had no h2o.see,i bought from 7 11.lucky!should have bought more.eunice came and she thought gwen and i climbed in.lol!stupid C.D.aisyah came!i was pretty shocked actually,but i felt happy and honoured that our ex-captain came to support us and help us.esther and wanjun came too.so everyone reached by the time it was 7.30.to kallang!the bus driver got lost.lol!then all of us were like,"where are we going?".reached the netball centre in the end.we were kinda early.did warm up,ball handling etc.first match at 9.i felt like peeing.same as all the previous competitions.-.-.but we had to go on court already.7 round robin matches and one finals.tanjong katong girls' school,jurongwest ss,bowen ss,bedok north ss,fairfield methodist ss,rivervalley ss,kranji ss, and we went against tkgs again for the finals.Oh,one bloody GA whacked my hand and the stupid blind umpire thinks i did repossession.then i was like,"CONTACT NOT REPOSSESSION."then the umpire just stared at me and said repossession again.someone whacked me in the eye also.can't remember who,not like i could see the person.idiot.and it all happened in one match.that bloody school got me so pissed i made the GA run extra.we were all so emo after the last round robin match because we thought our chances of making it to the top 3 were impossible.plus we lost by 1 point and it was so wasted.i was holding the last ball and everyone was screaming don't waste time.then when i was going to throw the ball,the siren went off.we even folded the bibs.then gwen and i went to check the board after getting our drinks and we thought we got 3rd coz that person was blocking.then when she moved away,we looked again and we got 2nd!which means we made it to the finals!hoo!everyone didn't believe gwen and i.then suddenly there was like a lot of screaming from the score board.lol!then there were group hugs everywhere.lol.gwen and i felt super gassy coz i drank one cup of mountain dew and she drank one cup of pepsi.the last match.aisyah asked us to put on our bibs again.the last match,though we wanted to put in our all but we were all really nervous.well,silver's good right?next time another colour and we'll have the whole set :).prize presentation.went back to school.OH YEAH!i held my pee in till i reached home.ms tan treated us to swenson's!and nurul,iqa and eunice took so long at the toilet that i took my time to enjoy every flavour of the earthquake.lol!and mrs ong treated us to kfc!thanks to both!and thanks aisyah for waking up real early to join us.you helped us a lot in the matches.and thanks to all who wished us lucks!thanks cindy and renuka!we've got great seniors.:).ms chng agreed to south zone!let's work hard team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-946228539790396427?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/946228539790396427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=946228539790396427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/946228539790396427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/946228539790396427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/11/silver-matches-over-jerseyd.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/R0pvJydcmzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yEYwOKS71K4/s72-c/image-upload-227-754859.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-1773264243162588678</id><published>2007-10-28T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:34:24.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RyQ7gDrouWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/a3ctAqFkIO8/s1600-h/image-upload-59-763045.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RyQ7gDrouWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/a3ctAqFkIO8/s320/image-upload-59-763045.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well,actually i had a proper post,just that it's halfway.i wanted to post,yet,while i did i just started to cry again,so i stopped blogging and didn't feel like blogging again because i didn't want to cry again.but the memories that we all had as 2 faith still keep flashing in my mind.i guess i just can't help it but to let the thoughts come to my head.to all those people who still feel sad,look forward to wednesday ok?i don't feel like sleeping during chalet because it feels like wasting time that we can use to spend more fun time with each other.2 faith will remain as a living memory always in my heart.i hope we'll still have gatherings in the future,it's going to be different,but it's still 2 faith and the 2 faith spirit will still be there!2 faith rocks all kinds of socks,all kinds of stones,all kinds of pebbles and all kinds of sand and all kinds of soil.2 faith rocks!all of you will be missed and treasured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-1773264243162588678?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/1773264243162588678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=1773264243162588678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1773264243162588678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1773264243162588678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/10/wellactually-i-had-proper-postjust-that.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RyQ7gDrouWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/a3ctAqFkIO8/s72-c/image-upload-59-763045.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-24476787547821827</id><published>2007-10-25T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T18:08:44.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am blogging. Yes,i am. I screwed my everything upside down. Failed maths because of all the other crap I failed last time. I guess I totally chose the most perfect year to slack. Well, no more pure science or amath. Say byebye,*waves arm*. Well cass, too bad. I guess Comb Science along with poa and other stuff I've not really settled on are not so bad. I've not told my grandmother, if I do, I will be hearing impaired and also a little traumatized. Sorry grandma, I know what you expected of me and I know I've let you down again. First PSLE, now streaming. Anyways, After exams we've been spending our time on stupid stuff like sexuality education, stoning, fieldtrip, etc etc. I never cried when I got back my test papers which showed how horribly I did, but I cried real badly yesterday when we got back our report books. Darn, not only did I let others down, I realised that I let myself down. But that's over and done with already, all I can do is focus on now and the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be one emo day. I think I'm going to cry, again. It's the last day as 2 Faith. The last day we'll be doing stuff together as a whole class. Oh well, take more photos! I'm scared of moving on, yet I look forward to next year. Right. My mind's a place which has a lot of contradictions. BUT WHO CARES! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:45%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry grandma, i promised you and you promised me too. i promised you that i'll get through university,and you promised me that you will live to see me graduate and i will. i'm tired of letting people down over and over again.i know this is a quote from high school musical 2, but, i liked the idea of having control over my future,till it actually happened. it's true.grandma,you said get a scholarship,i'll try my very best to,but i can't make any promises. and to another person,we'll be in different classes next year,but i know that we're going strong and no matter where we go,no matter how far,how wide,whiny still.no matter what.you won't be forgotten.=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-24476787547821827?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/24476787547821827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=24476787547821827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/24476787547821827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/24476787547821827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-5071019790918462802</id><published>2007-09-26T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:27:21.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I'm full of maths in my head, my file is lost, yes, that file with all my homework, I shall blog. Lol. What a time to blog. The time when my head is supposed to be deep inside some book or when I'm supposed to be overloading my brain and squeezing as much information as possible into my tiny little mind. But no, I decide (not that I decided to but laziness has been one of my worst habits ever) that I should try not squeeze too much into my head because I don't know if I can make it on. My maths went down again, failed the recent class test by 1 mark because I freaking couldn't finish the graph. I'm such an idiot for labelling it all wrong and then realizing it at the last few mins, erasing everything only to hear "put down your pens" after drawing in the y and x axis. The science MCQ test was alright. Lol. Was kind of glad I got 21/30. Thought I'd get lower, didn't study. It's like border line marks. Is it too late to catch up now? Especially with stupid art adding more pressure as the deadline grows closer and I've only done what, research? Sorry Mr Lau. Anyways, in all, I've become a zombie, I'm running, but my mind is dead. Lacking sleep, not getting work done on time, procrastinating because of lack of sleep and always feeling very lethargic and the worst thing is I'm always in a foul mood now. Can't wait to catch up on sleep. That's all for now, lazy to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;the last lap of the year. push through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-5071019790918462802?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/5071019790918462802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=5071019790918462802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5071019790918462802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5071019790918462802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/09/since-im-full-of-maths-in-my-head-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-2512011399283076351</id><published>2007-09-03T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:16:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RtvQ6h7JQzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o4VzeuqGbS4/s1600-h/image-upload-58-786545.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RtvQ6h7JQzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o4VzeuqGbS4/s320/image-upload-58-786545.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Timmy was like shivering madly,so i wrapped a towel around him.i know you guys can't really see him coz he's black.i'm gonna miss him..my parents are giving him away.this is not the first time they're giving away a dog.i already feel bad because of sunny,my previous dog..he passed away because the new owner let him run astray and he was hit by a car.i regret not spending enough time with timmy and i'm gonna really take care of him these few days,before someone adopts him.i'm gonna miss you timmy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-2512011399283076351?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2512011399283076351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=2512011399283076351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2512011399283076351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2512011399283076351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/09/timmy-was-like-shivering-madlyso-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RtvQ6h7JQzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o4VzeuqGbS4/s72-c/image-upload-58-786545.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-2089225185911119323</id><published>2007-08-28T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:58:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I've got some time in my hands, I shall blog. Don't worry Owner! I'm still containing the excitement!:D. I'm so tired now. Not enough sleep and climbed 20 floors, kind of cool. Luckily I went this year, no more next year. Jeevan can run damn fast ok. I forgot to use the inhaler before I went for the run, then, around the 10th floor there, got super out of breath. I forgot to breathe. Lol. Anyways, thanks Shingpheng for cooking the curry rice! And teachers who played captain's ball, we are a netball team with no coach man. I'm sure PE teachers are taught how to play right, if not how would they be able to team the modularAnyways, you guys didn't want to continue playing!:P. Haha, but great job teachers! Thanks for playing with us, good game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My common test results are...yeah, don't want to talk about it. But! I passed math! But I failed science. It's like exchanging the postions. Damn. Science is my favourite subject and this is like the first time I failed it. The rest of my results are below average. So what if I improve on one and do badly in the rest. I better even it all out. Anyways, I have a hypo-sensitive rash. Is that how you spell it? Ok. Anyways, thanks doctor koh for being our family doctor! Ok, better do tuition homework, if not I'll be dead again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-2089225185911119323?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2089225185911119323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=2089225185911119323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2089225185911119323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2089225185911119323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/08/since-ive-got-some-time-in-my-hands-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-5846010466632475601</id><published>2007-08-15T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:30:51.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/471540/image-upload-92-750252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/982239/image-upload-92-750252.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yeah,i'm bored.but anyways,common tests are over and it's just the beginning of my worries?yep,i think i'm going to have loads and loads of regrets having the damn-should-have-studied thinking.what's the use of regretting?science is already going to be something i won't dare to look at.not a single bit.i'm afraid i might cry again because of results.i still remember the time i got 36 1/2 over 50 or something for english compo in pri sch.i cried because i got the lowest and i wasn't expecting such results from myself.at that time,failing was not an option at all,or should not even be spoken about.now i'm failing so many exams in streaming year.urgh.chinese is hopeless too.maths was stupid.i forgot those stuff we learnt at the start of the year.geog?browsing.history?worse than browsing.lit?didn't even read.maybe once?we're getting our results back!can i like burn my papers?guess not..oh well,just needed to let this crap out somewhere.tuition's not so bad i guess.being in the same class as 4 other sec 4 students amuse me.they are lame and funny.haha.but everyone treats me like some small kid.well,good night all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-5846010466632475601?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/5846010466632475601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=5846010466632475601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5846010466632475601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5846010466632475601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeahim-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-6958583183294619250</id><published>2007-08-06T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:02:51.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/938425/image-upload-248-770824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/453830/image-upload-248-770824.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Honestly speaking,to person A,i think you should know who you are.i hope you don't just listen to what one person says and change your whole outlook on everything and just notice some things we do.it's going to harm you to create whatever chaos that may not need to be created.you are a close friend of mine and you know that,so i really hope this friendship won't just end because of something we could have settled but did not settle.i hope this matter does not become worse.we'd better solve it fast with lesser misunderstandings,because once it goes too far,it might just be to difficult to unwind the problems one by one.if you know me,you'd know i'm a person who doesn't really put in my all for studies.thanks for reminding me once again that it's streaming and not some ordinary exam i can fail and die at.a lot of people have been reminding me,but it just can't get to my head.whether you are better or i'm better doesn't matter,let's just go ask one like we once did.if we could then,i dun see why we can't now.i believe we can and will.as for person B,do some soul searching and make sure you take account of everyone's feelings before you start pulling people everywhere. Good night world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-6958583183294619250?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6958583183294619250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=6958583183294619250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6958583183294619250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6958583183294619250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/08/upside-down.html' title='Upside down'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-670140811354811122</id><published>2007-08-06T08:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:49:33.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/150187/image-upload-195-772415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/766613/image-upload-195-772415.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Michelle took this. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-670140811354811122?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/670140811354811122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=670140811354811122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/670140811354811122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/670140811354811122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/08/me.html' title='Me!'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8440158436842888551</id><published>2007-08-04T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:43:14.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey world, life's been kinda on the down low for me. Been down in the dumps lately. I've been thinking a lot, especially when I'm alone listening to songs. It makes me think and when I start, I get carried away. Then, my colourful imagination just doesn't help at all. Thinking about such things makes me wonder how did such thoughts get into my head. Well, I must learn to control my thoughts and not let them overcome me.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lan has left for Australia according to Mr Lai. I feel so sad. The netballers have really bonded with her and Ms Tan does not really seem to try to bond with us. Ms Tan isn't exactly the best science teacher ever. I nearly fell asleep during her lesson, or maybe I did with my eyes open. I still owe Ms Lan her towel.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, no more 24 hour street netball too. Well, there's like a day one after common test, but I want 24 hour. Sounds fun. Haha. Anyways, maybe the 30+ hour one might come back again next year?:D. I got to chat with another Mak. Mitchell Mak, the IT person in our school. He's going to teach us the IT thingy and I'm supposedly going to get killed on the first lesson? So, the similarity between Maks are that we're lame. =.=.&lt;br /&gt;National Day national day. I guess I should wear red and white? I mean, it's going to match my brace. Haha. Going out later, I think. No reply yet. Bringing Titi out to exercise later. Hope it doesn't rain. I want to play basketball. Haha. Exercise can get my mind off some things, because, even when I sleep, I still dream. Haven't been getting much deep sleep lately and I've been suddenly awakening in the middle of the night for nothing, then when I go back to sleep, after like just a little while, my alarm rings and it's 5 a.m already. I've been sleeping at like 12 a.m + these few days, maybe that's what affecting me. Till later.&lt;br /&gt;PS:Does anyone have shut up and drive-Rihanna, girlfriend remix-Avril Lavigne and stranger-Hilary Duff? Please send me! thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:40%;"&gt;I'm addicted to you. 1 second without you is already hard. You shouldn't be angry at yourself because, honestly, it was never your fault. It's a misunderstanding. So don't just blame yourself alright? I am at fault too. Not contacting you for one weekend, sounds easy doesn't it. 48 hours, 2 days, just 2 days, 2 days seem to be years to me. Trust me, life without you, it's hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8440158436842888551?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8440158436842888551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8440158436842888551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8440158436842888551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8440158436842888551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-world-lifes-been-kinda-on-down-low.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-7042839721735239313</id><published>2007-08-02T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:45:34.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyheyhey. This week has been quite alright, yet tiring. There are times of work and play. Haha. Michellewong missed like 1 1/2 days of school. Things were kind of different without you. Since you've not really fully recover yet, get enough rest and take your medication on time ok, drink more water, don't be like me forever dehydrated. PE on Monday was fun, but I hope we'll use the secondary school court next time. Sadly, I can't touch the primary school hoop still.D: Must jump higher. Lol. Anyways, netball has been kind of slack. I've tried GA once again after sososo long. I kind of suck at it now, but hey, it takes practice ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to Shingpheng's house to see her little itsy bitsy teeny weeny hamsters. OMG! Adorable, cute tiny little things. Not like I can hug them, I don't want to squash them, and I don't exactly feel safe hugging them after the 'presents' they gave me. One of them peepeed on me once and both of them kept pooping on me. YES. I bet I reaked of hamster smell after that. They climbed all over me. Haha, but they are really nice to play with and my mum does not allow me to keep hamsters as she says that they stink and I don't think I'm responsible enough to keep one. Michelle conquered her fear of hamsters. Haha. Yay. Feels good doesn't it? Conquering a fear. Honestly, I've never touched hamsters either except for Chingmay's? I don't know, but so many of you all kept hamsters that I can't remember whose. I have a phobia of them biting me. But since these 2 are so young, I guessed they won't bite, so I wasn't afraid. There was this giant spider in between 2 trees. I hate spiders. H-A-T-E. Shingpheng's cousin reminds me of when I was young. I used to not fear spiders. In fact I caught them with my hands. It's scary how I've changed. Haha. Anyways, Shingpheng's cousin used a giant dried leaf and a stick to go destroy the web. Lol. Then some other guy from the park killed it. Shingpheng hit it down. Lol. The spider was like black on one side of it's body and yellow on the under side. Oh..sadly there's no pic of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite an ordinary day. Nono, wait. It's not. This is like the first time I went for a 'morning jog'. It's actually pretty refreshing and it got me awake. Anyways, Michelle woke up late and the bus already went past her stop, so I got down like 3 stops after her stop and ran back. Haha, I thought I woul dbe out of breath halfway or something, but I didn't stop till I reached the stop. Haha! Can next year's PFT be early in the morning? :D. Next week's National Day celebrations are on the same day as the start of the 24 hour netball. Somehow, I can't wait. It's like camping, without a big giant bag and a dorm or tent and without sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picpics!shut up please cass.before that,meet hugs and kisses!or..naughty and sleepy.chip and dale? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094103782783011362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RrHkZpXBSiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-j377UOTW9g/s320/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094103787077978674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RrHkZ5XBSjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/84lzcOsKVRE/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094103791372945986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RrHkaJXBSkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/yyObMaG-cBU/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above are Michelle's hands, she wants proof she's conquered her fear. Lol. And if Mr Lau ever comes across my blog, I DID NOT SLAP MICHELLE. Lol. I don't slap people even if I do, I won't send their specs flying. Ok, that's all for today. Good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-7042839721735239313?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7042839721735239313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=7042839721735239313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7042839721735239313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7042839721735239313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyheyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RrHkZpXBSiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-j377UOTW9g/s72-c/DSC00318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-2994821800469249404</id><published>2007-07-29T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:12:41.