<?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-6522610</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:21:26.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boulevard of broken dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>life in a sad sad kind of way</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>254</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-4755650479062223014</id><published>2007-11-21T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:36:03.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygod. the a's are like FINALLY over. like FINALLY. so let's see. what i shall do for the next few months. ok. few is totally understatement of the year. thought of bumming around. grow real fat. like i'm not fat enough already. how exciting. but i guess not. want to get a job at the zoo. but i don't think that's going to happen. cause i think everyone's going to want a job at the zoo. since it's so exciting and all. ohwell. hopefully, i'll get it. if not. well. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the a's. they were crappy. just got this really bad feeling i'm going to do like crap. which is probably going to happen. i wonder if i should have studied harder. yea. i guess i should have. but then again. i don't know. just the thought of it's depressing. man. this totally sucks. ohwell. guess nothing can be changed. so i shall just party like mad for the time being and panic the day before the release of the results. i so totally hope it NEVER EVER comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't exactly know what to blog about. or why i even bother blogging. haha. i highly doubt anyone reads my blog anymore. ohwell. whatever. shall just do it for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. and my sister's back. from melbourne. damn. is that how you spell it. heck whatever. brought back cool stuff for me. awesome. haha. i likeee. ohwell. glad she's back anyway. it's more fun with more people around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. and i'm getting a psp! no scratch that. i've GOT a psp! yes ah yes ah yes ah. the only problem is that it's currently in shanghai. so ya. haha. my dad got me one in shanghai. so like ya. someone's got to send it back to me. ohwell. just waiting for it to come home! haha. whatever. it's all en hui's fault. she got herself a psp and got me totally addicted to it. then i kept talking about it to eunice and joc. now they've got one too! damn. they got theirs faster! technically. haha. can't wait to get mine. then we're going to go to clark quay starbucks and multiplayer ALL DAY man. awesome i swear. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought i'd thank some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qazim and jialin: my BEST BEST BEST buddies. i swear i'd die without you people. qazim, i'm totally going to cry when you enlist. i don't know who's going to constantly entertain me. jialin, you're just as hilarious. in your own hilarious way. totally got to thank you guys for all the times we studied together. especially jialin. who would stay with me till ungodly hours at the irport to study. then again, you got free rides home so ya. haha. thanks too for turning up on my birthday. haha. you people are hilarious. couldn't get the sparklers to er, sparkle. haha. you guys are awesome. i love y'all. shawtys. haha. wazzup y'all. that is so totally lame. and so totally us. haha. sorry i'm such a domineering bitch sometimes. but remember, I IS DEMANDING. haha. stupid qazim. and thanks for my tumbler design. like what the hell i swear. haha. and screaming to our favourite songs in the mrt. GIMME GIMME MORE. haha. and teenagers. haha. i'll never forget all our crazy moments man. we totally have to go out again and cam whore! i love you both. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice and joc: haha. my 2 totally kuku friends. fellow psp-players. haha. thanks for all those studying sessions together. though i think we did a whole load of yakking. all those sessions at clark quay. our favourite. totally. and our design your own tumbler tumbler! haha. joc go and buy la! walaoeh. haha. so anyway. thanks for turning up on my birthday morning! haha. and playing monopoly. SO STUPID i tell you. haha. and spending my really pathetic birthday at amk hub. haha. hilarious i swear. must go back and buy those really really nice organisers man. haha. so ya. i totally cannot cannot wait for all those kuku things we're going to do together when eunice comes back from malaysia! my kampong. and joc from america. lucky shit! haha. hopefully we can all go aussie next year together. i love you both! muackzxzxzxzxzx. haha. we are such twit wannabes. best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i wanted to paste photos. but they're unavailable! ohwell. whatever. shall go off now. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; they said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; they could care less as long as someone'll bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; so darken your clothes or strike a violent pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-4755650479062223014?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/4755650479062223014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/4755650479062223014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4755650479062223014' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-4442799270987277675</id><published>2007-09-19T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:42:45.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after ONE MILLION years of not blogging, guess what i'm doing. haha. it's been er, 3 months please. blogger even underlines the words not in the english dictionary now! like in microsoft word. i'm like totally amazed. and totally old fashioned. like popcorn chicken's SO YESTERDAY. according to joc. that stupid woman. haha. hilarious i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happened in the past 3 months i went missing. er well. there was bt1. eh no. it was bt2. idiot. and then there was. well. studying. and studying. and studying. and studying. did i mention studying? ok la. i make it sound like i studied alot. which i didn't really. eh. alot is not in the english dictionary. that's weird. hmmm. i had a life too i supposed. watched a couple of movies. hairspray! which was totally awesome. haha. ok. i seriously can't remember what else i did with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching tv now! thomas ong is freaking good looking please! drop dead gorgeous. i like. haha. i hope he doesn't turn evil and die. not nice. not nice at all. then i'll stop watching. he's so good looking la. cannot take it. i think he put on some weight though. but nevermind. still good looking. nevermind's not in the dictionary either. never mind. well that is. and it's kind of weird. that woman very pretty. what's her name? that one in red. i know. ong ai leng. she very pretty. but got pimple. never put concealor properly. sad case. haha. ouyang's a really coo; surname. i like too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya. it's been so long since i last blogged that my birthday's next week can. haha. damn sian i swear. the next day got physics mock. my favourite paper. ok never mind. i like it better now. haha. oh ya. duh. prelims passed too. duh. haha. so i got back my 3 h2s today. quite alot for one day. thank god it turn out fine. guess what? I PASSED PHYSICS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY WHOLE FREAKING JC LIFE. YES AH! hahaha. i'm delirious with joy. still can't get over it. haha. such an idiot. i got c can. i can believe. maybe father lee will be nice and round it up to a b for me!!! i swear i'll die of happiness if that happens. chem and maths were ok too. yay. life rocks. for now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. band dinner. can't believe i forgot. which was completely embarrassing. shan't talk about it. you know. there isn't really much for me to say. haha. maybe i'll post some photos! yep yep. that will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RvEiBGw-h0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/9A6eN0mWk6M/s1600-h/IMG_1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RvEiBGw-h0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/9A6eN0mWk6M/s320/IMG_1801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111904454433474370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the sisters! minus fungyin and mychelle. who didn't come to my place first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RvEi9Ww-h1I/AAAAAAAAADE/AoZGdvklUKc/s1600-h/IMG_1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RvEi9Ww-h1I/AAAAAAAAADE/AoZGdvklUKc/s320/IMG_1804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111905489520592722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my successor! joshua! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RvEj2mw-h2I/AAAAAAAAADM/unXNuZAgwYE/s1600-h/IMG_1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RvEj2mw-h2I/AAAAAAAAADM/unXNuZAgwYE/s320/IMG_1823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111906473068103522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the council! counsel. council right. hmmm.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RvEl9mw-h3I/AAAAAAAAADU/Npsbp9qc8-s/s1600-h/IMG_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RvEl9mw-h3I/AAAAAAAAADU/Npsbp9qc8-s/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111908792350443378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went cycling! in the midst of studying. best ar. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RvEpKGw-h4I/AAAAAAAAADc/y32rz6Y7pOs/s1600-h/S7300404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RvEpKGw-h4I/AAAAAAAAADc/y32rz6Y7pOs/s320/S7300404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111912305633691522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the photo we took in qazim's cool new camera! haha. and his really nice nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then. back to watching thomas ong! till after a's then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; feeling alive all over again,&lt;br /&gt;as deep as the sky, under my skin&lt;br /&gt;like being in love, she says&lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm wrong,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm feeling right where i belong&lt;br /&gt;with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;like being in love&lt;br /&gt;to feel for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-4442799270987277675?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/4442799270987277675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/4442799270987277675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4442799270987277675' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RvEiBGw-h0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/9A6eN0mWk6M/s72-c/IMG_1801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-8281873796190410048</id><published>2007-06-04T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:42:47.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;band dinner was awesome! haha. i shall break the rule and blog twice this month. ok. i should start from a little earlier. met up with bang, hong heng and ming de yesterday. ate at manhattan's fish market. er. what was it called? er. gala fried seafood platter or something. ya. something like that. haha. and all i ate was fish. quite tragic. oh. and the mushrooms. which look really weird. and the REALLY nice butter rice. and the fries. OH. then caesar salad. garlic bread was nice too! haha. so we ate and ate and ate then we walked to town. bitched and laughed along the way. of course. haha. finally settled at coffeebean around 930? ate blueberry delight. which is really nice. though it was really creamy. which was kind of weird. we were trying to figure out if it was cheese cake or not. ohwell. yes. i shall post pictures! let them do the talking. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ4HIlAgTI/AAAAAAAAABs/icpYbpoSLSo/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072240775538966834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ4HIlAgTI/AAAAAAAAABs/icpYbpoSLSo/s320/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our delicious food! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ48olAgUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNb_eXj67wo/s1600-h/IMG_1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072241694661968194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ48olAgUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SNb_eXj67wo/s320/IMG_1629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us and our table full of food. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was also sushee's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUSHEE!!!&lt;/span&gt; the dog's 3 this year. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ5molAgVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g92zv_GVS3E/s1600-h/IMG_1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072242416216473938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ5molAgVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g92zv_GVS3E/s320/IMG_1655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today was band dinner. as already mentioned, it was AWESOME. haha. benny and i are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horrible emcees. i swear. i'm so embarrassed. haha. the food wasn't exactly excellent. i liked the food at amara better. but the hotel is really nice! haha. seriously. it's the changi village hotel. though it looks like a shopping centre from outside. but it's really really nice. and the extremely thick-skinned alumni choose our table right at the back. closest to the food. haha. not like that helped much. i hardly got to eat. damn sian. always like that. last year also. ohwell. the cakes were ok. i still remember the chocolate cake from last year. haha. but the lamb was very nice. the roast lamb, er, leg? haha. can't remember. the mint sauce was quite weird though. but still nice. haha. felt like seriously old. all these people i've never seen before. damn weird. haha. but ya. it was fun. yep yep. totally enjoyed myself. i'm so happy to be a twemasekian! haha. ok la. post pictures then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ8AYlAgWI/AAAAAAAAACE/SCSipRzprfs/s1600-h/IMG_1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072245057621360994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ8AYlAgWI/AAAAAAAAACE/SCSipRzprfs/s320/IMG_1672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the horrible emcees! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ9LIlAgXI/AAAAAAAAACM/8NaEDMCRuVc/s1600-h/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072246341816582514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ9LIlAgXI/AAAAAAAAACM/8NaEDMCRuVc/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;old people! haha. the alumni basically. so small ar. very few turned up. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ-2IlAgYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pVaFnHyguxo/s1600-h/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072248180062585218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ-2IlAgYI/AAAAAAAAACU/pVaFnHyguxo/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and zat. THE resident band conductor. idiot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmRAGYlAgZI/AAAAAAAAACc/lX5Us4sonZw/s1600-h/IMG_1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072249558747087250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmRAGYlAgZI/AAAAAAAAACc/lX5Us4sonZw/s320/IMG_1682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;section photo. i am so old i swear. haha. my batch member pang seh-ed me. ohwell. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmRBHIlAgaI/AAAAAAAAACk/--dpfpHZIeE/s1600-h/IMG_1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072250671143616930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmRBHIlAgaI/AAAAAAAAACk/--dpfpHZIeE/s320/IMG_1684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;band major(ettes) of attitude. with our new addition: nikki. that's the guy by the way. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmRCMIlAgbI/AAAAAAAAACs/kC8Jv15W_fw/s1600-h/IMG_1685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072251856554590642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmRCMIlAgbI/AAAAAAAAACs/kC8Jv15W_fw/s320/IMG_1685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;twemasekians-cum-sajcians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmRDU4lAgcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/v6-b0X5AIzM/s1600-h/IMG_1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072253106390073794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmRDU4lAgcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/v6-b0X5AIzM/s320/IMG_1686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we remembered to take a photo this year. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so ya. that's about it. i'm so going to eat alot next year. haha. so for now, it's back to studying. till the next time then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;leave me out with the waste&lt;br /&gt;this is not what i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;it's the wrong kind of place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;to be thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;it's the wrong time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;for somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;it's a small crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;and i've got no excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-8281873796190410048?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/8281873796190410048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/8281873796190410048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8281873796190410048' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmQ4HIlAgTI/AAAAAAAAABs/icpYbpoSLSo/s72-c/IMG_1627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-8310527057781231564</id><published>2007-06-03T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:42:49.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the monthly entry comes early this time round. suppose to be meeting bang and the guys later. but i kind of got ready really early. we were supposed to meet at 5! but bang changed it to 6. so now i'm super bored. decided to blog. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to sentosa with the section on thursday. damn fun i swear. though it rained. that was really horrible. but ohwell. we had fun anyway. haha. had ALOT of difficulties tapping that stupid card thing to get myself into the monorail. there's something wrong with my card. i swear. went to the luge first thing. the skyride was super fun. quite stupid though. eunice would understand. haha. we were all worried our slippers would drop and all. it didn't. thank god. haha. it started to rain before we got on the skyride. so when we got off we were totally soaked. quite tragic. after the luge. went to the 4d magix thing. eunice was so enjoying herself. haha. we all kind of froze to death. it was ok. definately not worth the money. i don't know. ohwell. then we went on the dragon trail. cause joshua wanted to cam whore. that idiot. haha. ended up getting bitten by ALOT of ants. and of course, joshua got to cam whore. haha. damn stupid la. haha. then we went to the underwater world. oh. dolphin lagoon first. it was awesome. the dolphins were so freaking cute. they were such cam whores! just like joshua. haha. they posed for us to take photos of them please. then show was really nice. and off we went to underwater world. which is basically still the same. there's gracie the dugong. damn cute i swear. haha. then we went off for dinner. supposed to go watch the songs of the sea thing. but everyone was too hungry. so we went back to vivo. ate at our favourite restaurant, asian kitchen. haha. we are damn kuku. then we went home. like nothing hor. haha. i shall post pictures then! haha. suppose they'll say more. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmJ9lolAgKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jVmvRA56qh0/s1600-h/IMG_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071754215873872034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmJ9lolAgKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jVmvRA56qh0/s320/IMG_1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were bored. the 2 juniors had ran off to vivomart to buy stuff. so yea. decided to cam whore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmJ-SIlAgLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k2a6hKnMJ6g/s1600-h/IMG_1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071754980378050738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmJ-SIlAgLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k2a6hKnMJ6g/s320/IMG_1477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the top storey on vivo has this pool thing. it's damn fun. haha. the water was really hot. quite cool. haha. but there were alot of stones inside. so it was quite painful. but still fun. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmJ_JolAgMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RWX8-EUV6DY/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071755933860790466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmJ_JolAgMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RWX8-EUV6DY/s320/IMG_1480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we were supposed to look unglam. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmLfqYlAgOI/AAAAAAAAABE/8Zdlh2uecZM/s1600-h/IMG_1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071862049617772770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmLfqYlAgOI/AAAAAAAAABE/8Zdlh2uecZM/s320/IMG_1485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;joshua. our resident cam whore. trying to be a magician here. like what the hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmLh4YlAgPI/AAAAAAAAABM/CYiUChzoTvU/s1600-h/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071864489159196914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmLh4YlAgPI/AAAAAAAAABM/CYiUChzoTvU/s320/IMG_1497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;very cute dolphin! posed for us. so nice some more. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmLioYlAgQI/AAAAAAAAABU/bDmRbSuoc1k/s1600-h/IMG_1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071865313792917762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmLioYlAgQI/AAAAAAAAABU/bDmRbSuoc1k/s320/IMG_1574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kuku guys of the section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmLjsolAgRI/AAAAAAAAABc/g3ZxEBDq1rs/s1600-h/IMG_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071866486318989586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmLjsolAgRI/AAAAAAAAABc/g3ZxEBDq1rs/s320/IMG_1601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;section photo! at siloso beach. wanted to put the other one. but couldn't see our faces. but this is nice. yay. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmLkb4lAgSI/AAAAAAAAABk/QDKDHc_t7Ns/s1600-h/IMG_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071867298067808546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmLkb4lAgSI/AAAAAAAAABk/QDKDHc_t7Ns/s320/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;qazim! my favourite actor. haha. so proud of him. yay! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last one's quite random. haha. but ya. went for qazim's play on friday. it was kind of totally confusing. all that english. shakesphere. hmmm. i don't think it's spelt that way. haha. ohwell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;band dinner's tomorrow! DIE. my script is like. awesome i swear. crap shit crap shit. ohwell. i think i shall go sleep. goodnight! till july then. or maybe tomorrow. band dinner photos! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you're a carousel, you're a wishing well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and you light me up, when you ring my bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you're a mystery, you're from outer space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you're every minute of my everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-8310527057781231564?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/8310527057781231564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/8310527057781231564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8310527057781231564' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RmJ9lolAgKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jVmvRA56qh0/s72-c/IMG_1476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-5002772781670506507</id><published>2007-05-24T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:42:49.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i actually typed out a really long entry that day. then my stupid laptop crashed on me. i was so super pissed. so i think i'm going to save draft after every paragraph. which is here. but it's like super troublesome. but ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, this is my long overdued may entry. but since it's still may. so ya. haha. may has been a very hectic month. the last 2 months have been really hectic actually. especially those weeks leading up to syf. but ya. so ya. here i am with my monthly blog entry. cause mingde asked me. so ya. before he starts annoying me and asking me to update. i shall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. let's start from late last month ya? 28th of april to be exact. SAJCCB PRESENTS: BACH TO THE BEAT. it was awesome. yup yup. of course there were some musical problems here and there. but i had fun. definately. was so super embarrassed i had to act. and people had to constantly remind me about it some days later. which is so super embarrassing. the little squabble with xiaowei. spastic i swear. but ohwell. since they said i was PERFECT for the job. thanks kenny and pam. annoying. haha. then there was that really retarded stand-in-front-of-the-whole-audience-and-bow thing. oh man. almost died. cause my friends were so near me. the section was so action during deep purple medley. haha. not our feature we also stand. haha. thank god no other section decided to stand. if not it would have been quite spastic. and so the concert was ok. i like the sch. haha. after our many many rehearsals there. of course it's not as cool as the esplanade. with their REALLY cool dressing rooms. but ya. kind of grew to like that place i suppose. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think it was 3 weeks. or was it 2. that we had band practice everyday. 3 i think. straight after the concert, we had our mad rush to syf. almost died from all that practicing. seriously. practices were like long and late into the night. by the time we finished practice, debrief, it was like 8 plus? around there. go for dinner. go home. bathe. sleep. this repeated for 2 weeks. didn't even bother in school. just sleep during all the lectures. like first thing go to the cc, sleep. awesome please. haha. and every now and then we had to run back and forth between the 2 band rooms. sucks man. wish i played a smaller instrument. haha. so anyway. after all that practice, it finally came down to THE day. i must admit i didn't feel that good after getting off the stage. like. had that insecure feeling. i wasn't really sure what the results would be. which is really scary. and we had to wait so long for the results. went to starbucks with eunice. met joshua and brandon. drank banana latte. how totally out of point. haha. it's not really nice by the way. banana java chip's better. and we went kuku singing along to spongebob's fun song. think we were too stressed or something. the whole band gathered on the balcony for the results. i swear i almost died waiting. and i couldn't hear what the people why saying. so annoying. it finally came to our band. and the people announcing started jumping and screamining. so i followed. haha. quite retarded. haha. went around hugging alot of people. quite a psychotic sight. haha. after all that, we decided to be really annoying. went into the place and started singing our school song. which i can't even remember the lyrics to. haha. spastic much. but ya. it was totally our of tune. and pitch. everyone was singing in their own pitch. so hard to follow la. haha. but whatever. just sing lo. haha. damn fun la. haha. went back to school and started cam-whoring like mad. haha. forever one. cannot take it. haha. went to vivocity after that with the section for dinner. ate at asian kitchen. bakerzin was taking too long to give us seats. annoying. celebrated colin's birthday. haha. crazy eunice was damn kuku. went home after that. was supposed to go for some un seminar the next morning. but i couldn't. was totally drained. so ya. that sums up the syf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole experience was. well. i don't know how to describe it. it was different. definately. from my previous syf. it was scary i suppose. very much so. but good. yea. very very good. i don't know. haha. i just can't put a word to it. it was super psychotic. definately. the bata shoes. and those stupid guy court shoes from beach road. oh man. i wanted to kill myself i swear. i hate court shoes. it's official. i think the guy at bata thinks i'm super annoying. cause i kept bugging him about the shoes. annoying. i know. but ohwell. haha. and that lady at beach road. couldn't even give me generic shoes. i was so irritated la. argh. but ohwell. couldn't do anything about it in the end. the shoes experience was like. crap shit. haha. but other than that, i enjoyed myself. yup. i must say i enjoyed myself. though i kept complaining at that period of time. constantly complained how i was so sleepy and all. but now that it's all over. it sucks. yea. it really sucks. stinks that i'm not touching my bone anymore. of course i know i can still go down and play it voluntarily. but that would be different. it's just. i don't know. ohwell. i wish we could have one last concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so ya. here starts mad rush for studies. argh. i hate it.this is really going to stink. i don't know how i'm going to force myself to study the whole of june. sigh. but i have to. STUDY YI MEI! STUDY! gosh. life sucks. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohwell. as for the rest of the month. not much to say. so ya. suppose i'll post pictures! haha. of all those times we cam-whored. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RlWWqYlAgHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kceLbd3PWhE/s1600-h/IMG_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068122610571706482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RlWWqYlAgHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kceLbd3PWhE/s320/IMG_1361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sisterhood!. forgot to turn off the red eye reduction. sian. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RlWXi4lAgII/AAAAAAAAAAU/oB3StoOwoOg/s1600-h/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068123581234315394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RlWXi4lAgII/AAAAAAAAAAU/oB3StoOwoOg/s320/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only decent section photo we took. which is really tragic. cause all the syf ones look really horrible. haha. or at least the ones i have are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm. you know what. i actually don't have alot of photos. darn it. haha. ok then. till june. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the good old days, the honest man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the restless heart, the promised land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a subtle kiss that no one sees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a broken wrist and a big trapeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-5002772781670506507?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/5002772781670506507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/5002772781670506507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5002772781670506507' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Ex4EqfThvdI/RlWWqYlAgHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kceLbd3PWhE/s72-c/IMG_1361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-117604497807978351</id><published>2007-04-08T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:09:38.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was the band orientation! damn fun i swear. my station game was really fun i think. haha. like what the hell. like i would know. i wasn't the one playing. haha. i think everyone was quite disgusted by it. but ohwell. you were actually supposed to wet your clothes. not really suck the seawater into your mouth. haha. but i guess that wasn't a very bad method. haha. hilarious i swear. the bbq was nice too. haha. the chicken wing was like really nice. but super duper oily. it was like OOZING with oil please. haha. but it was very nice. and the honey crabsticks were just weird. haha. oh. and the very very nice beehoon. haha. taste like the one from my sister's birthday bbq. very very yummy. ok. enough about food. makes me hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls slept over at my place. drama this morning. totally pisses me off. i mean. if you're so stupid and carelesss how the hell is it my fault? how can you expect me to just question them. if it happened to you would you do the same. you stupid asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just really hope it's not one of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's post some photos! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/1600/184847/P1020817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/320/861400/P1020817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i think we look really retarded. so much for trying to look nice. and mychelle. what kind of smile? like what the hell. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/1600/80332/P1020835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/320/397456/P1020835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bone section! haha. i think i look so unglam. like my hands are everywhere. i was falling off the bench la. retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/1600/155300/P1020816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/320/407532/P1020816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;min min and bin bin. haha. damn cute i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i don't really have alot of photos to put up. haha. ohwell. that's it for this month's entry i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. and i really love our song. i really do. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everybody's gonna love today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gonna love today, gonna love today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everybody's gonna love today, gonna love today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;anyway you want to, anyway you've got to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;love love me, love love me, love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/1600/297323/P1020788.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-117604497807978351?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/117604497807978351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/117604497807978351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#117604497807978351' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-117517937296912871</id><published>2007-03-29T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:42:52.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here comes my monthly blog entry. haha. march has been a busy month. what with all that studying for block test. not that it really helped. my results are still like crap. kind of sad about my maths results. i knew that i screwed up the paper. should be glad that i passed i guess. and maintained my grade at least. but it's still really disappointing. ohwell. getting back chemistry tomorrow. i'm so going to fail i think. i wish they'd just hurry and return gp and geography. i'm dying of anxiety waiting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love mika! ohmygoodness. his songs are so interesting! so damn nice la. but i think most people wouldn't really appreciate his music. as bang puts it, i like irritating music. haha. but seriously. i think mika's album rocks. everyone should listen to it. life in cartoon motion. yep yep. especially grace kelly. and happy ending! gosh. i love his songs. the feelings is really nice too! haha. another one of those irritating artist. but ohwell. i like. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april is going to be REALLY REALLY busy. the band schedule is like scary. ohwell. we can do this. yep yep. can't wait for orientation too. think it's going to be so super fun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs are hurting like crap. absolute crap. did too many jumps yesterday. then had to run for 2.4 today. i almost died. i gave up. they were killing me. so ya. now it hurts like. like. yea. i can't find a word for it. i have to walk down the stairs step by step. i feel so old. haha. ohwell. getting on and off a chair is torturous. so is going to the loo. haha. tragic please. can't wait for it to get better. than i'll have to run my stupid 2.4 again. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang took this photo. i think it's really nice. so i shall post it up. it's so long ago. but who cares. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/1600/848725/IMG_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/320/686314/IMG_0621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. don't know what to blog about. so yea. bye then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i try to be like grace kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but all her looks were too sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so i try a little freddie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i've gone identity mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-117517937296912871?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/117517937296912871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/117517937296912871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#117517937296912871' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-117086303254285699</id><published>2007-02-07T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:43:52.