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short post before I retreat to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! Red and white is done done done! See, the Singapore flag(somewhat) is on my teeth, in my mouth. Lol. I am so tired now. Shit, 10 p.m already, I need to sleep soon man. Ok, anyways, I spent like the whole day yesterday at my parents' workplace, because I figured that even if I went home, it would be raining and all that and the basketball court would be wet and stuff, so I could forget about shooting any hoops. I thought swimming would be nice too, but the weather is so freezing cold and rainy that I could forget about it too. I don't want to jog and the nearest gym is not even near. So, forget it! Today was quite alright, out the whole day. Bumped into none other than Xueni at Toa Payoh Central. Tomorrow is going to be a new day.=.=. Maths tomorrow. Of all things maths. The best combination ever, chinese+maths. Kill me please. PE is nice, but the classes after that are just pluack. Lol. I don't know how to describe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, netballers! Let's really go all out to get ready for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092620777820342754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RqyfnZXBSeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cQ915OlWXPU/s320/streetznetball-sm.gif" width="294" border="0" /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.eream-sports.com/"&gt;www.eream-sports.com&lt;/a&gt; for more info.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 24 hour netball here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I seriously need to go sleep. Good night earth and all who inhabit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-2994821800469249404?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2994821800469249404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=2994821800469249404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2994821800469249404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2994821800469249404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-short-post-before-i-retreat-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RqyfnZXBSeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cQ915OlWXPU/s72-c/streetznetball-sm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-703099803082387792</id><published>2007-07-27T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:24:16.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've done a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, we're changing science teacher to Miss Tan, who we do not even know if she's qualified or not, she's taking over Ms Lan in netball too. Argh! I prefer Ms Lan, Ms Lan's more sporty. Then, we lost in PESS, couldn't make it to the next round, it's ok girls! We still have 24 hr streetz netball. Yeah, 24 hours, playing netball. From 5p.m to 5.pm,from 8-9 aug, outside suntec. Lol. We have a new captain called Ng Huaiyinggggg(i don't know how to type that funny sound when we make huaiying's name turn into one word). What else..school has been alright. The weather rocks ok! Can it stay this cold for the rest of the year? Or forever? Ok, people are falling sick though, including me, breathing difficulties. So many days under the rain ok. Climbing the 8 flights of stairs is such a big gigantic chore now. Mama, Papa, when are we moving again? Lol. So, in brief,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Captain's ball was fun!Icekimo with Michellewong!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- netball+camwhoring:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- tuition.practically the whole class was there, most number of people I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-musica viva,comfortable?lol. The music was damn cool. Makes me feel like learning stuff all over again. Netball, gym and street netball. Chinese tuition, it sucks. 7.30-9 o'clock,speaking in only chinese,with 2 irritating people and a teacher who thinks we're deaf. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today-Fun,nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm so lazy, pictures, please do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                              I'm only human, I need to comment. Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091891509553351074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RqoIWZXBSaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N4Vqp0YaVvA/s320/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            I'm slow, but that's me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091891509553351090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RqoIWZXBSbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/15Lh0bNVD7M/s320/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091891513848318402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RqoIWpXBScI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6-nbAEZxzrk/s320/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091891513848318418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RqoIWpXBSdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/r2O93dHnwyU/s320/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                We are netballers!:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha!so, the pictures should speak louder and more than the words.TALK LAH STUPID PICTURES. Dental tomorrow! Red and white!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40%;"&gt;I know this doesn't seem right, but I seem to want it, because I fear the day when there'll be no more. The fear in my heart, growing and growing, it doesn't seem to stop. Please tell me something that can make me calm all over again, because, I've never felt this scared of losing a person in my life before, because, I don't want to be left with just the memories. If you ever walk ahead, leaving the trail of memories, with me, following them, on my knees, crying. I hope that never happens,never ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-703099803082387792?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/703099803082387792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=703099803082387792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/703099803082387792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/703099803082387792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-done-lot-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RqoIWZXBSaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N4Vqp0YaVvA/s72-c/DSC00309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-6311413026941993561</id><published>2007-07-19T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:59:06.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah! Can't stand some people who just irritate me. I am so pissed, irritated and grossed out now. I'm tired too. There's training tomorrow again and then saturday's pess already. I hope we'll be able to stand till then, because it's really tiring. I guess most of us improved today. Tomorrow's racial harmony. Never really enjoyed it in my life. I guess it's just going to be some regular school day for me. Why does a person laugh? The person may be tickled by something and finds it funny and so resulting to laughter, or the person may be under stress and uses laughter as a way to de-stress. The week is coming to an end once again. Time really flies when you look back and think. So, can I fall into a deep deep sleep and freeze me and release me only when the time is right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-6311413026941993561?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6311413026941993561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=6311413026941993561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6311413026941993561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6311413026941993561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/07/ah-cant-stand-some-people-who-just.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-5438076107366414123</id><published>2007-07-18T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:45:05.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling random. So I'll just blog for blogging's sake.  The temple opposite my house is giving me a headache. Not that I'm not respecting another religion, but seriously, I am getting sick, tired and irritated by that tock tock tock tock tock and chanting. I guess these few days have been alright yet I am in serious need of catching some zeeeees. I've been dozing off in class quite frequently these few days, I'm even blanking out during tuition. Should I drink coffee or something, because I don't think I'll be able to get any extra sleep. Ok, I found a solution to the noise blocking, I'm currently blasting music into my ears. Tests, tests, tests coming! I can't even focus. Lol. Who am I kidding man, I've not studied at all this year. I can't focus and I can't even settle down. Well, I just don't bother. Not really don't bother, I get distracted so easily even by tiny sounds. I find every little excuse to get away from work. Procrastinator? Yeah, I am. Upcoming events, PESS, 24hr streetz netball, common test etc. are getting me nervous. PESS! Come on C'Div! Let's put up a tough fight ok? We must.&lt;br /&gt;No more prize presentation tomorrow. So, I can go for training! A bit moodless now. Argh. Stupid tock tock tock. See what you've done to me, I am so bored and dead now, ohohoh, and irritated. =.=. Anything, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-5438076107366414123?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/5438076107366414123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=5438076107366414123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5438076107366414123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5438076107366414123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/07/feeling-random.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-4827003880666695512</id><published>2007-07-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:09:28.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! I can actually rest. REST! Yes, rest is like a big thing to me because I seem to be rushing everywhere. It's so nice you know,to be able to take a little breather after all that. For once, everything seems to slow down together with me. I've been racing against time for so long that I don't know how fast it should actually go.&lt;br /&gt;Netball tomorrow. PESS is coming coming! We've slacked enough ok. No more slacking. We really really need to do our bestest for this competition and at least get something to throw at Ms Chng's face. So she really can't say anything at all. You know, we can train by ourselves too. We can like use our own free time to train too. I don't know, maybe it'll work?&lt;br /&gt;So far, this week has been tiring. I reached home at like 8.10p.m yesterday. I've been skipping dinner for 2 days straight. Sleeping at 11+ and waking up at 5 isn't nice either. I practically died in english today. I dozed off. I really couldn't get up. I can actually hit the ball in volleyball already! Haha. Just need to get the hang of it. It's really fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to summarise. Got nothing much to say anyway. Help to save the world, your future depends on it, maybe not yours, but your future generations will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To trust or not, it's your choice. If you don't think you can, you can't. If you at least give it a try, at least something might work out. not saying anything about it doesn't mean i don't know.i just observe. I really wonder what made you think that things ca become this hopeless. Give hope a chance, give yourself a chance. If you don't even trust yourself to trust others, how can you trust others? You need to think of possible things and not impossible things, because you don't seem to be bringing yourself anywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-4827003880666695512?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/4827003880666695512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=4827003880666695512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/4827003880666695512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/4827003880666695512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/07/yay-i-can-actually-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-7913991896993487381</id><published>2007-07-08T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:05:43.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok,so I've finally stepped out of the laziness zone. The remaining hols after my birthday was nice, but fully packed with things. I can't exactly remember what happened. Yeah, 21st June was nice, spending time with Michelle and Shingpheng. Too bad UK funfair's gone now. Vortex was great! I tell you, if you dare sit on that ride, you won't mind doing zipline or bungee jumping. Seeing how they keep the stuff sort of scares me because I wonder what made me dare to sit on Vortex which could be folded into half. I wonder what would happen if it suddenly folded while we were on the ride. Surf's up was nice too. Haha, Shia Labeouf seems to be getting famous again. Transformers is damn nice ok. Watch it at cathay or vivo, because the sound effects would make the movie awesome. Fantastic 4 was alright. Just watched die hard 4.0 today. It's nice too, I recommend it. Haha. Camp was nice. With the good instructors. A'an and Lindsay! They rock. Hope 2faith has bonded. Lindsay is like my grandma's ex-student. Coincidence much? It's really cool how we can meet like 8 years later without the thought that we might know each other. A'an is the,"no, don't give them tips, let them think" guy. Really helped us learn a lot and told us how we can improve ourselves, all the best in dancing and cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;School has been alright and all. Getting used to the waking up at 5 thing. The roads here are already not very quite at 6a.m., so walking to the bus-stop isn't that scary. So, everytime I get off the bus, my butt seems to be numb and all. Thanks to Michelle wong for accompanying me for like half of the journey.  If not I'll be a sad person at the interchange with a numb butt, walking and laughing to myself, it's ticklish and painful ok. Lol. Oh yeah, I seriously don't like the neighbours here. Especially the one next door. They should be more considerate, throwing their shoes everywhere and putting things into the telecom place, if anything happens to the phones in my house, I tell you, they're going to die. DIE!!! Ok.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days in Toapayoh. The days I still behaved like some small kid. I used to play soccer with my bro and his friends. Can you believe it? His friends. So, I was with really tiny people compared to me. Lol. But seriously, it was fun you know, playing soccer with them. We had bomb bag wars too. Throwing it at each other. Water balloon fights too. Oh yes, I used to be one of those idiots who shot rubberbands and paper too. I remember how Clement Lun actually made a gun out of ice-cream sticks. Wonder how he did. I remember the times where I used to play bball in p4 during all kinds of breaks, recess, or before supplementary. I remember how we used to play catching, even in p6. I want to play catching again, but it seems that it's too childish for secondary school. I don't mind you know, running all around the school. Oh, and I remember the time my bro and I used to fight those bullies. Literally fight. I know it's weird coming from me, but I actually miss fighting. LOL. Punching and kicking. Ok. You people must be thinking I'm weird. Now, all that is gone. I hope that I'll be able to find some time to catch up with my pri sch friends. It's been so long. MAY LEE LINGHUI! WE STILL HAVE A SHOPPING SPREE TO GO ON! Till the next time I bother to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iloveyou,i really hope things won't change alright?=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-7913991896993487381?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7913991896993487381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=7913991896993487381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7913991896993487381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7913991896993487381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/07/okso-ive-finally-stepped-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-1683134208907557136</id><published>2007-06-19T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:41:46.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!see the 19 and the june?yeah,it's my birthday!thanks to all for the birthday wishes!=) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrations will continue for like the next 2 days.LOL!tomorrow I don't know what my parents are gonna do to my bro and I. Smashing cake into my bro's face feels good man. Well, he smashed cake into my face too. Then, 21st June is celebration with the people who never fail to make me laugh and smile, Michelle and Shingpheng! Can't wait..wonder what you people are gonna do to me. Friday is the actual presentation for the life science competition. Reminds me of the WITS competition in pri sch. Is that what it's called? Anyways, at least I somewhat had some experience presenting to judges. Just treat the judges like people you know. I start tuition tomorrow. I wonder what they'll turn my F9 into. Then, tomorrow we're doing preparations for the presentation too. Anyways, PICS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077796500634497602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rnf1A5YKckI/AAAAAAAAAEU/at4W1t_7aws/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077796539289203282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rnf1DJYKclI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kOrYknCxKyc/s320/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077796573648941666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rnf1FJYKcmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9Beb6I34xy8/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077796612303647346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rnf1HZYKcnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZAAcE0tnA2M/s320/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077796646663385730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rnf1JZYKcoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1JvcHg3Zqt4/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077799258003501714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rnf3hZYKcpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-ukcMD-MS7A/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077799279478338210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rnf3ipYKcqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t_rlJKxut3w/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077799309543109298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rnf3kZYKcrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ge_IKPy2GQ0/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077799348197814994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rnf3mpYKctI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1RS-4izeZYg/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077799318133043906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rnf3k5YKcsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bVMbfvxOWbg/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My birthday is ending,but my brother's is gonna start. Happy birthday Titi!:D. I'll play game with you tomorrow ok. Lol. Enjoy your birthday.=). Even though we quarrel sometimes, I still love you as a lil' brother. Study hard, you're changing school, it's a new environment, try to catch up with the syllabus yeah. I'm here if you need help. Once again, happy birthday Lindon.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-1683134208907557136?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/1683134208907557136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=1683134208907557136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1683134208907557136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1683134208907557136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/06/yaysee-19-and-juneyeahits-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rnf1A5YKckI/AAAAAAAAAEU/at4W1t_7aws/s72-c/DSC00158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-7901606616639917575</id><published>2007-06-16T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:10:16.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to blog after telling myself not be to so lazy. Haha. I've been kinda packed with stuff and finally had a whole day off yesterday. I spent like the whole day home lah. Spent time with my bro watching lame movies. LOL. We laughed our asses off. At night I went to the supermarket and carrying rice from bukit timah shopping centre and up 8 flights of stairs equals to one great workout. I fell asleep on the sofa okay. Lol. My mum forced me to go inside the room. Anyways, so far the hols are fun but really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Swenson's with the extremely old woman Stella Tan was fun and italian sodas are yummy! Go try. The stirrers are cool too. But, do not eat steak at Swenson's, seriously. Well, this day was like 99% slacking session and 1% of the project. Lol. Went to amkhub after that. Walked around waited for Stella's sis. Bought her mum's b'day cake and then home I go. Home sweet home. I was really really tired on the way home. I can't believe I walked so much. Thanks Michelle for talking on the phone with me while I was on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa with those two crazy girls Michelle and Shingpheng was super fun. It was boring at first with the rain spoiling everything, but it got fun after that. We know the blue line super well now. We mustmustmust go again another time. Can't wait for 21st June=).&lt;br /&gt;Settling down into this new place is kinda alright. I nearly got lost that day. I was at some place in Clementi and didn't know how to go home. I took taxi and I felt like slapping myself after that. The taxi went straight and turned and I reached home already. It was like a 5 mins drive.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta go do some work. till later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah..i miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-7901606616639917575?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7901606616639917575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=7901606616639917575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7901606616639917575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7901606616639917575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-decided-to-blog-after-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-2833882916681827538</id><published>2007-06-11T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:10:44.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, the moving is done. Spent saturday moving house and sunday packing like crazy. Cleared all the rubbish and made the place neater. Also, the life science draft is finally done! That's a load off. There's still presentation on 22nd June though. Hope the chocolate will work out. Feeling super tired and lacking of sleep. Falling sick too. The com is so screwed with the speakers having problem and the misplacing of the installation CD of the webcam. My neck is hurting like drjasekralrioae now because I can only face one side as the other side would be too bright(we haven't gotten curtains yet). So far, it's alright I guess. May update again later. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-2833882916681827538?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2833882916681827538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=2833882916681827538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2833882916681827538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2833882916681827538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-moving-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-1067047209289510502</id><published>2007-06-07T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:21:10.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a great day.I guess I pass my summary with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something which I have not done in a long time. To dedicate a post to my heavenly daddy. I want to start doing my qt again. Start worshipping again. Though I have many questions and my faith has wavered, I believe that my questions will be answered and my faith will be strong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I once hoped to die. I once looked forward to dying, because I wanted to see how heaven looked like. Funny isn't it? I once asked God," God, how is it like being you?" I asked God a lot of questions which He replied with,"wait, now is not the right time." I wondered why God asked me to wait. So I waited. I asked God," God, how did I end up like this?" I had done so much work for God and the things slowly turned into work not for God. So I told God," God, let me do Your work for You and for You only." So I did. I slowly backed away from God because I seemed to be blocking Him out. I didn't listen to His whispers. The more He tried calling me, the more I turned away. One day, I sat down thinking," Cassandra Mak, who are you to block God out of your life? Shouldn't you be calling on Him instead." After having that thought, I quickly got it out of my mind. My heart of flesh, hardened as the days go by. Till one day, I heard God no more. Then I called,"God, God. Are you there? Why do I no longer feel your presence? Why do I no longer feel you knocking at door of my heart?" I waited and waited for the answer. God finally replied, the reply was faint, the reply was hard to hear, but I heard it. God said," My Child, I was always here. I have always been knocking, always been calling." I finally repented,after so long. I told God," God, I'm sorry I had blocked you out. Thank you Lord, for not giving up on me. May I start afresh once again?" God said yes without holding back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is just a little story of my own, but it's the truth. My life, cannot be complete without God. Everyone needs somebody to lean on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will live forever and ever in your name,amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-1067047209289510502?