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall update my EXTREMELY dead blog. yes. update it like once a month. haha. don't know le. since like december, i've become very lazy to come online. it's like, a chore or something to walk downstairs into the computer room and turn on the computer. therefore, i only come online when there is the absolute need to. like today. i'm waiting for my group members to send my the geography stuff for presentation tomorrow. which is probably going to stink. alot. but ohwell. i don't even know my part. kudos to mingde for doing everything. sorry i didn't contribute. the stupid webpage kept hanging on me. heh. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anway. school has started. DUH. like one month plus already. it's actually moving REALLY quickly. which kind of really freaks me out. alot of work and all. and all those tests. freak out. but ohwell. it'll all be over soon i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had band today. was quite good. i like. haha. after that, took all those group photos. and kuku section photos. damn funny la. the guys in my section are camera whores. haha. ohwell. don't have a decent section photo to post up here. will do it the next time i blog. like in march. haha. my blog is tragic. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya. after so long of not blogging, i think i don't know what to blog about anymore. so ya. this entry ends here. till next month then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i see your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i see your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and that's why i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so don't be afraid to let them show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;true colors are beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;like a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-117086303254285699?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/117086303254285699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/117086303254285699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117086303254285699' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-116764902125480464</id><published>2007-01-01T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:57:01.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygod. i haven't been online for one whole month. awesome right? haha. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it? it's 2007 already. too fast too fast! freak out la. going to take the STUPID a's at the end of the year. oh dear. somebody save me. ohwell. but i think 2007's going to be an awesome year. yup yup. absolutely awesome year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. where was i in december. haha. december was like a seriously busy month. first week there was band camp. which was like. well. i don't know how to describe it. haha. it was memorable i suppose. especially the stupid ensemble. haha. which almost killed us. but we survived. thank god. haha. after band camp. there was the "trip to london." which is totally irritating. i'm still very irritated about it. see. i was supposed to go to london. but my aunty, who stays there, didn't want me there. cause she sold her flat and is now staying at her friend's. so if i went there, it would be very troublesome. so she told my mother to tell me not to go. like thanks lo. totally sucks. cause i miss london so much. it's been forever since i last went there. but ohwell. after the "london trip" there was the trip to abu dhabi. which was totally awesome. i really like abu dhabi. for the clueless, it's in the united arab emirates. somewhere in the middle east? haha. anyway. went there to visit my OTHER aunty and her husband. it was very different. totally unexpected. oh. it's not all desert and tents like deborah puts it. haha. hilarious i swear. it's developed actually. cause the UAE is rich? what with all the oil and all. so ya. abu dhabi is just like every other city. it's a really small place. my aunty said it was just 7km from one end to the other. yep. not much to do there though. shopping is rather pointless. so yea. went to the desert on one of the days. I LOVE THE DESERT. it's SUPER duper cool. like. never saw a desert before. i mean. watching it on tv is not counted. so ya. anyway. back from abu dhabi. had band. and all the usual stuff. going out with friends and all. then went back to kl on friday. balik kampong. haha. just that my kampong's in penang. but ya. went to visit my grandma. i almost died of boredom. really really wanted to kill myself. thank god it was only for 2 nights. came home yesterday. rushed out to watch the fireworks and tada. 2007. that about sums up my december. OHYA. we had our awesome twe concert of course. haha. loved every single bit of it. it was super fun. toes almost dropped off because of my heels. but ya. loved the concert. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it for 2006. very fun year. but i think this year will be even better. haha. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cause i've you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but if the rain must fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if i lose it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if the world comes down and takes any soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if the sky turns black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and there's no no way back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it won't matter much to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if i had you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;all i need is your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;that's all i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;all i need is your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-116764902125480464?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116764902125480464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116764902125480464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116764902125480464' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-116454390824802287</id><published>2006-11-26T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:25:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with celia and qazim on friday. so happy. haha. it was damn fun. though we were all very tired. but as usual. we're a bunch of unglam idiots and totally embarrasses ourselves. especially me. i walked into a post. like how retarded can anyone get. it was damn painful la. and i couldn't rub it cause that would look quite sick. haha. so ya. we wanted to act twitish and take neoprints. but didn't do it in the end. haha. ya. basically. didn't really do much la. just went job hunting with celia. haha. but yea. time well spent with them. since i haven't seen them in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to jb today. i really miss that place you know. it's so different now. i think. like new buildings here and there. i really haven't been there since forever i think. ya. and my old house looks so run down. which is really sad. cause i really liked that place. grew up in it and all. yea. it was a very nice and big house. but now it looks so darn crappy. very sad la. ohwell. the whole neighbourhood looks rather crappy. ohwell. still miss that place anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday. went out with my favourite classmates! haha. bang, hong heng and mingde. haha. it was SUPER super fun. haha. spent the whole damn cam-whoring and eating. bunch of fat pigs please. just ate and took photo, then eat and take photos again. i can't believe us. haha. but it was super super fun. can't wait to go chill out with them again soon. tuesday is gelare day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the combined set piece thingy at st pats. which is really sickening because i can WALK to st pats, but i have to report at sajc. OHWELL. never mind. i got over it already. but ya. still kind of sickening. wonder what the set piece sounds like. sunrise in safari. it's that right? sounds damn funny la. haha. like safari? ok.. sounds more like africa. haha. hilarious i swear. ohwell. we'll see how it goes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alumni has started! obviously. haha. due to my gentle reminder on the previous entry. haha. yup. it was actually not bad. attendance was quite good. ya. hope it carries on that way. though it ended quite freakily. due to the shoe theft. which is seriously strange. but ya. then we had to walk around the school. which was really freaky. temasek at night is just a totally not pleasant sight. too dark and too many trees. but ya. found no one. so yea. off we went. can't wait for the next practice. yay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. i think i've said quite alot today. haha. shall post beautiful pictures of my foursome and threesome outing! haha. ok la. just 2 pictures. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/1600/754345/IMG_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/320/388355/IMG_0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting outside taka eating beard papa's DELICIOUS cream puffs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/1600/786876/IMG_0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5967/355/320/371633/IMG_0251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this picture. don't know why. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;these are the times of love and meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ice of the heart has melted away and found the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;these are the days of endless dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;troubles of life are floating away like a bird in flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-116454390824802287?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116454390824802287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116454390824802287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116454390824802287' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-116403020953987626</id><published>2006-11-20T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:43:29.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just a GENTLE reminder to all the temasek alumni members that there's alumni band TOMORROW, 21st of NOVEMBER at 7pm. your attendance would be very much appreciated. thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-116403020953987626?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116403020953987626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116403020953987626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116403020953987626' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-116386007556943330</id><published>2006-11-18T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:27:55.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met up with shaun again today. the poor boy was super bored. called me to meet for dinner. bet i was last resort. but never mind. haha. glad to meet him anyway. yakked about stuff and yea. ate dinner. duh. haha. then i tried my best to entertain him for awhile. but i was super tired. so we decided to go home. yep. and ate the cream puff at beard papa. DAMN NICE please. new favourite thing. oh man. now i feel like eating it again. yum. i shall eat it tomorrow. going out with the foursome! yay. so happy please. haha. going to bring my camera and then the 4 of us can camera whore the whole day. YAY. haha. can't wait for tomorrow. whee whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie marathon with the girls was damn spastic. due to the fact that only ansley and i stayed awake through 3 of the movies. the others fell asleep like halfway through the second and stuff like that. joc was the best. think she slept through everything. haha. mindy wasn't there. sadly. don't have her rubbish. we've decided to watch music dvds the next time and make it a competition as to who will stay awake the longest. haha. now that would be interesting. wish we could do it again sometime soon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've this horrendous blueblack on my knee. ok. it's not that horrid la. just looks very dark. think cause it was "spreaded" this mornind. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sounds like jam. anyway. think i got it from yesterday. where i had to sit in the awkwardest position because ansley fell asleep on my shoulder and by the time she woke up, my feet were numb. haha. classic moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tune in is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS COMING WEDNESDAY, 22nd NOVEMBER from 1 pm to 6 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. so ya. any secondary 4s reading this are invited to come down. you'll surely not regret it. just come down for fun ya? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. that's about all i have for today. think i'll go and sleep. though it's damn early. but i'm damn tired. so ya. till the next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;these words are my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;from my heart flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;there's no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to better say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i love you, i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-116386007556943330?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116386007556943330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116386007556943330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116386007556943330' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-116271518432182161</id><published>2006-11-05T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:26:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>behind enemy lines is a really nice show. watched it last night on channel 5. it's so nice la. watching it the second time wasn't even boring. though the ending was very irritating. because the admiral was assigned to 'administrative' jobs in washington. like what the hell la. sickening. but yea. the show it very nice. should rent the show to watch if you missed it last night. haha. next week is castaway! which is very sad. but nice. yep. hate the ending though. i love saturday moviehouse. is that what it's called? can't remember. commercial free movies brought to you by m1. haha. what the hell. ya. but it's very nice to watch movies commercial free. yep yep. watch movies on saturday nights at 10pm. they're usually very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very bored. supposed to be doing my pw but too lazy to do so. think i'll go attempt doing it later. though i don't really know what i'm supposed to do. ohwell. will do that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the movie marathon with the girls. yep yep. going to get all the chim chim shows and fall asleep. haha. so stupid la. but ya. can't wait for it. it's going to be super exciting. yay! shall start thinking of what other nice shows there are to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored that i feel like re-installing the sims to play. haha. maybe i will. i think that game is so damn fun la. even though it's a bit retarded. running other peopl's lives and all. but it's damn amusing. watching them do all the kuku stuff. yea. maybe i will. if i really can't find anything else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i really don't know what else to blog about. so ya. that's it for today then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;can it be easier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;can i just change my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;cause it just seems to go bad everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;will i be mending?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;another one ending once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-116271518432182161?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116271518432182161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116271518432182161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116271518432182161' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-116221516844896782</id><published>2006-10-30T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:32:48.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met up with shaun today. so good to see him again after like. ages. ok. so the last time i saw him was open house. but that was kind of different. hardly got to talk to him and all. yep. different la. somehow. talked alot today. was nice talking to him. about all those stuff. twe and all. things i've never heard before. helped me understand some stuff actually. what he told me. and it did make sense. so ya. ohwell. i miss that silly idiot. who's so freaking stressed up about his o's. poor boy. haha. ohwell. hope it'll all turn out fine for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for pw to end. even though i should think about chinese first since it's this coming friday. but i really can't be bothered too. which is going to leave me quite screwed i think. but ohwell. whatever. ya. i can't wait for pw to end. it's making me so irritated. stupid process. i think even if i did really badly for pw i don't really care anymore. so yea. whatever la. stupid pw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i don't really have the mood to blog today. so yea. till the nex time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just afraid that's all. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that you'll lose interest in me. that i'll lose you. again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;there's a light in your eyes that i used to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;there's a place in your heart where i used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;was i wrong to assume that you were waiting for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;there's a light in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;did you leave that light burning for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-116221516844896782?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116221516844896782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116221516844896782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116221516844896782' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-116187799624685599</id><published>2006-10-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:53:16.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got phlegm. lots and lots of it. it's spelt that way right? or flem. as hong heng spells it. HYUK. yea anyway. it's alot alot and green. ansley's favourite colour. haha. but i don't think she's going to like the colour of my phlegm. flem? haha. it's making breathing difficult. i have to keep snorting to get it out of nasal passage. for the lack of a biological term to it. ya. but snorting is super unglam. haha. like seriously. that day i snorted and hong heng wanted to die laughing. idiot. it's not my fault that i have "flem" right? and when i breathe out there's that wheezing sound. i hate that sound la. it's like damn irritating. reminds me of long long long long long long long ago when i was still in jb and had bronchitis. i don't know how to spell it. ya. and i wheezed all the time. stupid phlegm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of jb. i miss it that. like seriously. as much as i prefer singapore and all, i do miss that place. back when i was a little kid and it was still a relatively safe place. driving to my friend's house all the time. or them coming over. and cycling around the neighbourhood. and my big big garden. so nice and big. yep. though it always got flooded when there were downpours. but whatever. it was very nice. and that guava tree at the back. yep. i miss my jb house. though it's rundown and ugly now. i somehow wish things were back to the same. like in the past. but it would be different. duh. all my friends are elsewhere already. studying somewhere else in another part of the earth. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched prison break just now. it's FREAKING nice la. like seriously. and it doesn't hurt that wentworth miller (is it?) is so freaking cute. ohmygod. his eyes... i can get lost in them. haha. anyway. the show's really good. so you should watch it. can still start watching. it'll make sense. no worries. quite easy to pick up one. today's was freaking scary la. and they had to go "to be continued..." IRRITATING. but i don't think anything will happen to her. duh. he'll go save her. he's so good looking. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has something to complain about. but there really isn't anything i can do about it. there are certain things i can't control. i could try, but i dare not. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it that hard choosing sides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;catch me as i fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;say you're here and it's all over now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;speaking to the atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no one's here and i fall into myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-116187799624685599?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116187799624685599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116187799624685599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116187799624685599' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-116178613454025846</id><published>2006-10-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:22:14.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate not knowing what to do. what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yes a heart can hallucinate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if it's completely starved for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it can even turn monsters into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;angels from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-116178613454025846?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116178613454025846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116178613454025846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116178613454025846' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-116160705216024932</id><published>2006-10-23T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:37:32.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall blog. just to make deborah and jiahao happy. those crazy farts. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mama has this new crave about healthy food. it's called cous cous. i think that's the way you spell it. it's either cous or cuos. hmm. ohwell. whatever. anyway. it's this little yellow balls of fibre. sounds wrong. but yea. that's what it is. and it's basically tasteless. just like rice. it's like a rice supplement lo. is that the correct word? ya. so this little yellow balls of fibre. which you drizzle olive oil and pepper over to give it more taste. it's supposed to be healthier because it's fibre. like huh? i don't really get what my mama is saying either. i guess maybe it's less carbohydrates? i don't know. yea. whatever la. so yea. try cous cous/ cuos cuos if you're bored. i should think you can find it in marks and spencer. since my mama bought it in england. along with all her other strange healthy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ps for pw meeting today. dragged my sister's huge bulky laptop all the way there when it wasn't even needed. like ARGH. sickening shit. anyway. dicuss what we were going to dump into our op and tada. that was it. they wanted to watch deathnote. which i didn't. since i've already watched it. :D haha. stupid. anyway. yea. so i called up xiaowei and we went to ikea. i love that place please. i want to buy every single thing there. though i do not really have the spending capability to. but yea. whatever. bought duck cards and the photo frame thingy. yep. can't wait to start on it. though it'll prolly come out ugly. OHWELL. sorry if i'm not the least bit creative then. hyuk. took 195 to like one stop later and discovered there was 14. so i got off. and got on a 14 that was going in the opposite direction. yay me. so i decided to take for a few stops before getting off. then the bus went on the expressway. like uber yay me. finally saw a stop which had a opposite stop in sight. pressed the bell kind of a little too late and got scolded by the bus driver. sorry lo. i don't even know where the hell i am can. i was at fairfield methodist secondary. wherever that is. got on the 14 and fell asleep. at least it was in the right direction. and my ass hurt like mad when i got off. yep. that sums up my exciting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deathnote is super nice. though i hate the ending. i mean. ok fine. there will be a part 2. but i still hate the ending. everybody should watch it. like seriously. and the grand cathay is like super cool. it's so big please. reminds me of that theatre back in brisbane. super super big and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. i'm supposed to be doing my op now. so ya. back to that then. till the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i'll stop the world and melt with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and there's nothing you and i won't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i'll stop the world and melt with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-116160705216024932?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116160705216024932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116160705216024932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116160705216024932' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-116092646155762426</id><published>2006-10-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:34:21.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't think my cold sore is getting any better. dang. in fact it's looking sicker i think. i'm so embarrassed. i don't want to go to school. haha. retard. ohwell. when is it going to get better? i'm going to be bored shitless this wednesday's practice. i'll have NOTHING to do. seriously. at least the past few times i had flyers to colour and what not. now i have NOTHING. oh crap crap. what are the chances it'll disappear by wednesday? i hate cold sores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched saving private ryan just now. it's freaking tragic. like super super tragic. i hate it. ok. so it's a good show and all. but it's too sad already. 6 people had to die just to save one. can you imagine? i wouldn't be able to live with that lo. and stupid upham. STUPID STUPID upham. it's all his fault that mellish died. i think it was mellish anyway. and the way wade died was just too sad. and jackson too. ohmygoodness. too sad already. stupid show. don't watch it. just makes you depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad bought a new camera for us. shucks to have to share with my sister. as in. like very mafan lo. and she'll definately hog it one lo. that stupid pig. so ya. might as well just buy it for her. what's the point. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twe's band camp clashes with sajc's band camp. i'm damn sad. SIGH. i was hoping to go for twe's band camp lo. wanted so much to stay over in temasek. been a LONG LONG time since i last did that. now i can't. sigh. ohwell. looking forward to the workshop thingy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. that's all i have today actually. still depressed about the show. don't want it. it's way too gruesome as well. till the next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and hate me by blue october's a really nice song. if only i could just get it. anyone has it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;if you're sleeping, are you dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;if you're dreaming are you dreaming of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i can't believe you actually picked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-116092646155762426?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116092646155762426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116092646155762426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116092646155762426' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-116048476672428971</id><published>2006-10-10T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:52:46.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got cold sore! how sick is that. got it on sunday morning actually. woke up and got freak out by what i saw in the mirror. shall spare the details cause it's quite sick really. thought the were pimples. REALLY weird pimples. haha. so yea. decided to get rid of them. which was a pretty stupid move. cause it started to bleed. like mad. which convinced me they were pimples. until this morning when i was talking to ansley and remembered that i had a history of cold sores. like duh. so ya. went to the doctor just now. was worried that she was going to laugh at me and tell me they were just pimples. gosh. i swear i would have died if that happened. haha. but nope. she said it was viral infection. so yea. not that i'm very glad to have it or anything. but yea. ohwell. can't play my trombone. cause it hurts. like it's at a really strategic place. hope it gets better by saturday. i don't know la. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for you. if not i don't know what i'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i got to go do pw. stinks. ohwell. till the next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;how come you always end up changing your intentions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;how come you always wind up blowing hot and cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;one minute honest then you're full of false pretension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;head in the clouds but still you're desperate to control, to control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-116048476672428971?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116048476672428971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116048476672428971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116048476672428971' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-116022554917188428</id><published>2006-10-07T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:52:29.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after one thousad and one years of not being online, i'm finally online. the stupid promos are over. YAY. finally. feels kind of weird though. like now there's alot of free time, but nothing to do with it. even though we've actually planned so many things to do. but we can't do them all now over the weekends because some of them have to go church and all. so all this extreme activities must wait for the school holidays. yup. ohwell. nevermind. for now we can just find places to walk around aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like today. walked around aimlessly in vivo city. that place is DAMN big. it's quite scary really. you'll just be afriad of getting lost. it's like huge la. haha. and we walked and we walked and we walked and we walked. endless i swear. alot of shops hadn't open. so quite sad. then got no money. so can't really shop anyway. haha. stupid. yep. basically just walking around aimlessly la. then we got tired. wanted to sit down somwhere. tried to find a coffehouse to sit at. but they were all full. damn sickening. so we went to harbourfront centre. hopefully the starbucks there would be available. figured that everyone would be at vivo city. rubbish. there were just as many people at harbourfront centre. finally found a place to sit in the foodcourt. bought cheng tng. that tasted disgusting. and there weren't any longans. while fung yin had six. and she shared half a longan with us. thanks alot. haha. stupid girl. after walking around a bit more, decided to go home. we were supposed to go to esplanade to play lanterns. very sad. we didn't. because of the haze. and we were all very tired. and mindy. that geog student didn't want to harm the environment. not that she was with us anyway. haha. but ya. was supposed to join us later. ohwell. yup. hopefully we'll get to play it next year or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the haze. it's getting really bad. usually from my place when you drive up towards bedok, you get a really nice view of the cbd. but this morning on my way to the mrt, i couldn't see a thing. it's super bad la. very sad. and today. at the underground in harbourfront, we could smell the haze la. how sick is that? underground le. damn tragic la. wish it would rain soon. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to retain. how? ohwell. please don't get retained. i'd don't know what i'd do if that really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. that's about it for today. very tired. feel like sleeping already. ohwell. till the next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;there is something about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you don't even know it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i am telling you know that you got me good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;there is something about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i can't overthrow it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;damn't you got me good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;now that i am alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;with you i am home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i got to let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you got me good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-116022554917188428?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116022554917188428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/116022554917188428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116022554917188428' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115885037921478430</id><published>2006-09-21T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:52:59.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;every minute from this minute now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;we can do what we like anywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i want so much to open your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;cause i need you to look into mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115885037921478430?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115885037921478430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115885037921478430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115885037921478430' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115788076128178474</id><published>2006-09-10T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:32:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was IUD, international unglam day. or so it was, according to qazim. because we couldn't seem to get a decent photo of ourselves. i am pissed. bad photo day. haha. ohwell. what to do. yesterday, went for tuition with ansley. met her in bedok bk. had the urge to go to the airport. so we asked enhui if she minds. she didn't. so off we went to the airport. told ansley it would be quite evil to leave him behind. so yea. invited him to the airport with us. met qazim on the train. and yea. off to the airport. sat at popeyes till like 6? and they chased us away. sickening bum asses. oh yea. don't ever try the japanese spongey cheese cake at crystal jade bakery. or whatever that cake is called. cause it's like so freaky chessy it makes you want to puke. but that's maybe because we ate like 1/4 of the cake ourselves. so yea. and we forgot to take it when we left can? OHMYGOODNESS. there goes $7.50. and some more it's so damn expensive la. like the one we ate at feista was the same price, but much bigger. sickening. so yea. after enhui left, we attempted to study awhile more. but couldn't really. so went to eat popeyes. been forever since i last ate at that place. still as nice. even though i had to eat breast meat. yuck. it was so damn dry and made me so damn full. but yea. it's still really nice. though i accidentally cursed. now he must think i'm un-cultured. if there's such a word. ohwell. the chicken was hot ok? haha. oh. we walked to delifrance and they had this mini paris brest thing. ok. so it's not really funny. but i just found it very funny. ohwell. guess i'm easily amused. heck. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was doing gp presentation just now. it's like DAMN hard la. i hate doing presentations. ohmygoodness. can you imagine when the time comes for the stupid pw one? i'll just kill myself. i swear i will. but ohwell. it's going to be over soon. the gp one at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the promos are coming! freak out! but never mind. that also means my birthday is coming. haha. i shall do a countdown. in a optimistic way. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days to the absolute bliss (end of promos): 27 days&lt;br /&gt;days to my birthday: 17 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. 27 days! quite short la. so ya. happiness soon. then we can go to sentosa, have our movie marathon. and hopefully go out everyday or something. haha. ok then. shall go do my stupid revision. physic. can you belive it? i'm actually doing physics. ohwell. bye then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the whole world was sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and i was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you could just sense this feeling in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;like no one's words were good enough to define what we feared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and no one's words were strong enough to fix what happened here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115788076128178474?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115788076128178474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115788076128178474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115788076128178474' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115727940179582573</id><published>2006-09-03T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:30:01.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taking a break from gp. it's like damn hard. who has yet to do the rjc paper? good luck to you when the time comes. this thingy's from the UNIQUELY SINGAPORE postcard that we koped from outside the general office. i just think it's damn nice and feeling like posting it on my blog. haha. what rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;by the river where once british silver was exchanged for chinese tea, we exchanged sweet nothings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;why not start with a river cruise at sunset. isn't it curious how hearts get closer as shadows get longer. add a slow stroll across victorian bridges. a stolen kiss under an ancient tree. a candle-lit meal under a star-lit sky.