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/1067047209289510502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=1067047209289510502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1067047209289510502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1067047209289510502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-was-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-6201337313541653143</id><published>2007-06-06T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:18:14.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world and all who inhabit it. Whoo. That's all the packing for today, I'm so dead beat now. There's still packing to be done, but I'll leave that till tomorrow, not like I have the energy to pack right now. My archery stuff, 2 guitars, school books, dictionaries etc etc, all have not been packed yet. Rah! Wonder how I'm going to pack them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday- Dental dental. I broke one bracket and the rubber thingy that held the wire on one bracket dropped off I don't know when, maybe I swallowed it. Eww, I ate rubber. Anyways, changed wire and rubber thingys. Now it's blue and yellow! The dentist recommended it, so I just went with it. Didn't know what to choose anyway. After dental, went to Michelle's house. I had to wait outside, so waited waited waited. Then, I could finally go in. Did litespeed while waiting for Shingpheng. Shingpheng came, then a lot of crapping started, haha. Then, Shingpheng also did litespeed because she hasn't even started on ANY of her homework. I did like one question of the worksheets Mstay gave me. LOL. Went to eat, went back to Michelle's house, watched a movie, sent Shingpheng off, went to the other bus-stop, boarded the bus, alighted the bus, walk walk walk, home. Yep. Thanks Michelle and Shingphengfor spending a day with me! Oh yeah, Shingpheng, want to go swimming again? Lol. Or gym or something. Okok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when junk food and other kinds of crap needs to be eaten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072883926659499122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RmaBDdNUBHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pT_lPLo514I/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today-TIRED! I can't remember what time I slept at last night. I woke up in the morning feeling lethargic and feeling like I got hit in the head. Maybe I did hit myself on the head while sleeping. Lol. Anyways, got up, bathed. When I wanted to bathe, everyone just had to go to the bathroom. I could use the bathroom after everyone was done with their own thing. It was 8.40 already. I took a long bath, remembering that this Saturday I would say goodbye to this house. I really took my own sweet time bathing, but when I finished, it seemed like it had only taken such a short time to bathe. I changed, packed my stuff and went off to meet AUNTY TAN. Aunty Stella Tan. Nono, she's too old to be called aunty. It's even older than Ah Soh, she's so old that there's no name for her. :P. Lol. She brought her whole laptop to mac. She brought an uncharged phone too. Lol. The project is as good as done. I guess. Though ALL of our attempts are FAILED ATTEMPTS. Sad but true. Ate breakfast and Mcdonald's rocks ok, I ordered Hotcakes and guess what, no knife, no fork, no syrup. WOW.I went to ask for the syrup, then came back, then no fork and knife, then went to ask. I had to wait for so long just to get the syrup and then wait again just to get the fork and knife. Stella nearly finished her burger already lah, and I just started. Proded. Seriously. Then crapped around and talked a bit about stuff happening. Waited with Stella for Peiqin. I took like forever just to take her sim card out of my phone. Lol. Stella can play solitare so well. Lol, at least better than me. Then, they went off and I went home. The bus driver is weird ok. He smiled at me when I boarded the bus, ok, so I smiled back. Later, when I alighted and was walking past the bus, he waved at me. Alrighty then, so I just smiled back. Then later at the traffic light, because it was like red light, so the bus couldn't go, then he was like looking at me. Then I just looked at him and crossed the road. Weird. Anyways, reached home, rested and then, packing time! I found loads of things in boxes. I didn't know Grandma helped me keep all those things. I found my Primary 2 class photo, Primary 4 class photo, Primary 6 class photo and prefect's photo. I found my Primary 2 worksheets, with my childish handwriting. I found my primary school report book and read through it. The time when the Vice. principal of San Shan actually bothered to comment on me. I found gifts and cards and letters, I found neoprints and simple notes in class which we passed around in class. I felt like bursting out in tears when all those memories started flashing by one by one. I looked back thinking about how much I've changed. After all that packing, I could finally stop and rest. I took a photo of my P2 class photo before it got packed into the box. Tomorrow, another day, another time to pack. And now, another day goes by, I am one more day closer to moving. Though I will miss this house and all that other stuff, I'm also looking forward to moving. I still can't forget how camp is going to be so near my house.=.=. Well, the difference is, I'll be spending 3 days and 2 nights with my friends and in a dorm, and doing other things. I think P5 camp is kinda more challenging with the rock-climbing and abseiling at a natural cliff, that was really super fun. Haha. Well, I'll see how this camp turns out then. Prize presentation when school re-opens too and closer to the date, 19 june is coming coming, and 21st june too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking down memory lane,I'll never forget the school which I spent my p1 and p2 years in. San Shan Primary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072893001925395586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RmaJTtNUBII/AAAAAAAAAEM/yuw5P8lufPI/s320/p2photo1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, try spotting me!clue: I'm in the second row.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-6201337313541653143?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6201337313541653143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=6201337313541653143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6201337313541653143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6201337313541653143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-world-and-all-who-inhabit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RmaBDdNUBHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pT_lPLo514I/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8578257693449867618</id><published>2007-06-04T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:22:10.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I shall blog! Spent most of the week training for the carnival. Other then that, also went out quite a lil. Straightened my hair to see how it looks.&lt;br /&gt;Finally,the carnival.The taste of victory was nice at first,then we sort of became blurred during one match and lost. Overall, third placing is nice already. Good job C'Div!&lt;br /&gt;Quaters:&lt;br /&gt;1st match:KCP-Jurong West:5-5&lt;br /&gt;2nd match:KCP-Evergreen:10-0&lt;br /&gt;3rd match:KCP-Bowen:14-5&lt;br /&gt;4th match:KCP-Jurongville:11-0&lt;br /&gt;2nd placing so far.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;semi-finals&lt;br /&gt;KCP-St.Hilda's:lost by1&lt;br /&gt;KCP-Marsling:won!14-9 or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall 3rd! Not bad huh. So,we proved you people who didn't believe in us wrong.HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Aisyah,Renuka and Cindy.Especially Aisyah and Renuka, you guys showed up and taught us a lot. Thank you!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,Mama, Michellewong, Stellatan and Eekeng for wishing good luck!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To C'Div:YAY! we did it!Third's not bad huh. We don't have a coach, we don't have the funds, but we have the hope and the faith to keep moving on. Thanks Gwen for playing even though you are sick. You all did a good job, even though we made some mistakes, we'll learn from them yeah! Yeah! More competitions will come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8578257693449867618?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8578257693449867618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8578257693449867618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8578257693449867618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8578257693449867618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-i-shall-blog-spent-most-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-6430235230736730873</id><published>2007-05-28T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:18:32.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm the laziest person alive, but I'll move my fingers to blog anyways. The last week of school was really hectic with all the forms and money and all that crap. It was still enjoyable though. Thanks to Michellewong for helping me to pay for class tee first. The choco experiment is coming to a conclusion. Finally! Coffeelates! Saturday, went to help the GB girls for their flag day thingy. Lol. My bro had that too. My mum practically bought all his tickets. Scout boy. Anyways, glad that I could help in some way. Haha. Accompanied Michelle halfway, then alighted the bus and took 159 to Shingpheng's house. Went swimming. Thanks to her mum again, for sending us to the country club. Changed and stuff. Oh, Shingpheng's mum was like," you don't gablah ah you." and Shingpheng is totally totally super duper great you know, she forgot to bring her swimming costume. Then we were laughing like madness. Then she called her mum and said," hello, mummy, gablah already." LOL! Then her mum brought her swimming costume. Swam for a lil while, my stamina officially sucks now. Maybe I should go more often. Anyways, after swimming, ate and ate somemore. Shingpheng showed me around, walked me to the bus-stop and then home! Overall, it was a really enjoyable day. Sunday, I tell you, this day, was really ruined. The morning and early afternoon was still nice ok. Until we went to eat at that stupid place. I nearly threw up ok. Then, we went to Cathay, the first movie had only seats in the 2nd row from the screen available. I don't want my neck to break. So we bought tickets for the next one. We were supposed to get seats around the back. We waited and spent at least 3 hours in Cathay doing I don't know what crap. We got so bored that my sis, my bro and I started bickering a lot. My bro and I nearly started a fight in Cathay. Guess what, when we went into the cinema, I just got more pissed. They gave us seats in the 3rd row from the front. We might as well just have watched the earlier one? Went to complain, then they wanted to shift us to the next movie. Oh, so they must really not mind us waiting in that empty place for 3 hours for one damn movie and they still want to move us to the next movie which was like 1 hours plus later. Oh my gawd, my bro and I would definitely have started a fight if we agreed. Went to check on the new house and went to Toa payoh to watch Pirates of the Carribean 3, at world's end. The movie was alright I guess, but people with a short attention span, I suggest you don't watch. The movie got a bit boring at some parts. Today, was alright I guess. No more BTT. But anyways, getting Liy's present was alright along with looking for my own stuff. The Esprit bag is mine alright, and I'll bring it for camp! Huaiying's still looking. Haha. Paul frank. Training was erm, a barbeque session. Barbequing netballers. After that, went to eat and then went to book the court for tomorrow. Papa wanted to play badminton with me, I guess after we move to Bukit timah, it wouldn't be a problem with the CC just opposite. I'm looking forward to what's to come. Oh yeah, don't drink Dr Pepper, it sucks. 23 flavours mixed together is not something you would like drinking. Yuck. Just yuck. Eating with Gwen is madness because she'll make you laugh till you choke and die. LOL! Stupid Gwen Toh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:60%;"&gt;It's been just awhile only, and i'm missing you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-6430235230736730873?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6430235230736730873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=6430235230736730873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6430235230736730873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6430235230736730873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-laziest-person-alive-but-ill-move-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-361866353917264543</id><published>2007-05-20T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:52:05.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! I'm so dead beat. Gym yesterday and all the walking yesterday and all the shopping today has gotten me worn out. Damn! I've got geog, history and science to do. OH SHIT! Geog and science have to be handed in tomorrow. Ah! I can't even find my stupid geog book. Anyways, enough of all that stress. Let me get my mind off that for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday- Waited for Shingpheng for at least half and hour. Went to her house to pack her bag, then her mum drove us to the country club. Dammit, we couldn't go to the gym because no guests allowed on weekends. Ok, so went to eat at Sakae sushi. It was cheaper than we expected, but I controlled our food intake because we were going to exercise after that. Ate ice-cream after that=.=. Went to Bishan gym. Spent at least 1 hour plus in there. Run run run, lift lift lift, pull pull pull, push push push. The person who showed us how to use the equipment was really nice. Haha. After all that exercise, I had to do something, pee. I had to go potty! The toilet was locked=.=. I held it in for so long and didn't feel like going already, bought a drink and walked to J8 and changed and then shopped around. Saw some stuff I wanted to get. Then, after that whole day, finally, home. Rested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today-I had some dream about me dying. I practically dreamt of the whole class, or maybe just the class girls. I only can remember Michelle, Stella, Huaiying, Joey and Nurul clearly. Interesting dream. Lol. I think I told my parents that I wanted to see my friends before I die, then I went to school. Then after seeing everyone, I was going home, then I felt something poking me. My mum woke me up, she kept poking me. =.=. Then, went to aunty Joyce's place. Accompanied my mum for facial. Then after that, went to eat. Then aunty Joyce went home, and my mum and I did shopping! My mum was looking for working clothes and I was just looking for anything. LOL. Bought 4 tops from Esprit, 1 hat from Esprit , 2 pairs of slippers from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ripcurl(the stupid rock music still gives me a headache) and 1 jeans from Fox(this one was an emergency). Nearly got a bag, but I didn't get it in the end. My mum was supposed to pay 10 bucks over for the parking but in the end, the machine thing couldn't track down any history, so the security person charged us 2.50 for the parking. Haha! Home, finally, tired. wooo. Work work work now. Wait, before that, PICS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066615888033866626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RlA8Tlub44I/AAAAAAAAADU/3JXNCFtISiU/s320/DSC02071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066615888033866642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RlA8Tlub45I/AAAAAAAAADc/0XXaLBI2s7M/s320/DSC02069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066615892328833954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RlA8T1ub46I/AAAAAAAAADk/YzNSA6wUoYQ/s320/DSC02070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066623425701471186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RlBDKVub49I/AAAAAAAAAD8/g6xycyynZsE/s320/DSC02072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-361866353917264543?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/361866353917264543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=361866353917264543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/361866353917264543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/361866353917264543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-im-so-dead-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RlA8Tlub44I/AAAAAAAAADU/3JXNCFtISiU/s72-c/DSC02071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-227409412937213410</id><published>2007-05-17T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:24:17.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NURUL NADZIRAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;    OWNER!!!!!!SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! School was normal, was kinda excited the whole day and nervous because of my eye. It was still red and I couldn't really see properly. Then, slacked in the library today during english. Haha, Ms Chye didn't come. I was called up for music=.=.  Then CME in dance room, the ice-cream made me all messy and so many ppl got dirty. Then changed for the competition, after school went to warm up and the competition begins. 2 Faith got 1st!!!woo! Yeah man! So happy. Thanks Michelle, Stella, Owner(BIRTHDAY GIRL), Huaiying, C.D, Shingpheng, Chewmin, EVERYBODY for supporting us. Thank you!!! Thanks for skipping lunch to watch us:D, thank you! Thanks Michelle for massaging my arm, lol. Stupid old injury. Haha, but Xueni and I couldn't beat Mr Lai. Ah, no swenson's. Anyways, played with some other people and Xueni played singles with Peiyan and thrashed him, lol! Then after that, Michelle took 56 with Chewmin and me and wanted to take 163,but it was too full so my mum sent her home, then went to eat dinner at mos. Finally home, hot shower and came online. Now, SLEEP! Yes! HELLO BED! HELLO DREAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2faith: wooo!we won! Thanks captain for booking the courts for practice and stuff and those who paid for the courts. We definitely had fun together during trainings, even though it was just such a short time. Thanks all for your support and encouragement. Thanks partner Xueni for having my back and teaching me new stuff. Haha, thanks loads, you rock! 2 faith rocks! For those who stayed throughout without eating, thanks loads and loads and loads, we really couldn't have done better without your encouragement. Thanks=).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-227409412937213410?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/227409412937213410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=227409412937213410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/227409412937213410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/227409412937213410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-nurul-nadzirah_17.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-3874983652462037730</id><published>2007-05-16T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T18:50:07.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2135/865326170108934/1600/z/236690/image-upload-3-707039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2135/865326170108934/300/z/640060/image-upload-3-707039.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Haha.my eye is swollen and red,but anyways,it's ok i guess.should be alright by tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-3874983652462037730?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/3874983652462037730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=3874983652462037730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3874983652462037730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3874983652462037730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-3704955125291363742</id><published>2007-05-10T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:21:58.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an interesting day. The start of the day was a bit rocky, but I guess everything turned out quite ok after that. Art and CME in the dance room was nice, air-con:D. Lunch, then went to J8, walked around basement as Michelle went to go get something and Chewmin accompanied her. So I walked around spending money on things that would add my calories. A lot of chocolate and sushi. Yummy. They came back kinda quick, I haven't even gotten my ice-cream yet. LOL. I was getting there alright. Anyways, walked to the interchange, 57 came, then home. Changed and stuff. Michelle, I think the gift is really sweet and nice:D. Haha. Anyways, did some exercise and stuff, trying to get back to form because the common test made me slack on exercising. Tired and bored, shall pick some quiz from Huaiying's blog to do. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Who were you with last night?&lt;/div&gt;erm, I think no one? My dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up by myself, don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;At home? doi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is tomorrow going to be a good day?&lt;br /&gt;Hope so, pft. Sort of excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did you kiss or hug anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;er...yep..yesterday too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When's the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;When I got my maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The PAST-&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever thrown up in public?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, don't talk about it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's on your mind RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, today, tomorrow and saturday. I think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The FUTURE -&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you take a bullet for anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it depends who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where would you like to live?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure actually, by the beach? Another country? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What kind of home would you like?&lt;br /&gt;Cosy, yet big enough for everyone to have their own personal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Doctor or scientist, funny huh, but it's my childhood dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where do you see yourself in 5years?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I don't know. I'm still letting things come and taking things down 1 by 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ON FRIENDSTER -&lt;br /&gt;20. who is your number one?&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who have you kissed on your topfriends?&lt;br /&gt;nobody...zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who was the last person that leftyou a comment?&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine..lol. timmy black as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you good friends with this person?&lt;br /&gt;She's my good friend=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How often do you log in to friendster?&lt;br /&gt;7 days a week on every week in the 12 months of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- IN GENERAL -&lt;br /&gt;27.Do you like candy necklaces?:&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When was the last time you fell over or ran into something?&lt;br /&gt;Er, I can't remember. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you listen to music every day?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! definitely, it's like one of my needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you still go trick or treating?&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't done it before, somehow wish I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you a fast typer?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. About how many people have you liked?&lt;br /&gt;yo, this is private man. for me to know for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Watching spiderman 3 at cathay, saturday night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Whats your favorite type of soda?&lt;br /&gt;Coke. Loads, I'm a snack maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever moved?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and moving again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever won an award?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Single or Taken?&lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What do you want to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;Go to someone's house or exercise, basketball sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you listening to music right now?&lt;br /&gt;YEP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Are you with someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, feeling kinda bored and lonely. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Whats a word or phrase that you love?&lt;br /&gt;chuzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How long until your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;1 month and 9 days, wonder how it'll be like in a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. When were you the saddest in your whole life ?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure, I've been really sad a couple load of times. But one of the worse ones was when my paternal grandmother passed away when I haven't seen her in 5 years because she lived in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;6.11p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What makes you pissed off?&lt;br /&gt;A number of things, can't exactly think what now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you ever had a song written about you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What song makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Er..songs which remind me of stuff and touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What song makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What do you like to listen tobefore you go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, depends on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but I do have to live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What does your media player have init right now?&lt;br /&gt;Glamorous- Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. If you were a crayon what color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. What's the next VCD you're gonna get?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I don't know, I'll see what's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, thanks Huaiying for posting surveys on your blog. Back to thinking. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:55%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) you make smile so much that I sometimes even smile to myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-3704955125291363742?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/3704955125291363742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=3704955125291363742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3704955125291363742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3704955125291363742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-interesting-day_10.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-6669926367471370167</id><published>2007-05-09T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:35:11.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over, but the real thing has just begun. Results are coming in, and the more papers are returned, the more disappointed I am in myself. I screwed up for chinese and should flunk it. I didn't study, so, whatever. Yesterday, I received like the worst results in my life, the worst results in my life for both science and maths. Urgh. Made me feel like I'm some idiot who is too stupid for anything. No choice, after holding it in for so long and even trying my best to smile after I received my paper for maths. I looked, my heart sank. I already knew I'll be getting such marks, but I still felt like I was being punched in the face. So, after holding it in for as long as I could, I just had to let it out and cry. Thanks Michelle, Owner, Jixin and all those people who comforted me. After school was just plain cheering up and fun with the netballers, making our jersey, It's finally settled, the whole set. Yay! Can't wait. Owner cheered me up loads with her crapping around. We both love to crap and lame, like owner like doggy.Today was alright. Nono! It was good! I love today! First was 2.4 km run. I started out. Run run run. I didn't have any side-stitch or difficulty in breathing. I just spent my time focusing on other stuff and kept running. It was actually in fact, fun. I didn't care who I wanted to beat, I challenged myself. Though I didn't feel like I pushed myself a lot, I was happy with what I got. Haha. 4,5,6, me,xueni and nurul. We were like so close to each other. Enough about pft, after pft was fun. Ate in school because we miss the food from stall 1. Haha. Michelle and Shingpheng went to my house after that, my parents were still at home. My dad looked so irritated, my mum said something which I pretended I couldn't hear. My dad woke up early in the morning to pack my brother's and my table. Well, thank God for him. Shingpheng watched tv and fell asleep and Michelle and I watched love contract. That was like for really long. So Shingpheng finally got rid of those dark eye rings and I'm going to too. Watching love contract for like 6 hours in one room was interesting huh. Lol. Shingpheng! Swimming this saturday:D. I can't wait! I can't wait to swim laps and laps and cool down and just forget the whole exam thing and remember only the good times just for awhile. Well, looking forward to this saturday. Not only that, I'm looking forward to playing basketball again! If my family goes for a holiday, it should be at the beach, so I hope I can go snorkelling and canoing. All the stuff I miss so much. For camp, I hope we'll do rock climbing and stuff, if not I have to go to safra. Of course blading, jogging, swimming, cycling and all that would be really nice, anyone interested? Movie marathons and shopping sprees too. Not only that, anyone who can coach me in maths, please help. Haha. Tell me if you guys are free yeah. Back to resting and doing the history thing, or maybe I might just slack. Going to bathe and sleep. Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;wrong already. I agree with that.haha,i guess my results suck, but all i can do now is just do better next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-6669926367471370167?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6669926367471370167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=6669926367471370167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6669926367471370167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6669926367471370167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/05/exams-are-over-but-real-thing-has-just.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-7854672136443424788</id><published>2007-05-05T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:06:41.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to blog. I've been too busy or lazy to blog these days. These few days have been interesting and fun, besides the exams. So, since I'm in no mood to study for chinese and too bored, I shall tell you people what I did this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Labour day, I used the time to study, sort of. I woke up, ate bread, bathed and ate roti prata and noodles, okay, I was hungry alright. Went to Shingpheng's house to collect Michelle's and my books. I was kind of lazy at first, but I found the running around quite fun after all. Took 88 and then 156 was behind 88 so just boarded the bus after I got down. It was the bar thingy, I didn't on my bluetooth thoughD:. So, Serangoon it was. Shingpheng was running, lol, super funny. Then she walked me to the bus-stop opposite, the bus came in like 5-10 mins, took 58 to Bishan interchange and took 410 to Thomson. Passed Michelle her books and then took 163 back home. 163 is finally cold. After I reached home, I changed and started to slack. I just lost the mood ok, andI was too lazy to move thanks to muscle aches from PE on Monday. Spent the whole day either lying down or sitting down, watched 'Back To the Future III', it happned to be on teevee, so what the heck, just watch. After that, was intensive maths training. I tried to refresh myself and did as much as I could, spent most of my time on algebra, thinking that it was more important. Went to bathe and then sleep after that.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Maths and history. I think I missed the bus that day. Yes I did. My dad sent me to school. Super funny, he said," If you are late right, you tell your teacher you were in a jam, you know where? In the school." Lol. Got into the school eventually. The rain was still quite heavy. After that, went to the classroom. Fourth floor and everyone was like disabled. LOL! Everyone was like trying not to bend their legs and screaming in pain. I sound so sadistic. Lol. My muscle ache wasn't so bad because I stretched the day before and travelled around from Toa Payoh to Bishan to Serangoon to Bishan to Thomson to Toa payoh so I sort of got used to the muscle ache already and it already got better. The papers started 15 mins late thanks to the heavy downpour, so that people stuck in jams were given time to come. Maths was 'easy'. For the rest it was really easy. For me, I was ok for algebra, but when it came to mesuration, Ruth wong had to sweep the floor and sweep my leg and do some stupid things that I forgot my formulas. THAT IS SO COOL HUH. Die lah. I spent a lot of time on mensuration questions that I didn't have ample time to do all the questions properly. Hopefully I'll pass, if not my overall is really over, but it already is anyway. The 2 hour recess time was alright. Lol, netball corner. Ate. Did last minute studying, because I did not study the day before. Urgh. Nothing went into my head, but I tried ok. The 2 hours seemed to take quite a long time to pass. The exam came eventually, we started at 12, and end at 1. I can't remember the paper, seriously. I don't remember a thing about it. LOL. After that, ate at Mos with Stella, Michelle and Chewmin. Ok, so I eat messily and I like Mosbread. It's nice ok! hungry again.=.=. Ate some strawberry thingy. I ate it really slow, because I have sensitive teeth and I'm wearing braces. Man...you people not wearing braces really don't know how hard it is to eat. Lol. After that, went home. English the next day, so I slacked at home. A lot of people started asking me about english so, that was my revision I guess. After that, went to bathe and then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Hurhur, this was an interesting day. LOL. English, ended at 9. Went to photocopy the forms and then handed them to Mr Lau and went for caregroup. Ate breakfast with the caregroup, or shall I say the sec 2s of the caregroup. I was quite alright I guess. Encouragements. After that, went to Xueni's house. Trust me, the journey there was interesting. I just had to cross the overhead bridge and walk a bit you know. But it started pouring and I ran. Michelle called me. I picked up the phone, taking my earpiece off my phone. Run run run.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: You must be really wet right.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, can you all come and save me? I have to put down if not my phone will get spoilt.*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;I put my phone in my bag and didn't zip it, after running a bit, I zip it. I ran to the nearest shelter. Found it useless because the wind just blew the rain in. Ran somemore. I looked at all the houses, but couldn't find Xueni's house number. Ran to the shelter again. Saw Xueni and Michelle coming out of Xueni's house and ran to them. Michelle saw me and started running. Sheltered me with the umbrella. I was dripping wet and soaked to the skin. Went to Xueni's house. She was like," er..Michelle you erm..er.. you(me) er.. you stay outside." Because I was just too wet that I would get the whole place wet. Then she took a towel for me to dry myself. I emptied my bag and My books were wet. Urgh. I lost my earpiece):. Went to bathe and changed into Xueni's clothes, and I don't have any red tees. Really. Then went to hang my wet clothes and then studied. Went upstairs to study with Michelle. She couldn't study so she slept. I was reading my wet science text book. The pages were all stuck together and some of my notes smudged. After awhile, Xueni came up to check on us, then she went back down again and started reading really 'softly'. She came up again and wanted to sleep, so I decided to sleep too. Then there was so much nonsense because Michelle woke up and started crapping around. I fell asleep for awhile and woke up again. Then just closed my eyes and opened them to look around when I wanted to. Went home at 2 o'clock. Packed my stuff which was still wet. Took taxi because I would just die if I took bus. I looked super untidy and weird. Changed at home into my clothes. Later, went to Thomson plaza to meet Michelle to study. She studied, I was just staring at my book. After that, walked around to look for lozenges and went home. I couldn't be bothered to study. So just typed the digestive system thingy and went to bathe and sleep, felt kinda unwell with stomachache and diahorrea.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Science was erm..ok. I hope I'll do alright even without studying. Geography, hoping for the best and preparing for the worst. After that, some things happened, then went to eat lunch and then home. Then tuition. I'll just treat that as revision for chinese. Then slacked. Watched survivor, bathed and then slept.&lt;br /&gt;Today: Nothing much, wasn't allowed to go out, so stayed at home. Going to bathe and then sleep later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was once afraid of being alone or feeling lonely, I guess I still am now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;what are you waiting for? my answer:I don't know, something amazing to happen.i'm waiting for a miracle which i dunno whether it even exists,but i'll still believe it may happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-7854672136443424788?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7854672136443424788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=7854672136443424788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7854672136443424788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7854672136443424788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-3030803442660048419</id><published>2007-04-30T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:00:58.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun:D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here to blog because I have to. HAHA! I'm supposed to post some pics on what I did today. School was alright, PE was fun with all the lame stuff we did. H2O, duck walk and run with medicine ball and captain's ball. We finished early. Chinese was cut off halfway. We practically skipped the lesson. Went to Mr Lau's homeroom. He said some things, I don't know what. School end. We went to J8 to get out lunch, then boarded 53. Michelle's mum suddenly didn't allow her to go to Shingpheng's house, so Michelle and I alighted the bus. She said that we could cut through Bishan park, and I knew the way, so we just walked. After walking for so long, we decided to just take bus. Then went to Michelle's house. We ran for the bus for like 2 times in a row. Omgosh. Then, ate our lunch. Thank God that it was still edible even though we ran so many times and carried it for so long. LOL. I don't know how to close that box. Lol. Neither can I do pull-ups. Ok, after that went to her room and 'studied'. We practically slacked the whole afternoon crapping around and doing lame stuff. From 1+pm to 4+pm. Haha. After that, at around 5, we went to Thomson Plaza to walk around and look for ice-cream. We walked all around and we decided to buy 1 box of ice-cream, there were like 4 inside. 2 cookies and cream and 2 chocolate. So we decided to take 1 of each. 2 ice-cream cones ok. We found a bench to sit on, I guess that place is the place where weird people go to, because nearly all the people who walked past us were weird. I did some funny thing with the ice-cream when I tried eating it which made Michelle laugh till she couldn't even stand. But I like making people laugh ok. Lol! After eating, Michelle helped me unfold the box and I actually brought it home. LOL. Then she sent me off to the bus-stop. Thanks:D. While waiting for the bus, we crapped again and there was this weird person like, AGAIN. Bus came. about 98% of the people at the bus-stop boarded 163. O-K. The bus was like an oven. I was seriously being baked or grilled. Home. My brother was really happy using the computer. After resting for awhile, my parents came back, then out again. Now, I'm home. Going to revise later. I can't study history nor maths. Both my books are with Shingpheng. Getting them from her tomorrow. Well, today was fun.(: . Wednesday-Monday. I have about 1 day left to finish my revision. Bring it on! No comp tomorrow unless I really need to use it. I'll switch it on for music. Other then that, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059219395537507778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RjX1PD_HlcI/AAAAAAAAACs/7gjv22kudos/s320/DSC01972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                              Chocolate!Michelle's is the one with some of the cone bitten off&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059219399832475090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RjX1PT_HldI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VcN6eb9VCAI/s320/DSC01973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                 Mine and Michelle's. I eat slow=.=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059219399832475106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RjX1PT_HleI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9W98GJqiKtc/s320/DSC01974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                         It's hollow, mine had to chocolate at the end.haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059219404127442418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RjX1Pj_HlfI/AAAAAAAAADE/N_vZ76fpfhw/s320/DSC01975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                        Mine was not very hollow=.=&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059219408422409730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RjX1Pz_HlgI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Iav1um9kmo/s320/DSC01976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                  Such a simple picture taken when I was crossing the road.Simple but nice.&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/23859398-3030803442660048419?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/3030803442660048419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=3030803442660048419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3030803442660048419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3030803442660048419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-here-to-blog-because-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RjX1PD_HlcI/AAAAAAAAACs/7gjv22kudos/s72-c/DSC01972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-4410774529021565561</id><published>2007-04-29T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T19:29:34.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s work hard(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the rest day. My dad had just came back, so today we went to taka again. Went to check out on some phone and then went to eat. Nice food+family= laughters. Why? My bro just had to start crapping, then my parents also and how can I not crap. Haha! So we spent around 1 hour plus in the restaurant laughing and laughing and eating. Then after we ate, we decided to walk around. My mum and I just can't not buy something, so I bought 1 top, 1 half jacket and 1 long sleeve shirt from Fox. My mum said that I might as well not buy the sweater I wanted because we're living in Singapore. Ok, fine. I admit, Singapore is practically an oven everyday. So, what I'm waiting for and looking forward to after this exam, The Great Singapore Sale!(shop till you drop), movie marathons, outings. For now, I'm going to mug till my max. I'm glad to see people mugging till 3+, because, I mugged till 3+ yesterday too. So, at least we would be able to call each other:D. Watched Sunshine just now. Trust me, not a movie to watch. Everyone dies in the end.=.=. Now, after one whole day of rest and shopping and even a movie, now, HELLO BOOKS! I'm taking a break from maths and saying hello to history. Maybe later in the night, I'm going to start on maths again and refresh myself. All the best to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those who have given me encouragement! Stella and Nurul, let's work hard together yeah, I know I'm going to fail Maths already, but I'll make sure I won't fail badly. Thanks for giving me encouragement:)  Jiayou! Late night muggers:D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-4410774529021565561?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/4410774529021565561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=4410774529021565561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/4410774529021565561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/4410774529021565561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-was-rest-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8420026351727224570</id><published>2007-04-29T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T02:19:54.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugmugmug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/915327/image-upload-19-792734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/569037/image-upload-19-792734.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's 2.15 a.m and here i am practising maths.with my pillow,my bolsters my blanket,my bed,my pencil case,n of course,the books.i'm heading for sleep at 3+.for now,faster do more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8420026351727224570?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8420026351727224570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8420026351727224570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8420026351727224570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8420026351727224570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/mugmugmug.html' title='Mugmugmug'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-5234070390671932573</id><published>2007-04-28T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:17:05.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH CHOO! I think I'm having flu. At this time. Argh! What great timing. Tired. All my sentences are so short. Anyways, today, I couldn't go for service and dental appointment was cancelled because the dentist said that it's still too early. I did a little bit here and there today. Practically breathing,eating and sleeping maths. My brain is so full of numbers and questions and the music I was listening to just now. Haha. So tired. I think I'm going to stay up today and try Nurul's method of studying. See whether anything gets into my head. I have been irritated and angry at something for the whole day, but I really don't know what or who. After I've settled down and stuff like that, my brother had to come bursting into the room kicking the chair everywhere and banging the table to vent his anger. He screamed at me, I ignored. He screamed again, I said in an irritated tone,"I already settled down and all that,then you come in banging the table and kicking the chair." Then a quarrel started, not something I want to talk about. Then, I finally got my bro to do his work and I did maths. Did some exercise to get my mind off of work and something I've been thinking about the whole day. Then, went to the airport to fetch papa. Now I think online shopping is a great help, but shopping on our own outside is just as fun. oh well, back to the books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been thinking and thinking so much.have you ever missed someone even though it's just been a short while since you talked to the person?i am and have.have you ever cared about what someone was thinking all the time?i am and have.i dunno,but..it's just different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-5234070390671932573?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/5234070390671932573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=5234070390671932573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5234070390671932573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5234070390671932573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/ah-choo-i-think-im-having-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-1277996716832538723</id><published>2007-04-27T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:04:47.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all, I guess today was a good day. I just did Stella's test. I failed it. I guess I fail any test I take. LOL! Stella failed mine too. LALALA! Ok, so I'm hopeless for maths, but Stella Tan, the great philosopher said,"during times of hopelessness is where you find hope.dont worry too much about maths la..buck up and your grades will pull up." Haha. Thanks yeah.(:. I know that even if I get 100 for common test, I would just scrape a pass. So, I'm going to fail for sure, but I'm going to fail not as badly. I'll make sure of that. After common tests, it's time I get maths tuition. So, I can count myself safe for english, history and geog. I'm not exactly satisfied with science. B4, I can try my best to hit an A. That goes for the rest of my subjects except Maths and Chinese. At least the rest of my subjects would be able to cover for my failure in maths and maybe a C in chinese, but I'm trying to get at least B for chinese. Group study after school was not exactly of a big help. Michelle and Chewmin went to go photocopy something, so it was left with the 3 of us, Nurul, Stella and me. We all have a failing mark for now, mine, the worst. So we had no clue about what we were doing asking each other things and all the replies would be," I don't know." Funny. So we decided to talk about other things and about our results and stuff. After Michelle and Chewmin came back, walked to the bus-stop with them and bused home with chewmin. Finally, home sweet home. Showered and had tuition. Then com. Studying later. Guess what subject, oh, my 'favourite', Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just for awhile,stress yourself for awhile. The results will come out later. You reap what you sow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-1277996716832538723?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/1277996716832538723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=1277996716832538723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1277996716832538723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1277996716832538723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-all-i-guess-today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-863038692116567474</id><published>2007-04-26T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:10:29.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess today was alright. Got 47/65 for science test. I guess I really have to start taking my future very seriously. The day just flew by like that. I guess school is like that when you just go through it, trying to treasure every moment, but every single second passes just oh-so quickly. Haha. Art, Mr Lau didn't come and a freaking irritating teacher had to relief us. Oh, and I didn't know THROWING RUBBISH INTO THE BIN WAS ILLEGAL! I raised my hand because I needed to go to the toilet. But, he couldn't see my arm. So I went to the front to ask him. That Mr Lee person didn't let me go. So, I didn't go. And later, he said that I didn't need to go to the toilet. REWIND! You didn't let me go to the toilet and asked me to go back to my seat 3 TIMES. If I do it in class, or get some kind of kidney problem, I'm going to sue him. Making me hold my pee for over 40 mins. Later, I went to throw rubbish away. Then, he asked me to stand in front. I was like," say wha?" He said stand there. Hello, there're a lot of theres. And he told the class what I did wrong. I threw rubbish and got out of my seat without permission. He was not even teaching. Later, I decided to rest and lean on the board, because standing in front was a chore. Oh, that's wrong too. He explained to the class what I did wrong again. He asked me to stand there again. I was like,"where?" Asking that is wrong also, he sent me out of the class, then he said stand there again. Then, he asked me to go back to my seat. URGH! Thanks all for fighting for my rights. LOL! After music, nearly all the girls went to the toilet. HAHA! And CME was so crappy. I was what? Ah, Victoria number 3. =.=. Ok, Mrs Gan kept pulling me back and front. Then, lunch in school and then MRT, and then bubble tea, and then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think nearly the whole class was traumatized by what happened. We feel so insecure because we don't know who is going to fend for us now. Some of us don't even dare to go for this coming camp. I don't understand why other classes despise us so much when we didn't even do anything to them. When you teachers just had to compare. You just had to compare and had to voice out your comparisons. The time mrs gn told us that it was going to be alright.you just pressed us down and made us remember of what happened the past year. do you know how many people you hurt yesterday. you were not talking to just one person, oh no, you were talking to the whole of 2faith2007, who was once 1faith2006. who had experienced something no one else in the school has experienced before.discriminated,pressed down,dis-heartened,so many words of agony can be used to describe what those 3-days and 2 nights did to us.Now, i wonder, what would this year's three 3 days and 2 nights would do to us.would it happen again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to 2faith, let's be united and if anything happens, we'll go through it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-863038692116567474?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/863038692116567474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=863038692116567474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/863038692116567474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/863038692116567474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-guess-today-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-3418466279774665625</id><published>2007-04-26T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:31:06.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"chromatography"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/49665/image-upload-1-766026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/667315/image-upload-1-766026.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is xueni's work.enjoy!lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-3418466279774665625?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/3418466279774665625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=3418466279774665625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3418466279774665625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3418466279774665625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-xuenis-work.html' title='&amp;quot;chromatography&amp;quot;'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8027101243186108930</id><published>2007-04-25T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:24:55.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Whoa. That's all I can say. I've been so filled with things and it's still not the time to let out a sigh of relief. Common tests are less than 1 week away. I guess what Ms Tay said is true. We didn't give Mr Lau a chance, we had high expectations of him. We didn't accept him with an open mind. Sorry Mr Lau. I won't say that everyone is under-achieving,but I sure am. With my T-score of 237, and all I did in primary school, what made me drop to what I am today? Buck up! The time I actually looked forward to school on Monday, turned out crushed. Anyways, I should just not look forward to school now. I should just let the day come as it is and hope for the best and prepare for the worst. Yesterday was not very good with the chocolate thing. I didn't bring the recipe. Sorry! At least we tried. There was one that really turned out as chocolate, but it was all wrong because of the coffee beans inside the chocolate. Today, the morning was not really good, but I guess the day turned out well after that. Thank God. Stella and I went to check on the choco and the one in the freezer was erm, ice. The one in the fridge was chocolate. It was a failed attempt, but at least we MADE THE CHOCOLATE. LOL! That's without a recipe ok. Haha. After that, walked Stella to the interchange and rushed off to meet Michelle and Shingpheng. They just bought their food. So I went to get my food also. After I finished most of my food, there was still quite some food left, so, Michelle Wong decided to feed me. Then according to Shingpheng she doesn't know how to feed, so she fed me too. They practically took turns feeding me. Doing all sorts of weird things like aeroplane and stuff like that. I'm used to doing all those kinds of stuff. Not people doing it to me. But, haha, we did have fun. Or maybe they did. Lol. After that, we went to bubble tea and treated each other. I treated Shingpheng, Shingpheng treated Michelle and Michelle treated me. How lame can this get. LOL! But you guys helped me relief stress. Then home! Oh yes, Geography in the humans room rocks! I love cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057293334633485698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Ri8dfj_HlYI/AAAAAAAAACM/tTU8660yIDM/s320/DSC01942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057293334633485714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Ri8dfj_HlZI/AAAAAAAAACU/wyzcUfsiTys/s320/DSC01943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057293974583612850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Ri8eEz_HlbI/AAAAAAAAACk/5xo9DH9vmf8/s320/DSC01944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It happened before. you know it did. i won't leave, trust me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8027101243186108930?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8027101243186108930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8027101243186108930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8027101243186108930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8027101243186108930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Ri8dfj_HlYI/AAAAAAAAACM/tTU8660yIDM/s72-c/DSC01942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-1694159976638302051</id><published>2007-04-23T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:37:17.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think i'm the worst friend on earth.i think that i'm evil.i think i should go and die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-1694159976638302051?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/1694159976638302051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=1694159976638302051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1694159976638302051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1694159976638302051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-im-worst-friend-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-6254516693260432433</id><published>2007-04-22T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:47:56.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress whacky day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/347372/image-upload-9-776286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/332543/image-upload-9-776286.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That my bro.HAHA.it's dress whacky day for us.i'm wearing a weird elephant tee with a tail on the back.LOL.this is lame.proper post later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-6254516693260432433?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6254516693260432433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=6254516693260432433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6254516693260432433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6254516693260432433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/dress-whacky-day.html' title='Dress whacky day'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-998322116812648761</id><published>2007-04-20T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:29:31.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so worn out and so relieved that it is finally the end of the week! Gosh, what a tiring week. The thought of common tests being barely 2 weeks away gives me a headache and I get more and more worried. I've been going home late practically everyday. So, to get my mind relaxed for a little, tomorrow, will be the last service with northwest and all 1st service people. Also, it will be the last service with Ruth. I really hope she'll come. She'll be moving to tertiary after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ruth: I'll keep you in prayer, no matter what happens, I'll definitely see you at the finish line. You've been someone who has impacted my life. You gave me encouragement went I said," No, I can't." You are a great leader and you definitely love your people. Thank God for you Ruth, for all the things you did, not only for me, for God too, and his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy new bag and new water bottle on Sunday. With my family. Hmm, maybe my mum will be in the shopping mood, but she says that it's not advisable to buy too much stuff because we're moving soon. Buy after we move. I think my arm has a problem. It keeps having severe pains at the shoulder. Argh. I feel like going for a swim to cool down. This whole week has been hectic, netball stops next week because of common tests. I've been quite contented though, no matter how stressed the week was. Friends have been making my stressed life a nice one. No matter how stressed I am, there're always encouragements and people going through this with me. Thank God for all my friends. Shall I name? Of course. Michelle Wong, Stella Tan, May Lee, Geraldine Neo, Shingpheng, Xueni, Chew min, TheNetballers, JoeyOng, Joan Chua, Jixin, er.. oh man..there are loads. Oh well, and the rest. You people know who you are:P. Ok, may blog later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's great having you around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-998322116812648761?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/998322116812648761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=998322116812648761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/998322116812648761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/998322116812648761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-so-worn-out-and-so-relieved-that.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-7377827455046870508</id><published>2007-04-15T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:24:50.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maybe that&apos;s what i fear.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was just plain scary can. Before I slept, watched 'Bring It On' and 'Jumanji' with my mum and bro. Haven't watched these two movies for so long! Haha! "you do what you do, you cheeeeer torance. Cheeeeer." LOL! And I have the vcd of that movie. After that, we just couldn't get enough of the tee-vee, so we watched spongebob squarepants. All of us laughed. After that, my brother and I decided to sleep. I slept at 12+a.m. Something happened at around 3+ if i'm not wrong. Didn't check the time. I was disturbed in my sleep, after hearing someone's voice. It was a woman's voice. She said a few things and then screamed. She kept shouting at, from what I heard, a man. Screaming things like, " You don't care!" Somehow, the argument didn't really affect me because I turned my focus to getting back to sleep. After she screamed at the guy, her voice toned down a little. I heard the guy snatch something from her. She screamed again, screaming all sorts of things at the guy. The guy didn't talk, he remained silent throughout. After awhile, he pulled her away, I heard their footsteps fade. The girl, reluctantly following the guy, the guy most likely pulling her aggressively. They sounded like a young couple. I thought, what if I had looked out? I lay on my bed, not moving at all, throughout the whole thing, I did not move. As I thought of this, I slowly fell asleep again. The scary thing was, my bed is next to the window. That's all. Today is a new day to be filled. Haha. Let's see whether I can get the things I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-7377827455046870508?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7377827455046870508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=7377827455046870508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7377827455046870508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7377827455046870508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-night-was-just-plain-scary-can.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-2519390749422386075</id><published>2007-04-14T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:18:55.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and white</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/29490/image-upload-15-733443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/385925/image-upload-15-733443.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My teeth are now BLACK AND WHITE. Haha! Black and white i tell ya! Ok. Random but this is what i did today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-2519390749422386075?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2519390749422386075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=2519390749422386075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2519390749422386075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2519390749422386075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/black-and-white.html' title='Black and white'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8930243211833507631</id><published>2007-04-13T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:26:46.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was weird. OH YES! I SAW MAY LEE LING HUI! :D. She rocks! It's been a long time since someone messed my hair! But still, after thinking, which day isn't? Haha! I guess the day was alright until after school. Conflicts. Then, before netball. Crapped and walked and walked and crapped. Something weird happened too. Netball training was alright under the rain. Nono! Training under the rain was nice! It's so fun getting yourself drenched. I realised that rainwater makes you stink. Gym was alright. Lost a few calories, gaining them again after that. Lols! So the rain prevented Gwen and I from getting to the interchange. The rest followed Liyana and her dad. So I told Gwen,"Come gwen! I taxi with you!" She was like laughing! She was going mad because the school was going to close in like 5 minutes.Thank god the taxi came. Oh, from our school to the interchange, it cost the both of us $8.80. I was like ,"say wha?!" Then finally home sweet home at 7.30p.m. I was too tired to do anyting. My arms were like jelly and my legs were dead? I bathed and looked for my black marker. I couldn't find it, so, no art! I was too tired to draw stupid barcodes anyway. SLEEP! Today was alright I guess. SHUTTER! The bazaar was nice. The fries took such a long time. There's something called first come first serve. Ate during maths. Openly. Mr Ng just looked and smiled. Lol. Chapel was alright I guess. Haha! We went to the hall to watch the Flame dancers. Er, I don't know whether they'll do well for SYF but anyways. Go figure. Stayed back, GB girls had interview waited for them. Haha. All the best! Then J8 then taxi home. Tuition and then com. Chatted about lame stuff. And now, SLEEP. Ok, not yet. Talking on the phone with Michelle Wong. She's falling asleep=.=. Okay, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8930243211833507631?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8930243211833507631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8930243211833507631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8930243211833507631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8930243211833507631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-4578329751500133908</id><published>2007-04-11T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:39:57.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll hold it in.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so,it is true and very true that a lot of people don't understand me from what i've seen today. my dad, he came in thinking i was angry.someone thought something and kehui doesn't understand me.so many people don't get what i say most of the time.haha.maybe it is true that it is hard to understand me.well,my dad told me something,"whether you are angry or happy,you still have to work,better to be happy right?" i agree with my dad.i'd rather not sulk over something day by day and suffer.sometimes though,it's impossible.today,i really took that break.it started with one tear and then it just flowed out.at least i can release.oh well,humans make mistakes.i give up on art and now i'm looking for liquid paper.argh.i should go take a warm shower and retreat to my bed.to sleep,it allows me to forget everything for those few hours.thank God for sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-4578329751500133908?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/4578329751500133908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=4578329751500133908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/4578329751500133908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/4578329751500133908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/soit-is-true-and-very-true-that-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8799463387451944631</id><published>2007-04-11T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:44:41.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been kind of busy these few days. I still have yet to do art. ARGH! I mean, art homework? Lol. I've been worn out and I've been doing a lot of thinking too. It's been late nights and early mornings for me. Monday, PE. Did 5-item circuit thingy. I had to do the shuttle run thing. My legs were jelly lah. If I couldn't finish before 11 seconds, all the girls will have to do push-ups. Lols. Thank God I did it before 11 seconds. I think i'm going to flunk my chinese test. Ah! It's another test which I depended on general knowledge on. Oh man. Better focus! Ok, after that, study period, english then end, then something stupid had to happen to me at the bus-stop. At least I made people laugh. Tuesday, change of time table. History for the first 2 periods of the day 'rocks' man. I was only 1/4 awake after the lesson. After history, had english. We did our presentation wrongly so didn't present. After recess was home ec. My general knowledge has gotten me a 17 1/2! HAHA! This is what I call a miracle man. Oh well, it shows that I pay attention, sort of. Haha! Maths and science. Maths is really my worst and weakest subject. I mean, it's worse than art! oh man. Science, I'm sitting with owner! yeah! First time sitting with owner in class. Haha. End of school, changed to pe, walked around. Seniors know about the lost key. Library. Netball. Home. Lol. How brief can this get. anyways, today, assembly, a new time table again. It's been 3 changes in 3 days. All the lessons were double period. English, we did our presentation. After recess was science and then geog. We were hoping for the humanities room, but no, we had to move to room 19. Test. I'm hoping for the best and and preparing for the worst. oh well, life is always like that isn't it. Went to look for a shop to make our jersey. Finally found thee store. Whew. Finally. Took 93 back home. Walked home. Tired and I still have art. Argh. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yin wei xin ji shi tiao zai zuo bian, ni ke yi zou zai wo zuo bian ma?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8799463387451944631?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8799463387451944631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8799463387451944631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8799463387451944631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8799463387451944631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-been-kind-of-busy-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-2157959990939583477</id><published>2007-04-08T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:59:35.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ai mei rang ren bian de tan xin.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First things first, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINGPHENG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050963833723334690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rhig2HpssCI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ida-8wY8g28/s320/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though you're birthday was not something you expected it to be, but well, let's not have high expectations of things and expect everything in life to be smooth sailing and perfect. There will be downs in life. Let's always take things in with an open mind yeah. (: . Cheer up girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been super tired since yesterday, though we only sat down and cut bottles yesterday, I was really really exhausted. Maybe it's because I really sat down for too long. Not only that, I actually focused. It's been a long long long time since I put so much focus on one thing. Sorry Jixin and Stella for not helping to cut at the end. JIXIN!MUST TAKE CARE OF YOUR FINGER!Some of us got so tired that we started leaning on the walls and on each other. Haha. Some lied down and stuff like that. The place practically turned into something like our home.After CIP, outing with Nurul and Stella! It was kind of messy and tiring, but it was fun! Nurul is still going gaga over that 'hot' guy. HAHA. So funny. I've got a lot of things I want to get, time to save save save. I can't wait for June. I'll clear my wardrobe and old things out! Haha. Mega shopping spree. Not forgetting the movie marathon. I want my June to be filled with more exciting things. LOL. Maybe I should try something new. Let me go check on my new year resolutions once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, PICS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050926690846158770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rhh_EHpsr7I/AAAAAAAAABM/Wpw6KlHuweg/s320/DSC01859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050926690846158786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rhh_EHpsr8I/AAAAAAAAABU/RWvnnO8MKgc/s320/DSC01861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050927356566089730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rhh_q3pssAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vxxXeaeI3yc/s320/DSC01862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050926695141126098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rhh_EXpsr9I/AAAAAAAAABc/H3pLPVWUabE/s320/DSC01873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050926703731060722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rhh_E3psr_I/AAAAAAAAABs/3uFA78DfJ3U/s320/DSC01878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050927356566089746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rhh_q3pssBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ggw7DPVGTrA/s320/DSC01876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-2157959990939583477?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2157959990939583477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=2157959990939583477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2157959990939583477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2157959990939583477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-things-first-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/Rhig2HpssCI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ida-8wY8g28/s72-c/DSC00039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-4005504714377405035</id><published>2007-04-06T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:41:50.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;All that is off my mind. Sorry all for sounding so emo and pissed. Today, did tuition homework and then went to northpoint to meet Stella to get presents and stuff that we want. So, I've only seen one bag which is like super nice. The one in Suntec. Continue searching! Stella says that I sound as if my bag can't be used. Maybe my bag is like that because of how I take care of it. Haha. After outing with Stella, rushed home for tuition. Tuition, and then dinner. And then home again. Came online and here I am with nothing better to do. CIP tomorrow. At least we don't have to wake up early in the morning. Not only is it CIP, it's ShingPheng's Birthday!I'm gonna make a late dedication to my ex-shepherd, Geraldine Neo!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050340737047900050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RhZqJHpsr5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RRV6Lzeu7Nc/s320/pics+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey there!Happy Belated Sweet 16!Still remember how many lame things we did together? Haha. Really miss those times now. Look at this pic, I had not put my braces on. Haha. You really helped me grow and helped me become who I am today. I have fallen many times, but you reminded me that I need to stand up. It's really nice having you around. Sorry for making you go through so much trouble and I know that when you had me as a sheep, it was really tough. Haha. Though you didn't have a proper birthday, many people out there still love you and remembered that 5april is your special day! You will be remembered always!Loveya loads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-4005504714377405035?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/4005504714377405035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=4005504714377405035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/4005504714377405035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/4005504714377405035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-that-is-off-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RhZqJHpsr5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RRV6Lzeu7Nc/s72-c/pics+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8562508350811077140</id><published>2007-04-06T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T10:52:22.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is done cannot be undone.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good friday. Today. Going out for awhile later. By myself(: . If someone could come along, it would be nice. Anyways, yesterday sucked. School was kind of alright. After school was really fksdljgasf. Ok, I'll just get to the point, I lost the netball key. ARGH! I'm so pissed at myself. I'm sure the rest were pissed at me just that they didn't want to say it out. After all that, went home. After I went home, something else had to come up. I cried like esmklfnsa. It made me think of the past. It made me remember how I regret. How I still regret even now. It makes me think of how cruel I was. It will never be the same again, not ever. That's life I guess. I went to sleep after that, so many things going through my mind. It's been a long time since I cried myself to sleep. Today, my eyes were swollen like crap. After that managed to make it like not so swollen and red. I shall forget. I don't know how to forgive myself though. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;我找不到比你更好的人,现在我真的很后悔.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8562508350811077140?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8562508350811077140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8562508350811077140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8562508350811077140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8562508350811077140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8475975460052489041</id><published>2007-04-04T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:41:43.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If only I had met you first.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really lazy to blog nowadays. School has been normal. I can't really remember what happened in school actually. Haha! I've been really tied up with activities. Everything seems to be crashing down now. It's like a super hailstorm. Monday, had 2.4k.m run. The time of the month had to come now. Not only that, I was sick. Breathing difficulty, running nose, cough, fever etc etc. I was thinking ' you want me to run?NOW?!'. My stamina was worse than usual, my water bottle had to be with me if not I'll fall flat on the floor, but it added to the weight. I finished with a timing of 16:07, if I'm not wrong. It's way way way off. Haha. At least I passed. I was going to vomit but nothing came out because I didn't eat anything. Was tired like esafhlehasklvnejnaw! Urgh. Sweaty and smelly again. We finished 'The OTHERS'. I think the movie rocks. The whole class screamed! Haha. OH YEAH! Now i remember what i did after school, home ec test. I depended on something called general knowledge. I didn't study at all. Thanks to my poor memory. I didn't bring the stupid book home. Mr lau was like," Cass, look at the cartoon.". He drew a cartoon saying 'should have studied. Urgh. After that, had lunch and then home. Tuesday, boring day. Seriously boring. Haha. Joan and I were like laming in Home ec. You can't blame us, it was REALLY BORING. After that, had netball. Was really slack. We tried different strategies. I felt super sick. Netball bonding. Then, home! Today, I think the skit today was not as good as on Monday and Tuesday. Neither was the presentation. Maths? Boring. Didn't get a single thing. English, watched the others again, the front part, where it was unclear in the classroom. Science, was kind of boring actually, but at least I understood. I'm bad at drawing! Music, I think Mrs Lim is nice. Haha, reminds me of the time I defended her. She said," Eh, Cassandra, stop blocking me, if not I'll give you detention.". After she said that, she suddenly ran out and I missed the ball. No fair. Haha. Well, she's no different from me, I'm failing maths like crazy. Dying already. I feel like giving up, but I know I can't. It's my future, not some other person's. Time to get my head into the books. Lunch at yoshinoya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I had met you first. I don't know what makes me feel like this, I want to turn away, but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8475975460052489041?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8475975460052489041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8475975460052489041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8475975460052489041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8475975460052489041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-really-lazy-to-blog-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-2621039141046837724</id><published>2007-04-01T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:42:04.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so lazy to blog nowadays.feeling so sick,so lost,so..BORED.yet,my life has been exciting.thursday,we went around looking for a shop to make our jersey.the first shop we went to,all of us were thinking,"can you just shut up and listen to us?".the guy tending the shop was ekrsajglaj;wjgjawerkl annoying,keeps telling us about whatever crap he's been through and telling us what to do with our jersey when it is OUR jersey and he's just printing for us.argh.then after that,went to amk hub to look for our matching shorts.gwen had gone off,so those remaining were,nurul,eunice,liy,iqa and me.the rest went to try the shorts while liy and i waited outside.i can't believe 3 of them went in at once.there was barely any space=.=.then after that,we bought donuts and stuff and then followed iqa to school then home sweet home.friday,er..let me look at the timetable.i don't really remember what happened.mother tongue.nothing interesting i guess.english,watched the others.i think it's super super nice!went to the front to watch from the tiny little computer monitor.nurul and eunice came too.the rest were standing up.lols.i mean,they could remove the tables and we could all sit together.lol.then recess,i remembered eating very little because i had no appetite.then maths.oh yeah,my maths results rock lah.i got 1/20 because he cut 7 marks off the total.i got 0 before.my maths is spiralling down.haha,when i reach the bottom,i'm so dead.i feel that mr ng can't teach and he's pushing everything to us.whatever man.i'm going for tuition.i don't or can't understand a single thing in class.after that was chapel.the way the speaker preached was like pastor jeff.reminds me of embarrassing moments.ok,nevermind.don't want to remember the past so much.then,went to clean ms tay's classroom.that's the cause of my cough.all the dust.YUCK!can't stand it.especially the projector.then,walked to interchange and had lunch with michelle.even though i was late.well,i was dead hungry anyway.then,shingpheng,her cousin and her cousin's friend came.it felt weird,but nevermind.sorry shingpheng,for messing everything up.then home,then tuition.can't believe i couldn't even take a bath.then,after tuition my bro just had to rush for the com.whatever.saturday.CIP.i think it was fun.well,had a little misunderstanding with the other group.but anyways,overall it was fun and we collected quite a lot.some person gave us a lot of things.then,after CIP,went to eat lunch with stella at meridien.i didn't take anything spicy thanks to my sore throat.how can korean food be without spicy.then,ate yami yogurt!it's been a long time since i ate it.yummaye!then,walked around centrepoint.got a few things and then went for service.we actually planned to leave after praise and worship.but something made us stay.i didn't pay attention during sermon and have no recollection of it now,but there was something that still touched me.so what if the people are indifferent?i guess God was happy.to worship again,it felt good.i sang my lungs out.i think i was shouting the songs more than singing.after service,went home with geraldine and stella.after i came home, i had to be petrified by a question i've never faced before in my life.i was really surprised you asked me that.haha.but whatever.watched devil beside you.i think it's damn nice.and i finished it today=.=.20 episodes only.haha.temporary happiness.today,april fool's.it was,really boring.in fact,it's the worse april fool's ever.i couldn't even prank anyone.ok,i didn't bother to.no spirit.joey pranked me,and only joey pranked me.haha.where was the time i could prank so many people.where's the time so many people tried pranking me.it's all gone.how many people care that april fool's day exist?i think that april fool's day is a day where we can really laugh and even laugh at ourselves.today,wasn't a very happy day.thanks joey!lols.i've still got loads to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only God and i will know the truth.i think we're fading apart.but i guess you don't care.you seem to want it.so,it shall be that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-2621039141046837724?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-315062673387045444</id><published>2007-03-28T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:51:24.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='After the strong waves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comes the calm sea.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was kind of ordinary, or too ordinary. In fact, it was so ordinary that is was a really happy day. So, started out with a lonely bus ride again. Not exactly, I have my music with me. It's a need for me. Met Michelle, Chewmin, ShingPheng and Xueni at locker, because Xueni had to pack her locker. I woke up with a heavy head. After that, the rest went to the toilet while Eunice and I went to the canteen. I bought milk again. After what happened to my shoulder yesterday, I promised myself that I would drink more milk. Then just sat around to wait for the bell to ring, next was assembly. I was expecting a boring, slacky assembly, but Mrs Chua had to be there screaming and screaming and screaming. So, no sleeping during assembly. There was a talk by Ms Tay about GRACE. Then, hair and attire check. Everyone was clipping here and there, pulling here and there. Everyone was so called 'transformed' like what Stella said. I wasn't caught. whew. Mr Lau just had to tell the guys that the teachers checked the girls' ***. He just had to. Then, English. We spent one period standing outside Ms Chye's homeroom. Stella and I went to look for a few teachers, including the relief teacher for our class who was really really really late. After one period of sweating and fanning, we got into the class. Someone pried the door open. Then, watched some video. The relief teacher took a long time to load it. Then Mrs Lim caught us for using our phones in class, she just gave us a warning. After English was recess. Recess was as per normal, unhealthy day, so ate fried stuff. After that, Art. Mr Lau blasted music. He had to lower the volume when there were vulgarities. No more fun. HAHA. He was too late a few times. Too bad Mr Lau. Lol. Then had history. It's the lesson for people to sleep. It's really really extremely,BORING! ok, so skip that. Next was science, science was alright, good bye bio, hello physics. Ah!!! I hate physics. Talked about some mirror thing and crapped with Ms Tay since she was like right in front of me. Then end of the day! The rest bought food, i drank pink guava juice. Xueni and Michelle changed bag for the whole day, and guess what, THEY FORGOT TO CHANGE BACK. I realised it:P. Xueni and Chewmin came from the bus-stop and we stopped walking.We both realised it at the same time. It was damn funny. Ok, conclusion, DON'T CHANGE BAG. Walked to interchange and home sweet home. Wanted to sleep but couldn't. The rain had to stop when I reached home. Everyone just had to disturb me. So I just decided to do some exercise and wake up. Was then called to go down to Bishan by none other then Stella Tan. Haha. She forgot to bring her key. But it was a nice time of talking and looking around for whatever we need. Had dinner out too. I guess it was a nice way to end a day. Then came home at around 7. 20p.m. Haha. Stella, step in,step out. Thanks for waiting with me=). And the train was really crowded anyway. Lol. Well, that's my ordinary, yet extraordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll catch you when you fall. Hope you catch me too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-315062673387045444?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/315062673387045444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=315062673387045444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/315062673387045444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/315062673387045444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-was-kind-of-ordinary-or-too.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-7830718784899924514</id><published>2007-03-27T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:41:45.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twists do happen.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today started out alright and ended off quite quickly.so,stella did commanding again today.you did much much better=).then,geog.i don't think i listened in class.oh yeah!i did,i was drawing and copying like mad.then,english.english was spent standing up for at least 10 mins and then doing the review thing.stupid reading task,forcing people to read what does not interest them.some of the stories barely even make sense.ok,then recess.eateateat,drinkdrinkdrink,packpackpack,locker then science.ms tay didn't come,she was on mc,some relief teacher who we barely noticed came to relief my class.45 mins was spent laming and taking pics.especially with that one straight line and jixin.then,after science was what?oh,home econs.home econs is always fun with joan and shingpheng around.they are super funny.stupid time plan and all that,i took a really long time to do it and mrs tham said it had to be detailed.like wow.i had to write every single thing and i have to bring nearly all the ingredients by myself.great.go get this this this this this this this by yourself.then,went to mrs ruth wong's class to wait for the rest.waited and helped them till 1.40p.m.the class started on the test already and we had to stay back to continue.i knew nuts about the test.i was dying,racking my brains for answers but all that was on my mind was..blank.i was alright yesterday,everything was in my brain,but today,everything just disappeared.then after maths test and all the comments about doing the test at the stairs,the netballers went to change.gym!yeah!ok,so slacked slacked slacked till 3.30p.m.it used to be the time we dreaded most,but now it's the time we look forward to most.so we did a lot in the gym.a lot of us dilligently did the 3 sets of 25.burnt off a lot of calories.then,we did half court.i played GD and sprained my arm.my bone moved backward then forward.i felt it.i went out of court straightaway.it was killing me.ok,the pain was bearable.then i rested.thanks all for caring=).eunice took over me,and nurul took over her.then,i played again.gwen can play GS huh.haha.after netball,locker time was really short and there was nearly no netball bonding time,everyone rushed off,except me.stupid jams.waited for my mum.mrs lim said that all students had like 5 mins to leave the school.yeah.and my mum came just on time.then went to buy dinner and then home sweet home.i think today and yesterday were slacky days,especially yesterday.came to school just for PE.can't believe it.at least the ending of yesterday was nice.had ice cream with stella,michelle and chewmin.thankyou stella for the treat=).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-7830718784899924514?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7830718784899924514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=7830718784899924514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7830718784899924514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7830718784899924514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-started-out-alright-and-ended-off.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8814649093824821684</id><published>2007-03-27T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T06:49:37.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/443186/image-upload-9-776529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/5594/image-upload-9-776529.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The picture above is my jelly with whipcream,in life,we have our jelly,topped off with the whipcream.think,what is the jelly in your life and the whipcream in your life?what i want to talk about next is how i feel.you know,i didn't stare at you.unless i accidently did.i did ever put myself in your shoes.when i did,i felt confused.i did not know what was going on,no one explained it to me from the start.i didn't tell both sides anything that was said from the other side.i didn't want to make things worse for both sides.but when i did that,i turned into someone bad.put yourself in my shoes for awhile.one side is nice to crap and lame with,i am closer to another because i came from there.i enjoyed being with you all,but you think otherwise.i don't know what made you think that i didn't.i don't know what i did to piss you off.since you don't like me asking,i shall just shut up.i don't know how you all couldn't see joy in me.but anyways,i hope we won't be enemies and at least schoolmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8814649093824821684?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8814649093824821684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8814649093824821684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8814649093824821684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8814649093824821684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-part.html' title='My part.'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-1342724831550889100</id><published>2007-03-23T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:55:01.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='well'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a decision has to be made.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my earlier post was from this morning.i was feeling super stressed in the morning.i waited outside the side gate,then i decided to just go inside the school.i sat at a table where no one could see me.i thought,whoever sees me first,i shall talk to whoever.so,i met joey and huaiying.then,i went to the hall and sat down,waiting,waiting,waiting.so,xueni,chewmin and shingpheng came up first,of course they would spot me,i was like in the middle of nowhere.then,they sat near me.then,chinese.i sat at the back.then,sat next to huaiying.then,english,sat with stella.then,recess,was one of the first few to go down.sat with the councillors at first,then after that xueni they all came.then,science,sat with kazim,ms tay told us about a website with a video about abortion.i think abortion is cruel,selfish and just plain horrible.it's worse than killing a life,it's a killing an innocent life which is totally harmless and can't even fight back.what did the baby ever do to be crushed like that.yuck.i watched the video just now,so freaked out.then,maths.sat next to huaiying again.they say that i'm two sided.but i really don't know what on earth to do.after that,chapel,sat next to natasha.sorry stella.i hope you'll forgive me.then,netball.i was alright and everything then i don't know what happened.ok,but nevermind.misunderstanding.anyways,netball competition.the seniors are leaving us and they are more than happy to leave.we have no coach,but we have the spirit.planned the netball tee and the juniors planned on our jersey.it's only half done.then,went home.took bus with eunice.then home.that was my day.i hope next week,i'll be able to decide on something,because,i'm tearing apart already.after the previous decision,now it's this.but well,this is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess my decision is nearly made actually.both groups have their pros and cons,but,i have to make this decision.can anyone help me?because everytime i think that monday is coming or the next day of school is coming,i feel like killing myself.yeah.that is what i think every morning,but what the heck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-1342724831550889100?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/1342724831550889100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=1342724831550889100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1342724831550889100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1342724831550889100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-earlier-post-was-from-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-2185319081464082262</id><published>2007-03-23T06:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T06:44:30.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stand it no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/195277/image-upload-1-765965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/333018/image-upload-1-765965.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am squeezed and pulled everyday.i'm not a rubberband,i'm a human with my own thinking and feelings.i'm not leaning to any side.i'm standing in the middle.u all can rant whatever u dislike about the other group to me,but i'm not going anywhere,i'm just going to continue to stand here,i'll go out with u all,but i won't join a group just because i dun like some things about another group.i am one of both groups.this is not being indecisive,this is my decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-2185319081464082262?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2185319081464082262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=2185319081464082262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2185319081464082262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2185319081464082262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-can-stand-it-no-more.html' title='I can&amp;#39;t stand it no more.'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-7291595708314725005</id><published>2007-03-22T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T18:50:37.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more pics at myspace.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today,school started out with,a hell lot of crap.i didn't buy the choco stuff and all that.urgh,what is past is past.anyways,then i was on the bus alone,i don't really mind that,i wanted to be alone anyway.went to school and school was boring,seriously.i think english was sort of scary,because ms chye really screamed at us.want to thank God for stella tan.i think geog was nice,ms khew was super nice lah.oh,and i think the class should learn how to SHUT THEIR MOUTHS UP AT THE RIGHT TIME.i was having a headache after all that noise.yadayada,after that was kinda boring,cme was lame because all our answers were super lame.lol.then after school,i had lunch with joey,huaiying,natasha,joan,renee and the rest,at swensons.it was super fun lah!4 of us shared a regular earthquake and 2 orders of fries.the food was nice and so was everything else.we were laughing like crazy and taking lame pics.after that,joey,huaiying and i went to the library.we were laughing like crazy again.it's damn funny if you were there.at least i made new friends.haha.then walked around j8.then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...pics! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RgJdisTnsxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yaW50vWmVGs/s1600-h/DSC01815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044697383198765842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="235" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RgJdisTnsxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yaW50vWmVGs/s320/DSC01815.JPG" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RgJdh8TnstI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kPuR_vJ_ar4/s1600-h/DSC01801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044697370313863890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RgJdh8TnstI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kPuR_vJ_ar4/s320/DSC01801.JPG" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RgJdiMTnsuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gHcaVcw5fvg/s1600-h/DSC01808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044697374608831202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="209" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RgJdiMTnsuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gHcaVcw5fvg/s320/DSC01808.JPG" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;netballers get hungry!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RgJdicTnswI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WVCmXjtbg5c/s1600-h/DSC01810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044697378903798530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RgJdicTnswI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WVCmXjtbg5c/s320/DSC01810.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RgJdicTnsvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4hxA-eJAyb8/s1600-h/DSC01811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044697378903798514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="197" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RgJdicTnsvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4hxA-eJAyb8/s320/DSC01811.JPG" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways,i feel like i rather not care now,since you all just ignore whatever i say.that's the thing i'm most unhappy with about you people.but,i can't force you all to notice anyway,so i'll just forget it,make life happier for you people,no more cassandra bugging you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-7291595708314725005?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7291595708314725005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=7291595708314725005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7291595708314725005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7291595708314725005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/todayschool-started-out-witha-hell-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVLQ1uZ4Rbs/RgJdisTnsxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yaW50vWmVGs/s72-c/DSC01815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-2584062833841458109</id><published>2007-03-20T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:23:44.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so after like 1 week+ of not updating this nearly dead thing,i decided to update today.i was too lazy to update and too busy to update.ALL the OUTINGS during the march hols were excellent!even when we had nothing to do,we found lame things to do.ah!when are we watching stomp the yard?!it's sosososososo nice!i want to watch!oh,and on monday,joey,huaiying and i met in macs to eat breakfast,and when i just came in,joey told me about the 23 thing.i was freaked out.oh man,the best way to start the day lah.lol!oh,HUAIYING WAS LATE.joey was like,"mr low is like,right lor,very right."i love crapping and laming with them.relieve stress.then we started going crazy about 23.then,MATCH!the seniors rock!25-8.then after that,went to see the house we bought again.4 floors everyday.no lift.but,i guess it's ok.during june/july,it's goodbye chewmin and joey ong kingkong,and hello natasha and joan.haha!isn't monday yesterday?oh yeah,it is!woot.too many things going on.so today,i guess i started this term in a weird way,let's just put it that way.even eunice and nurul could tell i looked stressed.so,for the whole day,i was looking forward to netball,i don't know why.anyways,had science practical,the first task was screwed,it was not lah,but there was not enough time.then the second task,i couldn't get the stupid temperature right.after recess was home econs!we worked in groups of four.so,joan,shingpheng,belinda and i worked together.we massaged the chicked and stuff like that,and it was nice!it was nice ok.joan was like,"what did we do to make ours so nice?"LOL!then when we were marinating the chicken,she was like,"this is not a game!" because we were mixing like the chicken was some toy.lol!joan is so motherly and funny.after that,netball.it rocked,it always does.NURUL'S PHONE DROPPED FOR THE FIRST TIME.congrats?sorry?lol.she was screaming like mad.then the netballers had BONDING TIME!lol!i was laughing like crazy.we ate/drank 40+++ packs of titbits and drinks.i have a pic of it,but i'll post it later on my phone.feels like we're one family.MOVIE MARATHON!can't wait.whose house???&lt;br /&gt;and i think paul lau should at least tag after reading people's blogs,it's courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;andand,MAY!WE HAVE TO GO ON A SHOPPING SPREE SOON!U OWE ME!&lt;br /&gt;andandand,common tests are coming soon,cassandra,get your head in studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't know why,but i feel the pain.even though we're not as close anymore,but i feel like it's all my fault that this is happening.and yet there's another thing,sometimes i feel what other people say is true.i feel like some coward or hypocrite.i feel like i'm stuck downright in the middle.i need to breathe.i don't know,i feel that there is something wrong with me.but,who cares anyway.who's going to be right next to me even when the sky falls?i'm glad i still have God.the one that pushed me on,the one that put me on my feet when i fell.carried me when i couldn't go on,gave me assurance when i needed it.during the time where i was down and low,so many people walked out.who would walk in?i really wonder who.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-2584062833841458109?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2584062833841458109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=2584062833841458109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2584062833841458109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2584062833841458109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-after-like-1-week-of-not-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-1988175222073675837</id><published>2007-03-11T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T10:09:15.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The furniture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/898380/image-upload-22-754887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/706285/image-upload-22-754887.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The 2 sofa sets we need to fit in our next house.and the last one is the piano i stopped playing and the sit-up thing.my passion for 200 at one go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-1988175222073675837?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/1988175222073675837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=1988175222073675837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1988175222073675837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/1988175222073675837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/furniture.html' title='The furniture'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8118639248669936251</id><published>2007-03-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:09:52.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hou hui.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to see 2 houses just now.the first one was too small.for 99 years,it's too expensive.the second house was at bartley road.the place is good,i mean,it's the place we were looking for.BUT,they rented out the place to a few students.then we don't know what kind of people they are.they smoke with the windows closed.i nearly suffered from an asthma attack.i can't,ever ever ever stand the smell of cigarettes.this time it's not one you know,but at least 20,from each room.freak.the whole house was full of that stink.the good thing is there are 4 rooms(just nice for each one of us) and each room has it's own toilet,except for one room where they have to use the toilet outside next to it.all in all,the size was ok.the problems were,the house was not bright enough and we don't even know who these people bring to the place.from what i saw in the rooms,it was not nice,at all.thank God my little sis did not follow.uncivilised people who don't even know how to take care of themselves,causing me to cough until now.and the first house we went to was cooking balachan,damn stinky and the smoke was everywhere.they should know they have a kitchen door for a reason.then,went to bukit timah to look at the apartment we'll be viewing on wednesday.not bad actually.i mean,i feel safe walking there at night and it seems nice.we'll have to see how the inside looks first.man,i wonder where we'll be moving to.&lt;br /&gt;i added more songs to the imeem playlist i just created this afternoon.i have the whole 'it started with a kiss soundtrack'!i love the songs man.super tired now.i want to go sleep,i don't want to end up sleeping at like 3a.m again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8118639248669936251?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8118639248669936251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8118639248669936251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8118639248669936251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8118639248669936251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-see-2-houses-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-7460473522560605008</id><published>2007-03-10T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:32:41.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so,what am i doing?sipping one tea,eating toast,uploading pics and updating songs.enjoying life?not!i'm bored to tears!though it's nice to relax.going to continue science litespeed after this.the tea's nice=D.OH SHIT!MY BREAD!...blog again later.&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;ok.continued.while i'm at home doing all thus,other ppl r out there having camps and going out.that's including my bro.haiz.later i'll go cycle.it's saturday and i'm stuck at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-7460473522560605008?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7460473522560605008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=7460473522560605008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7460473522560605008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7460473522560605008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/sowhat-am-i-doingsipping-one-teaeating.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8889142303568748142</id><published>2007-03-09T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:28:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok,so today was super funny.first authentic rocker's phone call.then after that chatted and chatted here and there.then after all that,e-learning all the way.super bored.someone save me of this boredom!*screams*.then,in the late afternoon,my bro went to prepare for scout camp.ok,the way they taught him to wear his scarf is damn funny.they have to flip flip flip a few times,then use their mouth to pull the thing that's left.i was watching and laugh like mad.in the end i helped him because his arms were too short.haha.super tired,maybe not physically but mentally.haven't eaten any proper meals today.so here is what i ate.for breakfast,air.for lunch,bread.for dinner,plain rice with i can't remember what.i'm not hungry.maybe later i'll have supper.bread again.did crunches and sit-ups.since i can't do anything else.then,stoned,for like 15 mins.like really stared into thin air.haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up authentic rocker!you're not alone in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8889142303568748142?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8889142303568748142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8889142303568748142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8889142303568748142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8889142303568748142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/okso-today-was-super-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-5977472173735892833</id><published>2007-03-09T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:26:30.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bro the scout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/72627/image-upload-14-790072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/596165/image-upload-14-790072.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ok,this is super funny.My bro is a scout n he's preparing for camp!lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-5977472173735892833?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/5977472173735892833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=5977472173735892833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5977472173735892833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5977472173735892833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-bro-scout.html' title='My bro the scout'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-3362187162375201332</id><published>2007-03-07T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:41:14.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something i guess i need to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess i'm a really horrible person.to make a person hurt so badly.and the person has to act like everything's alright.i guess i'm really selfish to want you for myself alone.but,inside,i'm tearing apart,ripping apart.i seem to have forgotten how to love.i seem to be just like a block of wood.everyday seems to be boring to me.i dread the next day.everyday i dread to wake up from my sleep.i fear what is to come.i fear to lose someone i love,i fear that i'll get hurt.i fear so many things.yet i have to put on a brave front.i feel like falling,i feel like giving up.where's a hug when i need one?no where to be found.i love my heavenly daddy,but i just can't go back to him.i want to start from when i was born once again.they say that it's never too late to start all over,but it's just too difficult with your past so clear in your mind.i cry every night,but it's useless.i know there are people out there who love me,but i don't know why i can't feel anything.why am i so cold?why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-3362187162375201332?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/3362187162375201332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=3362187162375201332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3362187162375201332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3362187162375201332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-i-guess-i-need-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-3592989183134569639</id><published>2007-03-07T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:25:52.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll sing my lungs out.e-learning again tomorrow.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so,yesterday i slept at 12+ going 1a.m.so that i could watch it started with a kiss.i finally finished the whole series today.i love love love episode 29 and 30.so,now i can watch death note again,but it seems like no one is uploading the videos.i don't like reading the manga.anyways,my maid woke me up at like 6a.m this morning.i was like,"no school today."then,the most perfect thing that ever happened to me,i couldn't get back to sleep,like wow.i eventually went back to sleep.it was hard with the lights shining through the door.then,not long after i fell asleep,my sister came into my room.then she was going,"grandma,i wake up already."omgosh!i'm dying of lack of sleep.my nose was running and i was tearing because my eyes were so tired.so i went back to sleep again.woke up at like 10.50a.m because some person came into my room,i can't remember who.WHY IS EVERYONE COMING INTO MY ROOM?!?!hello!it's my room,not the public room or everyone-gather-here room. i was dying because i didn't sleep well.then,i forced myself to wake up.i went to brush my teeth and ate breakfast.i got up all grumpy.i went to start the computer and then started on litespeed,then went to bathe.came back and continued litespeed.OH!and stella and i were crapping like crazy.flooding each other with testimonials on friendster and stuff.haha.i finished 'traditions galore' and science thingy.then chinese and other stuff were left.then i started webcam with michelle.ok,i'm obviously bored.then,i watched it started with a kiss ep 30 at the same time.so i started to sit to my own liking,then later i went back to the convo then i was like,"woot!forgot i was on webcam." haha,but nevermind.haha,so webcammed for the whole day.stella had to go,and then later michelle had to go too.then,now,i finished english and history and want to stop for the day.so i shall stop!time to blast music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not stressed,though studies is a big load for me to carry right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-3592989183134569639?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/3592989183134569639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=3592989183134569639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3592989183134569639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3592989183134569639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/soyesterday-i-slept-at-12-going-1a.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8803731261434087184</id><published>2007-03-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:49:17.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why do i hurt the ones i love?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to blog today,because,today rocked!yet something real terrible happened.&lt;br /&gt;so school was as per normal.first two periods was super slack because khew didn't come.then after that,had english.yeah man,did film critique during free period.so there were 4 crappers sitting near me,stella,nurul,eunice and jixin.they were snapping away like mad.then after english was recess,rushed through.didn't eat.then went for science practical.i tell you,i've never been that blur in my life before. The instructions were driving me crazy. Those doing the other experiment had an easy task. I was like some mad woman. Anyways, after science was home econs. Theory madness. I spent home econs with C.D and Joan. Then, after home econs, it was maths. I actually know how to do everything, I actually understand. Yeah! I feel super happy. Ok,end of school.MATCH! match rocked! the screaming, the laming,the crapping.most of all,the winning and the thrashing! the seniors practically stepped on Northbrooks! 34-4! the juniors were like doing 3 cheers, 10 cheers , 5 cheers.lol! then fooling around time of street netball after the match was crazy. Nurul and her australian slang. ok,now,the exciting part.i broke a window pane.i kicked the ball and ping pong piang!then C.D was like," omgosh!" i was screaming in shock.don't worry,i reported it.and told my mother.home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't get myself,i love you,yet i hurt you.sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8803731261434087184?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8803731261434087184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8803731261434087184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8803731261434087184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8803731261434087184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-need-to-blog-todaybecausetoday.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-3127568161574362315</id><published>2007-03-05T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:14:45.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another thing to get me going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)what is you phone brand?&lt;br /&gt;sony erricson.it rocks!i'm a soundaholic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)what are the last 3 digits of your number?&lt;br /&gt;418.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)what does the second message in you inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;something sweet yet weird from michelle wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)who's the first person that comes under M?&lt;br /&gt;Mama.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)who is the last person you rang?&lt;br /&gt;michelle wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)who was your last miss call from?&lt;br /&gt;Mama.not counting the lame ones in class=.=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)who is the 2nd person who comes up under D?&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)what does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;personal.lalala.it's from michelle though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)who comes up under J&lt;br /&gt;Jeffee,Jeremiah,Jeriel,Jess,Joan,Joei,Joey,Jolynn,Josephine and Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)go to your sent items-what does the 10th message say?&lt;br /&gt;Lols..i was a prefect before..facilitated my juniors.so yeah.u all should hv the habit to be punctual.(haha.never seen this me before huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)who's the fourth person that comes under S?&lt;br /&gt;Stellalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)who's your network provider?&lt;br /&gt;Singtel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)what do you have as your background?&lt;br /&gt;a photo taken in korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)who's the second person under R?&lt;br /&gt;renee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)who do you have on speed dial 3?&lt;br /&gt;no one.i've got no speed dials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)who's the first person who comes under C?&lt;br /&gt;Chencheng=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)how many bars of signal do you have?&lt;br /&gt;5.reception is goooooooooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)what do u have as your main ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;vibration or just so you know-Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow,today was alright,started out with presentation.then after that lessons were alright,then,study period was taken away,by?public caning,for the first time.i've never seen caning in real life,neither have i been hit or caned by my parents before.ouch.then,after that was english.everyone was like so traumatised.during the caning,so many people were going like'ouch!' or grabbing onto their friends.english like i said,everyone was like so traumatised.then,went for lunch,then home.can't believe i forgot my wallet.of all things,my wallet.took taxi to school and home.urgh.wasted money.tired.gonna bathe then it's work till i sleep!bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-3127568161574362315?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/3127568161574362315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>some stuff to get my brain moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 8 fav stuff:&lt;br /&gt;colour:green!white!brown!&lt;br /&gt;food:a lot.i'm having a craving for cakes though.i love cakes!&lt;br /&gt;songs:anything that suits my mood.don't give me classical or metal rock.&lt;br /&gt;movie:so far most that i've watched.some were just a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;sport:netball,swimming.EXTREME SPORTS.i love sports,no doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;season:spring and winter.i love to see things coming up again and i like cold!&lt;br /&gt;day:depends,but people around me make everyday become interesting.&lt;br /&gt;ice-cream:hmm,haagen daz?gelato?ben and jerry's?i love ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 7 currents:&lt;br /&gt;mood:kinda irritated,headache from school,trying to settle myself down.&lt;br /&gt;weather:can the weather be colder?it's like..WARM!&lt;br /&gt;toenail:ok,what's with my toenail?it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;fingernail:seriously,what's with my nails?????it's all normal!!!&lt;br /&gt;time:4.32p.m.ah!i want to sleep early tonight!&lt;br /&gt;annoyances:stupid people cutting grass,shooo!&lt;br /&gt;thoughts:i would like to have a massage again.i wonder if i'll survive tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 7 firsts&lt;like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friend:mahlahlanghua=P!and cutiepie(hurhur)!&lt;br /&gt;crush:isn't this private,don't trespass.&lt;br /&gt;movie:er..i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;lie:gee..i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;music:gaga googoo gaga..=D&lt;br /&gt;car:oh,i don't have one yet.are toy cars included?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 8 last&lt;er..stuff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cigarrette:i'm civilised.i want to live longer too.&lt;br /&gt;drink:a lot.water is essential.moisture is the essence of water and water is the essence of beauty.=.=.anyone watched zoolander???&lt;br /&gt;food:cod fish.argh,i wanted to eat cake.i'm treating myself by this week,i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;car ride:the day before today,also known as yesterday and was the day before yesterday's tomorrow.gettit?&lt;br /&gt;crush:are you dumb?!?!?didn't i say it was private.shoo!&lt;br /&gt;movie:does watching at home count?if no then Ghost Rider,if yes,then ace ventura 2.&lt;br /&gt;phone call:joey&lt;br /&gt;cd played:too irritated to listen to music right now!argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 6 you ever&lt;br /&gt;dated one of your best friends:er?&lt;br /&gt;broken the laws:i jay-walked.boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;been arrested:i'm clean.&lt;br /&gt;skinny dipped:in the bathtub=P.other than that,no way.&lt;br /&gt;been on tv:yeah.it's a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone you don't know:it's too precious to be given away like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you are wearing now&lt;br /&gt;school blouse&lt;br /&gt;school pe shorts&lt;br /&gt;headphones&lt;br /&gt;bedroom slippers&lt;br /&gt;nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things i did today&lt;br /&gt;slack&lt;br /&gt;sing&lt;br /&gt;talk&lt;br /&gt;listened to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things i can hear right now(i'm a soundaholic!)&lt;br /&gt;the fan&lt;br /&gt;car going out of carpark&lt;br /&gt;the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things i can't live without&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;the people around me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-7441229905410954870?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7441229905410954870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=7441229905410954870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7441229905410954870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7441229905410954870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-stuff-to-get-my-brain-moving-top-8.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-774655890521649574</id><published>2007-03-04T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:13:50.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so,went for dental appointment yesterday.the dentist said that i'm doing good at cleaning my teeth,haha!if i don't clean it well,who would do it for me.anyways,changed wire again.joan is going to wear braces too!haha!!ok,then after that spent the rest of the day in my mum's workplace.went for massage,because my mum found me irritating,so she asked me to go.ok,then after massage went back to my mum's workplace and then headed home.today,i woke up at like 8 a.m because i was coughing like crazy.then,went back to sleep again,then my mum woke me up at 9.45a.m.then went to bathe,went to aunty joyce's place.then went to see houses again.one was at kovan.the size of the house was what we wanted,but the environment was no way!i mean,a pub at a residential place.my mum was like,"i think i'll be worried sick."then she said,"omgosh!why isn't chor yee home??it's like 5p.m!"lol..lame.see,that's where my lameness comes from.then went to sengkang,punggol road.the house looked alright from the outside,then when we went inside,the condition of the house was not very good.there were speakers all over the house.hi-fi crazy man.ok,the house needed serious renovation.i could take 88 to school if we really move there.then,went to grab some food at mac and then home.i was like swallowing the food without chewing.ok,i was hungry.later i'm going to think of the pile of homework i have undone.oh yeah,i left my history workbook in school when i have like 40 pages of homework to do.great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;i think it's useless.i see no point of going back..i feel like i don't belong there.so what if my jacket is with you.i don't have to go there to get it back.i want it back,but i don't want to have to go there for the sake of my jacket.i'm leaving that place for good.God is everywhere.right here with me too.so,tell me what's the freaking reason of why i have to go back there and face all of you.the people who pulled me down when i needed to go up.who were nowhere to be found when i needed you all.i didn't know family was like that.family means no one gets left behind.family doesn't desert someone when that someone is facing a big crisis in her life.i thought i had friends there.friends i could trust.people who were welcoming.now i think whatever i thought was bullshit.maybe some were really friends,but some were really fakes.liars.you're ruining people's lives.instead of letting us focus on studies,going for cca,u make us get pulled down,letting our lives go to waste.you say people are just sunday christians,let me tell you this.we only need to go to church on weekends,the rest of the crap you all plan during the week is a serious waste of time and energy.please,caregroup over cca?sometimes caregroup is nearly useless.you make us live in fear of so many things.sneaking.don't you get our feelings?you say tell our parents that we're going out.it's just like telling a white lie.disobeying submissively,the bottom line is we disobeyed.have i talked enough sense into you people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-774655890521649574?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/774655890521649574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=774655890521649574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/774655890521649574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/774655890521649574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/sowent-for-dental-appointment-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-3141466862491383277</id><published>2007-03-03T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:57:24.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doggy loves owner'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok,back to blog,i don't want this thing to die anyway.so many things have happened,summarize...hmm..&lt;br /&gt;i sleep walked and didn't know a thing.home econs project is crazy.we have 3 days of e-learning camp,so we start the march hols earlier than other schools.now,Ignite D Amour!it was superb!though we didn't take much pics=(.but!!!it was still super nice,thanks to the cute owner who went clubbing,pretty stella who went for her wedding dinner, and people like,natasha,joey,huaiying,joan and renee.and also thanks to the $10 worth of sweets!i'm dying of diabetes here!had match with marsling too.to L name person,though i don't know if you'll pass by,you're a great umpire alright!just blow!!!and scream!you can do it!jiayou!time keeping was not very good as i didn't stand with the other time keeper,and she made the umpire blow before time twice.TWICE I TELL YA!i wish it didn't rain that day,i'm sure the seniors could have thrashed them.really.so tired now.BED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i don't know why you people wanted to do that,but nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-3141466862491383277?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/3141466862491383277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=3141466862491383277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3141466862491383277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3141466862491383277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/03/okback-to-blogi-dont-want-this-thing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-3541339557550777940</id><published>2007-02-24T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T12:27:38.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practice what you preach.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh!i'm damn pissed at my brother.and i actually asked him to get out of my sight and .... off.ok,he's way overboard using me and whatever i have.he can still scold me when he is in the wrong.seriously lah,this is the reason why i didn't want him to play maple.dammit.anyways,i'm so tired now,going to study.think i'm revising maths,i'm way back for maths.my weakness,maybe i'm paying a visit to the one and only may lee=) , ask her maths stuffs,she's a maths freak=P.ok,to serious work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this problem is not normal parental persecution,all your testimonies don't fit to what is happening to me.all your encouragements seem to be pulling me down even more instead of getting me encouraged.i feel forced to go,i feel pushed to go.i feel so out of place there,i rather not go back ever again.i have lost trust in you all.i feel like there's some kind of stereotype there,i feel like everything is hidden.i feel like priviledge is given only to leaders.i feel like you all are squeezing all energy out of me and yet are expecting me to perform my best for whatever is to come the next day.you all always say use the 24hours i have wisely,but you all occupy like 3/4 of my time every week.i am only human,i have a life,and my life doesn't just revolve around you.who are all of you to suddenly stick in my personal life?i tell who i want to tell.i don't believe that accounting means accounting to God,i think i can repent and account to God myself.i am pissed at the fact that you all think that skipping cca is doing something good for God.no,i don't think so.God encourages us to do well in our lives and not waste it away.i don't think meetings ahve to be till so late,you always say take care of God's temple,but we are barely able to get any rest because of you.you say that we should spend time with our family memebers,but how can we when you occupy so much of our time.i think you all should &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;practice what you preach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-3541339557550777940?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/3541339557550777940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=3541339557550777940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3541339557550777940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/3541339557550777940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/02/arghim-damn-pissed-at-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8502933748513186024</id><published>2007-02-23T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T20:11:23.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i wish i wasn&apos;t that someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but i guess i am.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi world again,i took down my previous post.i just needed to vent my whatever feeling.anyways,it was all my fault,so to dearest michelle wong,sorry!!!and then,owner bought me from spca again=.=.nono,she's called NADZIRAH=p!wahahaha.two can play this game man.then..school has been tiring and i'm officially sick and i don't like fuzhou fishball lamian,i like the soup though=D.i don't like the smell.anyways,i had a tiny lil' nap today,er..for 30 mins.yeah,i just needed to close my eyes and i was dead asleep.then,had tuition.tuition is so...boring,but i have to have tuition or my chinese is dead meat.maths test,guess what,i'm going to flunk it for sure.school was not so bad,just that my throat and lungs were not having a good time,neither was my nose.coughing and coughing,sneezing and sneezing.my nose is like some spoilt tap.i think science is interesting yet gruesome.plus huaiying and i are right in front of the screen,front row seats man.we see everything oh so clearly and oh so detailed.huaiying was like screaming and i was disgusted,but had no reaction=.=.my back is aching because of the coughing,i cough so hard that my back feels tight,so after netball yesterday i was worse than some old lady.after the 9 o'clock show todayi'm going to have a long date with my bed.i hope i dream tonight.haha.maybe i dreamt too much during the hols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8502933748513186024?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8502933748513186024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8502933748513186024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8502933748513186024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8502933748513186024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-world-againi-took-down-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-4208702134647209022</id><published>2007-02-21T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:46:20.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='only the surface is cleared.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so far'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally,i have time to type a proper post.i am so tired and falling sick now.chinese new year hasn't been exactly the best for me,but  guess it was alright,caught 2 movies.the epic movie and ghost rider.i give the epic movie a 2/5.it was not funny and not exactly satisfying,i rather watch scary movie 4 again.i give ghost rider a 4/5!it's super nice and i recommend it.haha.go watch!!anyways,i barely even drank any soft drinks or ate much unhealthy or fried food,but i'm having a sore throat and am wheezy.argh.falling sick is not nice.school was not bad.congrats to all student councillors!i once took part in an investiture before too.haha.i miss ftpps prefectorial board.during march hols,stella,renee and me will be doing like the greatest thing in the world,haha.making chocolate,loads and loads of it.of course,i still want to swim and jog.oh yeah,to those who did not believe that that was my cousin,she really is.she's mixed too,Indian,Malay and Chinese.haha.believe it man.=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-4208702134647209022?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-6924362453846213482</id><published>2007-02-18T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:45:22.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/994441/image-upload-18-721709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/52870/image-upload-18-721709.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Complete version of people who make a lot of noise.lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-6924362453846213482?l=youvebeenmaked.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-23859398.post-2084317146504992079</id><published>2007-02-18T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:42:41.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby sarah=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/577284/image-upload-25-760494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/503166/image-upload-25-760494.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aw..cute huh,she's my cousin.believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-2084317146504992079?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/2084317146504992079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=2084317146504992079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2084317146504992079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/2084317146504992079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/02/baby-sarah.html' title='Baby sarah=)'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-4951446251354909797</id><published>2007-02-18T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:33:44.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/253123/image-upload-16-724277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/350639/image-upload-16-724277.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-4951446251354909797?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/4951446251354909797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=4951446251354909797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/4951446251354909797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/4951446251354909797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/02/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-8514421644683618686</id><published>2007-02-18T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T11:34:59.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy chinese new year'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese new year!hapy chinese new year to all!what are you guys wearing?haha.watching fullhouse again.haha.and i'm wearing a dress,not the one nurul and i got together,but another one that my mum gave me.owner!ipromised you that the first time i wear that dress is together with you!!!haha.going visiting later.oh no?yeah,i'm so happy?whatever.lol.so darn tired.i slept at like 1 a.m yesterday,couldn't sleep.woke up at like 8.15 in the morning,feel so lethargic.want to watch an epic movie,haha..at least i can laugh a little,make a little bit more awake.hmm...wonder how this day would be,pics later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-8514421644683618686?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/8514421644683618686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=8514421644683618686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8514421644683618686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/8514421644683618686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-yearhapy-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-5484650828516628846</id><published>2007-02-17T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:38:05.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired and so not looking forward to visiting.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm super full now.i can't believe my dad just drived to find something to eat.the spaghetthi,the bread,the tea,the coke the everything.i'm so bloated that i can't move.it's CNY eve,and i'm so 'excited'.i always didn't look forward to chinese new year,because we always visit people and i'll be asking,"who are these people?"i only know that we go in the car,go on this really long car ride,get off the car,go to the house,go out of the house,get in the car and get ready for another long car ride.i don't even know who those people are and how they are related to me and there are absolute strangers there too.why can't we be like them and just sit in the house?anyways,today went to go buy cny clothes,went to mango,first the one at Isetan,then it had super lil choice and the music was getting on my mum's and my nerves that we went out of the store and went to the bigger one.2 stories of clothes,bags,shoes etc. but,mango's cutting is so big.either that or i'm small.esprit was nowhere near us,my mum didn't want to go to far east,so we walked to zara.zara is just as big.i bought 2 tops and a nice pair of three-quarts.haha.it's green.i wanted a jacket,but nevermind.my mum got a long-sleeved shirt.then my mum got for me a dress too and a belt.thank you mama!the thing i agree with my mum is,thank God we're only going to spend one day on visiting.the rest is for rest and just going out.so tired and stuffed,feel like puking.ok,so the 100 sit-ups didn't exactly make much impact huh.lols.too lazy to blog about swenson's,so many pics,so many things to say.a few words can describe the whole day,netballers go crazy anytime,anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-5484650828516628846?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/5484650828516628846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=5484650828516628846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5484650828516628846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5484650828516628846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-super-full-now.html' title=''/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-5160831217432279377</id><published>2007-02-17T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:46:14.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/888582/image-upload-11-773381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/177878/image-upload-11-773381.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;What on earth are we doing at east coast at this time,so dark,so scary..ah!ok,so i still have that fear of the dark,don't blame me...now we're at a restaurant..looking for food.i'm hungry!sirloin steak coming up!waha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-5160831217432279377?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/5160831217432279377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=5160831217432279377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5160831217432279377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/5160831217432279377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/02/dark.html' title='Dark!'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-7278661419232808219</id><published>2007-02-17T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T20:26:30.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/373123/image-upload-6-789525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/377811/image-upload-6-789525.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Did 100 sit-ups today,not at one go though,i split it 50/50.took a long time to do 50 though.going jogging and swimming this coming hols.anyone wanna come too?of course not during cny,but march hols.will blog later about swenson's,it rocked!cny is coming,but my mindset is "let's get over and done with this."oh well,i don't really enjoy visiting.so bored now,yet,i have so many things on my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-7278661419232808219?l=youvebeenmaked.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-23859398.post-6773458693658411465</id><published>2007-02-15T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:29:32.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed,i missed u.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/194915/image-upload-18-771029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/881504/image-upload-18-771029.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Having a really terrible pain at my lower stomach there.appendix?ohman.anyways,i'm so tired.Bed!good night tm all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-6773458693658411465?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6773458693658411465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=6773458693658411465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6773458693658411465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6773458693658411465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/02/bedi-missed-u.html' title='Bed,i missed u.'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-1812448400069433827</id><published>2007-02-15T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T10:40:18.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest ofhonour?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/630624/image-upload-13-717362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/790794/image-upload-13-717362.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mr lau cut the er..total defence jelly.lol.is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-1812448400069433827?l=youvebeenmaked.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-23859398.post-6189048823664559173</id><published>2007-02-14T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:24:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/252846/image-upload-1-757283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/681117/image-upload-1-757283.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thanks mr lau!so sweet right?aw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-6189048823664559173?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/6189048823664559173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=6189048823664559173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6189048823664559173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/6189048823664559173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/02/aw.html' title='Aw!'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-828124571192468465</id><published>2007-02-14T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:22:04.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/698853/image-upload-1-723527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/42005/image-upload-1-723527.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is when people get bored n start doing stupid things n start bullying each other.lol.so bored now,had total defence talk,n now stupid maths which i don't get.dammit,my day has been spoiled since i stepped out of my house.urgh.but i'm not gonna let one thing ruin this day.valentines day ok..gonna spend it with the let's see,nurul,eunice,michelle,stella,xueni,chewmin,shingpheng..hm..loads more!meeting may later!woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-828124571192468465?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/828124571192468465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=828124571192468465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/828124571192468465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/828124571192468465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/2007/02/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>I was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03383151620282856913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23859398.post-7142014358614497990</id><published>2007-02-13T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T14:28:23.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/1600/z/331588/image-upload-40-762664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4294/2912/300/z/880282/image-upload-40-762664.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hey..no fair,my sis got shades n i didn't..kidding..i don't whine like that.i wonder y i lie taking pics of my sis.anyways,i'm gonna bathe then mug!no slacking.tired though.push on!to all studying out there,jiayou!pushon yeah!ok,to the showers i go!wee!yeah,i'm mad.owners fault:-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23859398-7142014358614497990?l=youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvebeenmaked.blogspot.com/feeds/7142014358614497990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23859398&amp;postID=7142014358614497990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7142014358614497990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23859398/posts/default/7142014358614497990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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