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;did her eyes always sparkle?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;where did he learn to make a moment linger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is there romance in the air or is it just another night in singapore, that's simply &lt;em&gt;beyond words?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha. i just think it's so nice. ok. i'm a kuku pok. back to gp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115727940179582573?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115727940179582573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115727940179582573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115727940179582573' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115727139202371502</id><published>2006-09-03T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:16:32.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's THAT time of the year again! when my birthday is coming! in like 24 days. 23 actually. and a few hours. i'm a bloody narcissist. i know. haha. ohwell. who cares. it's coming. yay! finally. after waiting one year for it. like duh. everyone does. haha. STUPID. but anyway. it sucks a little this year. due to the fact it's like the 3rd day of the promos. like whatthehell right? only i could be that lucky. yet again, maybe there are others out there. haha. but anyway. there's no papers on my birthday! THANK GOD. haha. but then. it's not much of a difference. since i'll still have to mug on my birthday lest it results in my getting retained. i wonder if we'll have study break. or if we still have to go to school on wednesday, thursday and friday. i sort of hope there's school. then i can meet my schoolmates and go off to celebrate for awhile from there. but then again, if there's no school. i can celebrate with my other friends. but what makes me think they've got no school. haha. stupid. ohwell. we'll just wait and see then. no birthday wishlist this year. cause i figured nobody ever gets me what i want. so putting a wishlist up here is pretty pointless. haha. plus the fact i'm pretty much satisfied right now. so yep. unless you're going to give me a good brain, i can't think of anything else i want. surprise me then! haha. my skin is so thick. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because it's september. it's also the birthdays of my 2 best buds. i always found it so cool that we 3 shared the same birthmonth. even though mine is like, slightly off. haha. but ohwell. it's still cool all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY YICK JIALIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my blur best bud. the one i've been best bud with for the longest. yup. haha. i was so darn sad when you decided not to join us in sajc. but ohwell. slowly got used to life without you. haha. that sounds quite evil. but miss you all the same! a whole darn lot actually. miss those times we used to have together- banding, mugging, ecping, eating, camping yada yada yada. haha. those were the days huh? how i wish we could revisit them. back in that place that didn't always look like a primary school. haha. ohwell. i'm glad you're doing fine in tjc. yup. smart people like you should go there la actually. don't come to sajc and risk retaining like ansley and me. haha. stupid people. ohwell. haha. so happy that we still see each other in alumni. yup yup. thank god for that. anyway, i hope you'll always have fun climbing rocks. but remember the band is your first love ya? and don't ever forget to come down for alumni. haha. hope you're having fun in malaysia climbing rocks babe! haha. HAPPY BIRTHDAY once again! you'll get your present soon. one day. when i have time to go shopping after my promos. haha. love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY TOH SIHUI ANSLEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; see. i know that your chinese name comes first. after all, i had to memorize the whole namelist back in twe or something. haha. yup. what can i say, that hasn't already been said? haha. that's the problem see. when we see each other everyday and words just don't seem enough anymore. haha. anyways. i can't say too much here. if not i'll have nothing to include in your present. which will come after the promos. sorry. haha. but ohwell. never mind. it's tradition huh? haha. so yea. i wish you happiness la. in whatever you choose. hard as it may be to come down to a decision and have to tell either one of them, you'll just have to do it. and since you already have, i wish you patience and perseverence ya? may you never falter and hopefully, the other one won't either. it's not that bad waiting, trust me. i'll wait with you. haha. HAPPY BIRTHDAY once again babe. love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my 2 best buds: let's hope that nothing ever changes ya? it has so far, so let's keep it going. remember we're supposed to be bridesmaids at each others' weddings? haha. so stupid. but yup. it's our month! finally. haha. happy birthday to us 3. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/Yi%20Mei%20wi%20friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/Yi%20Mei%20wi%20friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the lack of a better picture, i just had to use this. haha. this is quite cool anyway. i think. that's us. going to brisbane. haha. you seem to always forget to take photos with your best friends don't you? i don't know. happens to me. like i've forgotten to take a picture with ansley at every major event that happened to us this year. ohwell. it's imprinted in our minds then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as the leaves and the trees, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the oceans celebrate you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we will live to see many days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and we will dream, we'll dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115727139202371502?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115727139202371502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115727139202371502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115727139202371502' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115686227753286425</id><published>2006-08-29T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:37:57.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came home from temasek. that funny place. it looks like a primary school now. seriously. like, WELCOME TO TEMASEK PRIMARY. haha. it's like. damn funny la. on the walls, there's a history of temasek. of TEMASEK, not our school. but of the lion city. how weird is that? and colonel william farquhar. whom me and xingwen were having a fun time making fun of. quite evil, i know. but very funny all the same. haha. anyway. the school looks like a primary school because of all the divisions of the staircase. like as if the people are so stupid and don't know how to make way for each other when there is a need too. and the steps and painted and our school values are written there. it is the school values right? teamwork and all that jazz. how long has it been since i graduated? haha. goldfish memory. just like bang. anyway. back to alumni. it's slightly better today i suppose. 2 more people. if that's any consolation. oh well. hope people do start coming down soon. but then the exams are starting. so ya. OH WELL. we played mozart! i like.. haha. so happy that we're getting to play that. it's such a nice song la. love it love it. yay. haha. alumni was interesting. as usual. haha. got to see xingwen after don't know how many thousand years. yup. so happy to see him la. haha. brings back fond old memories. haha. sounds so retarded. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO thankful for renliang. haha. really. i am. i don't know what i'd do without him. he's so amusing la. just makes me laugh nonstop. yup. having him as my section mate was the best thing that ever happened to me in temasek. on the section basis. haha. and now that we're 'attending' (for the lack of a better word) alumni together, it just gets even more fun. all that crapping we do together. haha. damn rubbish. when it's just the 2 of us. i wished that dumb pok had come to sajc. stupid idiot. ohwell. at least we have alumni. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my juniors are using autosol on the instruments! OHMYGOD. freak out please. even though it made the silver b50 actually LOOK silver, but it is NOT GOOD. not good at all. ohmygoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think i should end here today. better go look for my gp materials. my file is getting sent for checking. SHIT. oh well. till the next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mychelle, fung yin, xiaowei, eunice, jocelyn, mindy, ansley: when shall we go nerd together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;a distant motorcade and suddenly there's joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;the snow and tickertape blurs all my senses numb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;it's like the finish line where everything just ends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;the crack of radios seems close enough to touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115686227753286425?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115686227753286425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115686227753286425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115686227753286425' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115677204102730407</id><published>2006-08-28T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:34:01.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We'll do it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;On our own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We don't need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Or anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't quite know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Those three words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Are said too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;They're not enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If I lay here I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;f I just lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Forget what we're told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Before we get too old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Let's waste time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chasing cars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Around our heads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I need your grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To remind me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To find my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Forget what we're told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Before we get too old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;All that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;All that I ever was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't know where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Confused about how as well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy. happy as any silly dumb pok can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115677204102730407?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115677204102730407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115677204102730407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115677204102730407' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115607831214752356</id><published>2006-08-20T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:01:30.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went for temasek alumni that day. last tuesday. it was pretty much very funny. like how THE weijian and i decided it shall be the best of the lousiest imitation tokyo kosei wind bands. yup. that's what we are. due to the EXTREMELY pathetic size of the band. 1 flute, 1 oboe, 1 clarinet, 1 saxophone, 1 basoon, 1 trumpet, 1 french horn, 2 trombones and 2 percussionist. yes. welcome to the temasek alumni. haha. but then. as pathetic as it was, i still loved it. being in that band room. with the carpeted walls and the wooden panelling thingy. yup. i love that band room. alot. it just produces this homey vibe. haha. we played the da vincian ___. it was damn weird. the first part was this stupid fanfare thing that i couldn't really play. SHITNESS. and stupid eugene took my score away to play. SHOWOFF. haha. but he gave it back to me in the end. haha. and there was all that bitching. as usual. zat and his DO YOU KNOWs. haha. that abigail was a man? and all that jazz. damn funny. then we played blast from the past too. stupid eugene. that spoiler. had to spoil my happy together. STUPID EUGENE. haha. ya. but overall. the practice was damn fun. even though the attendance was horrible. and i needed to go to the loo! but i had no one to go with me. how sad was that? haha. then i didn't dare go alone. like HELLO. it's the 7th month can. haha. thank god i wasn't urgent or anything. haha. i'm damn stupid. so anyway. i URGE all alumni to come down for practice this tuesday. 7 pm in the temasek band room. i know you guys are all very busy with studies and all that stuff. but it's only 2 hours. all we're taking away is 2 hours of your 168 hours in a week. it's not really that much to ask for. so PLEASE, please come down for alumni this tuesday. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run around the track yesterday with ansley, mindy and eunice. then we did that thingy that mindy taught us. i kept rolling over. it was damn retarded. haha. i felt like a bloody fool la. i wonder how mindy can do it. then jocelyn's and my ass kept hurting. alot. because of that same bendy thingy. it's really damn weird. i'm still not very sure how to do it. haha. and we're running again next saturday! yay. it's the keep fit regime. and fill ourselves with more air. and mindy and mychelle. came super prepared. had nothing to bathe themselves with. mychelle didn't have enough towel space. DAMN funny la please. haha. had to use her DIRTY tshirt to dry herself. kuku girl. haha. hanging out with the girls is SO MUCH fun. haha. thanks you guys! for making my band life SO MUCH more interesting. you're the reason for my loving to come down for band. and of course all that music making the sajccb does together. yup yup. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and of course. you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's time to start nerding. as xiaowei puts it. haha. as much as i hate to, i suppose it is time. i so do not want to get retained. i think i'll just kill myself if that happens. seriously. ohwell. better start nerding already. went for physics tuition yesterday. kinematics actually makes sense now. i'm enlightened i swear. haha. yay. suddenly got the motivation to nerd. haha. nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELIA: everything will be alright. no worries. and if you ever need me, i'll be here. just clear all the stuff and then it'll be ok. trust me on that. i'm here to listen. always. and you just made me doubt our relationship. argh. haha. but nevermind. it'll all be alright. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss qazim and celia. alot. i don't know why. it's so sudden. haha. OHWELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/DSCN1096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/DSCN1096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;well they say that love is in the air, never is it clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;how to pull it close and make it stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;if butterflies are free to fly, why do they fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;leavin' me to carry on and wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;was it you that kept me wondering through this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;when you know that i was always on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115607831214752356?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115607831214752356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115607831214752356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115607831214752356' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115565614200925907</id><published>2006-08-15T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:35:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please do my pw survey! it's like SUPER urgent. thanks many many!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;http://www.makesurvey.net/cgi-bin/survey.dll/2F4A4A6B51744E79A98833EC4DE66D08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115565614200925907?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115565614200925907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115565614200925907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115565614200925907' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115539474748671600</id><published>2006-08-12T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:08:28.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so. band dinner was last night. it was real fun. even though before that it wasn't. at all. all that panicking because of the stupid seniors presents. as in. the presents were stupid, not the seniors. ya. especially the ones for our bone seniors. all that screwing and linking. damn mafan la. swear i could have killed myself la. sickening shit. but it turned out really nice. REALLY REALLY nice. i wish i could have kept them. but that would be quite stupid. since it was meant for them. and eugene and malorie's lamps. which actually turned out quite nice. the stained glass effect and all. their reactions were so funny. eugene was like, oh man. oh man. selvam! haha. TEH! that's the first person he said. then he just kept going oh man. damn stupid la. and malorie looked so touched. damn funny la. haha. and addison's cookie jar. and cheuk's bib. haha. damn cha chat i swear. how do you spell that? i shall go ask zaks. yup. so band dinner was real fun. was real sad that i didn't get to sit with my section though. SIGH. oh well. what to do. it's official. no more life with them. SO SAD. argh. that just totally sucks la. sigh. how eunice? what to do without them? SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;after band dinner, mindy, jocelyn, fung yin, ansley, eunice and xiaowei came down to my place. mindy fung yin and xiaowei shared a cab with nicky. dropped off at the bus stop outside my place. they looked damn funny. haha. like stranded. in the middle of nowhere. walked to my place and dumped the stuff. then walked out to 7eleven to buy junk. walked out in our band dinner clothes. we must have looked quite mental. haha. especially me! i think i looked the most mental the whole night. in my red stripes. looked like i was going for ndp or something. haha. anyway. bought the junk and walked back home. took turns to bathe. almost fell asleep waiting for each other. stayed up and yakked. till like 3 am. i think. mindy and jocelyn ate their really spicy tom yum. damn funny. then mindy had really sexy lips. haha. panting some more. that sounds so wrong. but it was what was going on! haha. yup. funny scene. around 3, we couldn't take it anymore and went to sleep. mindy wanted to tell ghost stories but we were all too tired. haha. damn funny. that crazy woman. so we slept. i woke up at 9. cause had to go down to temasek with colin. he was going to conduct a masterclass for my juniors. after that, went to yong tau fu to eat lunch with the girls. minus eunice. cause she had to go home. all went our seperate ways and i went home to sleep again. such a pig i swear. oh well. haha. still feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yup. so that sums up my last night and today. sort off. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love. with that angel from heaven. yup yup. i am. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what is between us now. i REALLY REALLY REALLY need to know. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;dancing bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;painted wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;things i almost remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and a song someone sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;once upon a december&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;someone holds me safe and warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;horses prance through a silver storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;figures dancing gracefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;across my memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115539474748671600?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115539474748671600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115539474748671600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115539474748671600' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115514527269800497</id><published>2006-08-10T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:43:10.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is finally over. not that i was WAITING EAGERLY for it to be over. but it is finally over. one family, one flag. oh my god. it was such a memorable night la. loved it. loved every minute of it. and our cool new dressing room. that was like super big. and all those pictures that we took. camera whores. with my really classic camera. i like.. haha. but whatever. haha. yup. can't say much about it. cause it's really alot to say. so ya. let's just leave it like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/IMG_7047.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yup. this is so nice. i love this section photo. it's like. classic. really really classic. just looks so smart. i love this photo. and love the people in it. a whole damn lot. thank you all so much. for being there when i needed you all the most. when i needed that encouragement. thank you all many many. i love my bone section. to bits. and i really don't know what i'm going to do without the j2s. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went shopping today. with mindy, fung yin, mychelle and eunice. oh yea. and cheuk. HAHA. how weird is that. saw 2 dresses. which were really nice. and i really liked. one was like SUPER retro. the other one was striped and really loud. i bought the striped one. i figured i would NEVER wear the super retro one ever again. cause it's just too over. i so do not want to be seen on the streets in that. at least the striped one can still wear again. i think. spent quite alot. 71 bucks i think. in total la. with a belt and a hairband. which i think i'm not going to wear. oh my god. i'm an idiot. haha. were suppose to go watch the fireworks. but damn stupid. we didn't catch it. cause we thought we still had alot of time since the president was still inspecting the uniformed groups. or whatever they're called. i know it starts with c but i just can't think of the word right now. such an idiot. so we missed the fireworks. dumb dumb. but i feel accomplished. i actually bought stuff i wanted. it's been forever since i last went shopping. haha. yay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got so many gifts to prepare. how. i'm like dead. i still haven't started studying for h1. nor have i started preparing the gifts. i might as well just kill myself. ok. i shall go print the photos now. till the next time then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wish i could have the last laugh. i wish.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i was halfway home on a jet airplane, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;halfway between joy and pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;thinking about walking with you by the evergreens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;the way that light struck your eye, captured your face, nestled in my memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;caught up in your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115514527269800497?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115514527269800497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115514527269800497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115514527269800497' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115462007755243881</id><published>2006-08-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:47:57.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and it's all just too little too late and we aren't given the chance to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but then again. it's probably my own wishful thinking again. you probably don't even want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when everything seems wrong by ari hest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you come back to your senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Your heart overcomes your pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'll be here with an open mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Here to break your fall from misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You expect me to love just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Even though you won't admit that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You sink your teeth into something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You figure it'll come biting back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But I am not made to tag along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When everything seems wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And I still can breath when you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When everything seems wrong to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don't know if we'd be better off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Living our own separate lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Talking every once or twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Whenever we need each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I can't picture another arm around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Wonder how I would react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Would I scream and shout in anger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Or would I maintain some tact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You know that you're my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;That kind of love will never run out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You know more about me than I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Things I'd never dream of showing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But I can't change the way I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And I'm not asking for miles of room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Just a little time to fill my tank up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Before I run on back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When will you come back to your senses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115462007755243881?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115462007755243881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115462007755243881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115462007755243881' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115426554292248651</id><published>2006-07-30T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:19:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love watching life as we know it. though it gets quite sad sometimes. and doesn't go as i would want it to. but yea. it's a really good show. of course it doesn't kill that all 3 lead actors are so cute. yup. the show rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one tree hill is back! i'm happy. yay. though it's quite weird. don't really know what is going on. since i missed the first episode. i think. and nathan's mum is such a bitch. what's her name again? shit. i can't remember. oh ya. deb. i think. sickening la. stupid woman. can't she just be happy for nathan and hayley. they're so cute together lo. oh well. stupid tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm waiting for las vegas to come on tv. i love love love love love that show. josh duhamel is so gorgeous. sigh. haha. crazy fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. it's like 6 days to the concert. oh my marder. i'm freaking out. i still can't play the stupid variation 3. shall go down earlier tomorrow to do some metronome work before individuals. yup. and i need to polish my instrument. i don't know how to. like that day i already used the silver polish yet it looked quite dirty. don't know le. hmm. i think i'm doing something wrong. or maybe the clothe is dirty. maybe i shall ask wenmin for her. she polished her bone and it looked fine. yup. think i'll do that. and i got to wash my mouthpiece. i brought the scrub home! shall go wash it later. i think i'll bathe my trombone one of these days. bring it home to bathe or something. i can imagine that it's filthy inside. how sick. yup yup. my bone needs a bath. yup jocelyn. it's a BONE. haha. get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to be doing the stupid gp mini presentation. but i'm quite lazy to do it. maybe later. mingde and i are doing on death by hanging. that day, shiwei and chan jing did on death by electric chair. and mr fang said that when the flesh burns it actually smells sweet, like barbeque smell because after all, it's meat. ok. how sick is that? freak out please. and death by gas chamber. if you take too long to do your body fluids would start to flow out. HOW FREAKING SICK IS THAT? oh my marder. i wonder who came up with all these REALLY sick ways of dying. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i watch las vegas? or sleep early. hmmm. oh well. think about that later. as for now. on to my mini presentation. till the next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;you'll follow me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;with the sun in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;bedshaped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and legs of stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;you'll knock on my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and up we'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;in white light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i don't think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;but what do i know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;what do i know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115426554292248651?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115426554292248651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115426554292248651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115426554292248651' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115401691880896899</id><published>2006-07-27T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:15:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to sleep. so badly. i'm totally lacking sleep. it's been going on like this since like forever. was doing the stupid seating plan the past few days. which isn't really going to be used anyway. which REALLY sucks. because i had SUCH A FUN time drawing 135 mini boxes. and running up and down photocopying them. ya. and now. i have to do my stupid pw. of which i figured we're going to get a band 4. life rocks i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod. my sister just called. on her handphone i suppose. then i can hear my own voice echoing in the background. and my voice is SO LOW!!! haha. that sounds really retarded. but i don't remember my voice being so low. i remember xingwen said my voice was actually quite high. and i sound exactly like my sister. gosh. that is SO weird i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't find my angels and airwaves song. sickening shit. does anyone know the title of the song. one of the lines go "i can't live, i can't breathe, unless you do this with me." ya. my msn nickname. i love the song! sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think too much into it dumb dumb. and remember the boyish looks that you are going to stare at forever more. and of course. that sexy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. think i'll go then. nothing else to blog about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cannot find back what we lost before. i don't think it's really worth trying. but maybe we can start again. discover a new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm frightened at night and the wind has a roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it seeps through the hall and from under the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;like the shit that was said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can't take it that well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i give and i give and i give and i give and i'm still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115401691880896899?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115401691880896899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115401691880896899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115401691880896899' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115384238974019537</id><published>2006-07-25T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:46:31.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel my eyelids shutting. but shit. i can't go to sleep. cause i'm waiting for zhi qi to get back to me with who is playing for which band. gosh. i need to sleep. tomorrow have to wake up so early again. meeting eunice, dorothy and jocelyn for breakfast! haha. then go to school for service learning. yup. we're going to clean one room flats. oh dear. haha. oh well. it's for charity! yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is going to be a long long long long long long long long long long long long long long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could just sit and stare at you and listen to everything you say for the rest of my life. yes. i definately could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't konw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i kind of can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;you'll complete me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;then my life can finally begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i'll be worthy right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;only when you realize the gem i am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115384238974019537?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115384238974019537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115384238974019537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115384238974019537' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115358422001822686</id><published>2006-07-22T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:03:40.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE MY OOHGA SHAGA SISTERHOOD! yup. that's what we are until mindy thinks of a better name. ansley, alison, eunice, dorothy, fungyin, mychelle, mindy, jocelyn, zakiah, weiqin, xiaowei! we are the super unglam people who laughs really loudly; mouth wide-opened; banging the table; clapping our hands; stamping our feet. yup. that's us. oh yea. and singing kuku songs with kuku actions. and of course. singing our band songs. totally out of tune and totally wrong tone colour most of the time. but who cares. we have loads and loads of fun. i love having nothing to worry about. just sitting there and laughing our silly heads off. yes. i love my oohga shaga sisterhood. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zak and mych: THANKS SO MUCH for that day. really really thanks many many. HAHA. that sounds so stupid. but yea. seriously. thank you so much ya? really needed to tell somebody all those stuff and i never got the chance to tell anyone. so just dumped everything on you guys that day lo. don't know why also. so sudden. but glad i did anyway. haha. thanks so much for the endless support. you guys rock i swear! haha. don't know what i'll do without you guys and the oohga shaga sisters. haha. sounds so silly la. what the hell. that's us isn't it? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qazim and celia: my 2 best buds that i still keep in contact with from secondary school. other then ansley. and that doesn't really count. haha. yea. i miss you both like so much la. can't remember when was the last time i saw you all. but it's been like that for quite awhile huh? very sad. anyway. hope you guys are doing fune with your lives. do call me if you want to chat or something! haha. i miss you 2 like mad. miss you SO DAMN MUCH i swear. ohwell. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luis: or is it louis? haha. so sorry. don't know how to spell your name. haha. anyway. conversing with you on my tagboard was real fun. now we do it on friendster. haha. as for the zidane thing. WELL. each to his own ya? or to her own. haha. so we should stop arguing about that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ansley: yakking at kfc was real fun. been a long time since we did that huh? yea. wished we had more time for each other. so ironic huh? that we still see each other all the time but hardly have anytime for each other. SIGH. what to do. if you ever get stressed out with your work do go ask someone else for help. i'm sure there's someone out there who can help you. no worries. we'll pull through ya? we definately will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brian, lek, jialin: thanks you guys! so much. for agreeing to go for the concert. it really means alot to me. seriously. didn't want to bother you guys into going for another one of our concerts. but you actually didn't mind. yup. that was real great of you all. hopefully, will get to see you on that day itself. if not. THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang, hong heng, mingde: HELLO! my class buddies. haha. don't know what i'd do in school if it wasn't for you 3. haha. i never fail to laugh whenever i'm with you all. thanks for the neverending entertainment. must stick together for the next 2 years ya? don't leave me alone retained in j1. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love to all my friends. haha. this is a stupid shout-out entry. yea. like what the hell. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this is the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that i will show my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;one last tender lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and then i'm out of this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so tread it into the carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;or hide it under the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;say that some things never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well i tried and i tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115358422001822686?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115358422001822686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115358422001822686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115358422001822686' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115349509372202739</id><published>2006-07-21T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:18:13.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2 matches isn't good enough. HELLO. 5 was suppose to be it. but at least he was punished. stupid materazzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZIDANE ROCKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;remember what frodo said in lotr? something about i wished the ring had never come to me? or something like that along those lines. ya. i wished the ring had never come to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;and i miss you so much you woudn't even be able to understand. but for what? the person i miss isn't the one i really know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'm all out of faith, this is how i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'm cold and i am shamed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lying naked on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;illusion never changed into something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'm wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a little late, i'm already torn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115349509372202739?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115349509372202739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115349509372202739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115349509372202739' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115297849353062176</id><published>2006-07-15T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:48:14.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mucus is dripping like mad. ok. that sounds kind of sick. it's not dripping like mad. it's just that i've got sinus and it won't stop flowing out. ok. that sounds just as sick. stupid sinus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pirates is out! and i want to watch it. shit la. when will we all have time to watch it la. sickening. i want to watch. so exciting. it looks damn nice. hmmm. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually passed my chemistry can? i can't believe it. haha. so shocking. whee whee. damn cool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in me lesson that day, the four of us decided that we were going to work on compassion and stop laughing at people in crutches. haha. damn rubbish please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this is a pretty pointless entry. i don't have much to say see. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. the world should stop blaming zidane and take a good look at materazzi. seriously. there's always 2 sides in cases like this. so ya. take a good look at the other side. of course zidane was wrong. but still. sickening that only he gets blamed and materazzi goes scot-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm like super bored. i wonder if there's anything to watch on tv. highly unlikely. i give up la. i'm going offline. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i don't know your thoughts these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;we're strangers in an empty space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i don't understand your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;it's easier to be apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115297849353062176?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115297849353062176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115297849353062176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115297849353062176' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115262883420978924</id><published>2006-07-11T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:40:34.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES YES YES! the common tests are over. haha. i sound so freaking retarded. but ya. they are officially over. WHEE!! haha. i'm going to fail everything. obviously. chemistry was actually manageable. but my brain kind of failed on me. so ya. f for that then. physics. well. what so you think? i'm so going to top the class. from the bottom. that's going to be ungraded i swear. maths was actually ok. i don't know. i think it's ok. but the others think it's hard. oh no. something is wrong with me. but i think i'll still fail maths after all. i mean. it's ok in the sense that if you gave me one whole day to do it i would be able to. so ya. haha. f for that then. beautiful huh? i already told my mama i was going to fail my common test. oh well. whatever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually watched the world cup finals. i'm so freaking saddened by it i want to cry everytime i think about it. i went to sleep around 11:30 after watched las vegas. woke up at like 1:45 and started watching the match. i was so freaking happy when zidane got the penalty. then that stupid italian guy did that stupid header to even it out. argh. second half was sickening cause there were like no goals. and then zidane head butted the same stupid italian guy. i was like WHAT THE HELL IS ZIDANE THINKING? god. i was so like, i don't even know the word for it. like WHAT THE HELL? and zidane got sent off. red card please. damn sad la. i was so freaking sad la. then italy went on to win the penalty shootout. argh. i could have just died there and then. then all these papers. all the headlines the same, why, zizou, why? ya. i'm like freaking puzzled. why the hell did he do that la? damn sad. like what a way to end a beautiful career huh? feel so sad for him. shall always remember him as being a wonderful player. and try my best to not remember that stupid red card incident. poor guy. next world cup, brazil is going to win. i swear. haha. so weird. talking about france all the way then now i want brazil to win. haha. teh. oh well. zidane won't be playing anymore. so ya. sad case i swear. wait 4 more years for it to come back again then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town today with mindy, eunice and ansley. xiaowei joined us later. walked around pretty aimlessly. haha. actually. kind of got aim. looking for our band dinner outfits. haha. found a lot of really nice ones. but they were all so freaking expensive. how the hell was anyone suppose to afford that? madness. walked until my legs hurt like mad. seriously painful. met hilmi too. outside the shop that eunice is going to buy her dress. EUNICE. MUST REMEMBER TO BUY THE DRESS. haha. sat at gelare for quite sometime. then went on to wheelock place. went to the really nice paper shop. god i love it i love it i love it! it's damn nice la. i want to make a photo album like that too. why do i not have a SINGLE bit of creativity in me? tragic. then we walked around a bit. stood outside the adidas shop and watched the jose +10 advertisement. very nice. i like. haha. all the hot footballers. haha. did you know the 1st segment is actually much longer than what they show on tv? sickening. and they don't even show the 1st segment anymore la. irritating. oh well. very nice. stood there like idiots for quite awhile. haha. the boy who plays jose is damn cute. haha. reminds me that we had to explain the advertisement to mychelle yesterday cause she doesn't really see the link to impossible is nothing. haha. genius. then we went home! that was our day basically. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love going to orchard mrt. go up the escalator where i am surrounded by my hot footballers. haha. i wanted to go up and down a few times but ansley wouldn't really let me. so ya. haha. OHWELL. i think zidane is hot. hot old man. HAHA. that sounds so freaking wrong. but oh well. and his nice and clean shaven head. haha. i sound like an absolute pervert. but really! i think zidane is hot. oh well. i have weird taste i suppose. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the common test are over, we're going to start banding like mad. yup. all out for the august concert. freak out. and alumni is starting soon. i can't wait! it's been forever since i last stepped into that band room. miss that place. many many. can't wait to play my lovely vincent bach b50 again. and of course. my courtois in sajccb. yup yup. back to boning. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for mindy to come online so i can send her songs. but she isn't online. what only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that hard to fall in love with someone like you. every day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a line from the advertisement. doesn't have any hidden meanings. no. really. haha. i'm a big kuku fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm the underdog. as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;oh, crystal ball, crystal ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;save us all, tell me life is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mirror, mirror on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;oh, crystal ball, hear my song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i'm fading out, everything i know is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so put me where i belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115262883420978924?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115262883420978924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115262883420978924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115262883420978924' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115192449537365604</id><published>2006-07-03T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:01:35.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;it's funny when you find yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;looking from the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i'm standing here but all i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;is to be over there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;why did i let myself believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;miracles could happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cause now i have to pretend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;that i don't really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i thought you were my fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;a dream when i'm not sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;a wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;thats coming true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but everybody else could tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;that i confused my feelings with the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;when there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i swore i knew the melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;that i heard you singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and when you smiled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;you made me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;like i could sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but then you went and changed the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;now my heart is empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i'm only left with used-to-be's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;once upon a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;now i know your not a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and wishes on a star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;uust don't come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cause now even i tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;that i confused my feelings with the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cause i liked the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;when there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i can't believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i could be so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;it's like you were floating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;while i was falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and i didn't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cause i liked the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;thought you felt it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;when there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the song! haha. what the hell. it's when there was me and you from high school musical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115192449537365604?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115192449537365604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115192449537365604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115192449537365604' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115185625702575801</id><published>2006-07-02T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:23:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went out to study today! yay! with qazim. obviously. hilmi was suppose to come along. but he didn't in the end. oh well. so it was just the 2 of us. i studied chemistry. seriously studied. cause qazim wouldn't talk to me. and he wouldn't lend me his 8 days to read. that idiot. haha. but thanks to him la. haha. then celia came to join us around 4. after he lunch with a quarter of her cell group. haha. qazim left. to go to ps with his family. to buy himself a new ugly phone. nokia 6131 is it? or something like that. it's not really that ugly la. haha. went home. walked out to cold storage to buy pie for dinner. cooked out own dinner. watched legally blond. was going to go to sleep when qazim asked me to come online. so ya. that was my day. quite uneventful really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qazim: thanks MANY MANY for accompanying me to study today. really appreciated it. haha. you were bored. or tired and broke as you put it, but you still tried to stay with me as long as possible. THANKS SO MUCH! haha. i'll do my best yea? though i think i'll still fail everything. haha. but i'll give you free tuition. no matter what. haha. thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. going out to study with ansley tomorrow. IN THE EAST! yay! finally. i miss being an eastie. that sounds so absolutely retarded since i still live in the east and all. but it's like, half my day is spent NOT in the east. so it's quite like sad. last time, i schooled in the east, ate in the east, studied in the east and hung out in the east. and that's like outside my place that kind of thing. since we went to sajc, we've been studying at places along the red or purple line. that kind of thing. so yea? miss the east and all. tomorrow will be cool and all. i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall go. bye. ooh. here's a nice photo from friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/DSCN1091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/DSCN1091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;            i never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i never knew that everything was falling through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;that everyone i knew was waiting on a queue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;to turn and run when all i needed was the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;but that's how it's got to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;it's coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'd rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;the smoke and who's still standing when it clears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115185625702575801?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115185625702575801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115185625702575801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115185625702575801' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115174604618596821</id><published>2006-07-01T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T17:27:26.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>common test start next week. ultimate shitness. i have yet to touch a single book today. no mood i suppose. some more i'm at home. nobody to go out to study with. since my usual study partners are done with their exams. sickening. oh well. think i'll try to persuade qazim to go out and study with me tomorrow. hopefully he'll be nice and go along. if not i don't know what i'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first week of school has actually not been that bad. minus chinese paper. that was like shit. how the hell are you suppose to do a comprehension that has blanks in it? HELLO. so ya. that is definately going down the drain. the rest of the week was pretty ok. hanging out with bang, hong heng and ming de again is great fun. missed those guys a whole load over the holidays. so fun to be walking around with them again. and the studying session after school with some band mates. yup. studying and talking of course. haha. realy fun. all the crap we talked about. like pregnancy and all that jazz. damn funny. none of us are ever going to give birth. haha. stupid kuku farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met celia for dinner last night. at town. she watched me eat actually. we watched 3 people steal our seats at the taka foodcourt right in front of our eyes. like thanks lo. those stupid tarts. finally got a seat. after dinner walked around aimlessly. crazy woman was on the high. haha. talking about all sorts of crazy things. then walked to far east. cause she wanted to buy shoes or a bag. but she couldn't find one. she came to the conclusion that god didn't want her to buy anything. haha. wth i tell you. sat down at some cha chat chairs after walking around for a really long time cause both our legs were hurting like mad. sat there and yakked for quite awhile. saw paul twohill and alot of lesbian partners. finally left the place. discussed about the society and lesbians and gays. haha. damn spastic la. can't believed we actually talked about such stuff. decided to take the train home. she had to top up her ezlink but it was expired. went to the passenger service to get change for her 50 bucks note. to tampines was $2.50, so she had to go back to get even more change. when we got to the counter, she didn't even say anything and the person gave her 2 $5 bills. haha. damn funny. just as we were going in, hear our names REALLY loudly. guess who. qazim. haha. so embarrassing la. crazy guy. announce to the whole world. hugged both of us at the same time. that bloody pimp. haha. took the train home together. camera whored like mad. haha. took so many pictures la. think we were making a whole damn lot of noise. haha. oops. qazim waited with me for the bus. yakked some more. recorded his voice for my message alert tone. DAMN funny please. haha. then i got home. watched some tv and went to sleep. yep. that kind of sums up my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll go. back to try and study or something. oh well. till the next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when things finally do come my way, i don't know how to react. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i think i'll go to Boston,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i think that i'm just tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i think i need a new town, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to leave this all behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i think i need a sunrise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm tired of the sunset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i hear it's nice in the summer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;some snow would be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;where no one knows my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115174604618596821?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115174604618596821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115174604618596821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115174604618596821' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115114713908500364</id><published>2006-06-24T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T19:05:39.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. so the bloody school holidays are coming to an end. ARGH. how shitty is that? that is ultimate shitness ok? bloody hell. damn sad la. like it's already coming to an end. sigh. i wish it was longer. why don't we have like summer vacation or something. then it'll be the whole year long! haha. retard. but yea. oh well. and the common test! are starting soon. yay me. i'm going to fail EVERY SINGLE THING i swear. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to study with jialin and qazim yesterday. tried to. didn't really study. cause of alot of little itty bitty stuff. like durex. haha. stupid la. the durex thing is damn stupid. qazim kept harping on it. it's not my fault. haha. and he doesn't know how to pronounce my name! after all this years! i am so hurt please. haha. and what else did we do? i can remember. but we did alot of stupid stuff la. said alot actually. as usual. it's just us anyway. oh well. and now qazim is enlightened on ams. yay him. now he loves h1 chemistry. haha. idiot. walked with qazim home. cause i wanted to take a cab at first. from kembangan. cause i was too lazy to take a bus. yea. so qazim told me why not walk with him then take cab from the mainroad near his house, then we can talk along the way. so ok lo. did just that. he was suppose to pick up his father's pants from the dry cleaners, but it was already closed. oops. haha. went back to the mainroad to wait for the cab. waited for like don't know how many years for the bloody cab to come. but it still didn't come. i don't know what the hell are wrong with all these cabs la. why don't they drive by that road. and all this motorcycles driving in formations. trying to look like cabs. WHATTHEHELL? in the end, walked back to bedok interchange to take a bus. haha. so stupid la. my wanton mee was like bloody cold by the time i got back home. damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QAZIM: you're birthday is coming! haha. free advert again. haha. august 2nd ya? everyone remember the date please. anyway. it's been great fun hanging out with you this holidays. quite a bit ya? studied with you quite a bit if i remember correctly. haha. all those stupid study sessions. which weren't really productive. but very fun all the same, cause i did it with you. haha. be touched ya? idiot. haha. and you still want to end our friendship? just because i called you retarded? fine lo. whatever. haha. oh well. must tell me your results ya? when they do come out. haha. don't worry. i'll tell you mine. then we can compare who got lower. haha. remember to not use durex's competitors products ya? haha. DUREX DUREX DUREX. love you darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIALIN: hey babe! thanks for studying with me this holidays too. haha. it's been great fun. seriously. what with all your blur moments and all. mow the lawn? only you could come up with that. haha. but seriously, it was hilariously entertaining. haha. love you all the same babe! haha. hope we can hang out together again sometime ya? haha. and for goodness' sake, buy yourself a new wallet ya? if you're not going to do it, tell me, i'll buy it for your birthday. haha. love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELIA: DARLING! hardly got to spend ANY time with you this holidays. sigh. damn sad please. since you're so busy with you projects, and i got to study and do my stuff. i wonder when's the next time we'll both be bloody free and able to meet each other again. soon la, i hope. i hope you're doing fine still. in all areas of your life. haha. do update me on anything that has to do with him ya? haha. i'll tell you when a new one comes into my life. haha. and we shall all live happily ever after k? haha. so lame. but yea. LOVE YOU DARLING! take care and see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. i am not sleeping tonight. haha. it's the last night i'm going to get to stay up all night. and so i shall. just like a kuku fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says i'll never be happy? i will. if you'll just let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sunlight, opened up my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to see for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you'll open them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and tonight, rivers will run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and not for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rivers will run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115114713908500364?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115114713908500364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115114713908500364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115114713908500364' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115099246606360808</id><published>2006-06-22T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:07:46.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>qazim wants the saddie waddies to do this. so i shall. and you know the stupid thing about this? i can't copy and paste the bloody thing from his blog. so i have to type everything out. thanks qazim, many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;1) i'm in my pajamas now.&lt;br /&gt;2) my hair is very messy. always.&lt;br /&gt;3) i'm going to fail my common tests. f for everything.&lt;br /&gt;4) i just came home from my twe band bbq.&lt;br /&gt;5) i get sweaty palms in cold places.&lt;br /&gt;6) i'm very hairy. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;7) i'm going out to study with qazim and jialin tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me.&lt;br /&gt;1) cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;2) getting retained at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;3) losing my family.&lt;br /&gt;4) losing my friends.&lt;br /&gt;5) regretting past decisions.&lt;br /&gt;6) dying in some freak accident.&lt;br /&gt;7) being disappointed. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random music.&lt;br /&gt;1) fantasy variations.&lt;br /&gt;2) that roll over the ocean, roll over the sea, go and do your part to build community song that we were singing just now.&lt;br /&gt;3) behind these hazel eyes.&lt;br /&gt;4) la bamba.&lt;br /&gt;5) dance dance.&lt;br /&gt;6) where is your boy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;7) the school song. up and on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i like the most.&lt;br /&gt;1) boning.&lt;br /&gt;2) doing stuff with my friends- saddie waddies, asses, the class foursome, the band mates&lt;br /&gt;3) singing at the top of our voices not caring who is listening&lt;br /&gt;4) dancing&lt;br /&gt;5) talking, laughing, gossiping all at the same time&lt;br /&gt;6) having fun&lt;br /&gt;7) watching cool movies and tv shows like she's the man and life as we know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i say the most&lt;br /&gt;1) ya man.&lt;br /&gt;2) seriously.&lt;br /&gt;3) no shit.&lt;br /&gt;4) bloody hell&lt;br /&gt;5) what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;6) ah-dway. figure out what that is.&lt;br /&gt;7) marder.&lt;br /&gt;8) shitness.&lt;br /&gt;9) yea.&lt;br /&gt;since qazim can exceed. yea.&lt;br /&gt;7 people to do this&lt;br /&gt;1) celia.&lt;br /&gt;2) the bandies.&lt;br /&gt;3) the asses.&lt;br /&gt;4) the class foursome.&lt;br /&gt;5) anyone.&lt;br /&gt;6) everyone.&lt;br /&gt;7) someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i kind of ran out of people. so yea. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;steady lungs, don't fail me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i feel you bursting but you won't let me die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;fill me up with every step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'm feeling sick, but i'm leaving it behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115099246606360808?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115099246606360808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115099246606360808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115099246606360808' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115052914037471642</id><published>2006-06-17T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T15:25:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. ya. haha. i was uploading my pictures into the computer just now. brings back good memories. whee. haha. would like to put all of them here, but there's kind of quite a lot? haha. so ya. oh well. i'm sure everyone has their own photos to look at too. so yea. whatever. haha. i want more photos from all the other cameras! but they don't seem to be online. sian. only junjie's online. and he's got too many. so he has to burn them into a cd for us. ya. that's the amount of photos he has. dumping my photos on photobucket. no one else seems to be doing that. only mindy and i have. haha. how silly. shall ask them about it on monday then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this insurance woman called me just now. from aia? malaysia. damn funny please. she ends every single sentence with a la and she speaks with that accent. like she just started learning how to speak english and it's still not very fluent. has difficulty saying some words and all? you know. that kind. it's evil to laugh, but it's really very funny. you have to listen to her to understand. yea. she was trying to sell me some insurance policies. i didn't really understand what she was saying. i asked if she wanted to speak to my mum and she told me she'll call me back later. how extremely queer. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the 9 o'clock show on channel 8! though i hate it slightly cause shawn chen is dead. dang. there goes our eye candy. shitness. so sad la. he wasn't suppose to die lo. until like next week or something. ya. cause we figured that he was going to die sooner or later, just a matter of time. and we guessed it would be sometime next week, not too early and not too late. but what the hell! he dies in the 3rd episode. it was the 3rd right? damn spoiler please. but the show is still very nice. and very interesting. whee whee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of tv shows. one tree hill is coming back on starworld! YAY! haha. i can't wait. shit. i forgot all the character's names. haha. stupid. oh well. but i can't wait to watch it anyway. so interesting. whee whee. and there's this nice new show? on startworld too. on tuesday. life as we know it? or something like that la. about high school boys and how they think about sex every 15 seconds. really interesting! should watch it. haha. it's on tuesdays at 8pm. yep. can't wait. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school in the morning yesterday. to get my bone. junjie was there too. and he bought me the really nice bag from fremantle! ok. so he didn't exactly buy me the bag. i have to pay him back for it. haha. but it's bloody nice! and i love it! YAY! haha. it's damn nice la. i don't understand why everyone says it's not nice. oh well. whatever la. haha. then we sat there and laughed and laughed because junjie bought us KNEE HI toe socks for god's sake. oh man. damn spastic la. like what the hell. then eunice and i tried it on. she looked like a clown and i looked like a caterpillar. we decided that one of the saturday band practices, we were both going to wear it. with jeans of course. so everyone won't know that we were wearing KNEE HI socks. so bloody kuku please. left my old bag in school. decided i would get it another day or something. went to the airport to study. with jialin, qazim and hilmi. ate at terminal 2 staff canteen. the meiji milk aunty, pirated cd people and all those people with their barang barang were gone. quite sad really. cause i wanted to drink meiji milk. haha. oh well. finally finished eating and went to macs to study. met xiaowei. she looked kind of dazed. haha. gave up studying there cause we were all craving for hershey's sundae pie at burger kings. haha. stupid. yep. so we migrated to bk. and yea. studied there. though it was quite distracting. alot of traffic. then keep asking stupid "i wonder" questions. haha. but we did manage to study. i now know how to draw graphs! i think. haha. oh well. somehow i do la. oh well. stopped studying around like 7? then started wandering around cause we had time to kill. actually. i had time to kill. yea. they were just killing time with me. qazim carried my bone. got the sensation of falling backwards. damn retarded. haha. went to marrybrowns. the guys wanted to eat banana split. then we waited there for don't know how long. and the guy came out and told us there were no more bananas. like WHAT THE HELL? it took you so long to realise your had no more bananas? ya man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. going to bake cookies. for fathers' day. whee! till the next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;when you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;when you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;when you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;stuck in reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;when the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;when you lose something you can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;when you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115052914037471642?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115052914037471642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115052914037471642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115052914037471642' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115021318392024353</id><published>2006-06-13T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:30:28.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out to "study" with qazim and jialin today. ya. "study". haha. i just wasn't in the mood i suppose. to study. too many things on my mind. yep. getting distracted and all. oh well. plus it really sucked having to study during the holidays. like how sad is that? bloody hell. but did manage to like read through a few pages of my chemistry notes. ya. like as if i absorbed anything. ohwell. at least i spent time with my 2 buddies. haha. stupid qazim. who never fails to make me laugh. that retard. and jialin. haha. what the hell please. mow the lawn. gardeners fm. haha. what the hell la. can't wait to study with these 2 crazy farts again tomorrow. whee. ya. "study". haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ATTENTION ALL PICTIONARY PEOPLE: STUDYING NEXT MONDAY AT THE AIRPORT. MEET 1 PM AT TANAH MERAH MRT STATION. GATHER ON THE PLATFORM AT THE CENTRE THERE SO THAT WE WON'T ALL BE LOST AND LOOKING FOR EACH OTHER WHICH WOULD BE PRETY RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yay. i can't wait la. to go out and study with those people. haha. yay. it's going to be so much fun. not like we're actually going to study la. we're just going to end up talking and probably camera whore. so ya. haha. we're basically quite doomed for our common test. oh well. i still can't wait to go study with them anyway. whee whee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i got to go. discuss pw. till the next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i lie to you? would that save the situation? but i wouldn't want you to make the decision for me. so what right do i have to make it for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115021318392024353?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115021318392024353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115021318392024353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115021318392024353' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-115009687900631745</id><published>2006-06-12T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T15:27:36.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back from perth! whee! i can't exactly blog on everything that happened there. that would be too long and quite boring somehow. so yea. haha. perth was cool! very cool. haha. it turned out so much better than i expected it to. i was totally dreading going to perth. cause i've been there before. and the last time i was there i almost died of boredom. i had 2 weeks of picnics in the parks. haha. that was damn sad. seriously. but this time, it was so much more fun. i suppose it was because i went there with friends. so it's like, different. somehow. i don't know. it was just damn fun. haha. made a whole bunch of new friends. and i mean a whole damn big bunch. haha. we're the pictionary gang. and it was damn cool. haha. we're the uber kuku gang la. haha. did all the silly things, alot of camera whoring and of course, played pictionary every night. haha. damn fun la. i love our gang. made this trip so much more fun. haha. thanks loads to MINDY, JOCELYN, ALISON, FUNG YIN, WEI QIN, ANSLEY, XIAO WEI, DOROTHY, EUNICE, LYNETTE, ESTHER, MYCHELLE, ZAKIAH, JARRYL, JUNJIE. did i leave anyone out? see. that's why. the gang is way too big. haha. can barely remember who is in it. haha. thanks so much to you guys for making this trip so much more enjoyable. all the retarded things we did together. like window shopping, seriously WINDOW shopping, taking videos, jumping over the post thingy, singing songs, shopping when we do get the chance, yakking all night long, going to the convenience stall, playing germs, playing pictionary and everything else we did in perth. and albany. and denmark. and fremantle. haha. can't wait to see you guys again! are we really going to upload all our photos onto 1 photobucket account? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perth was fun la. and damn cold. actually. perth wasn't really that cold. it was stupid albany. karma chalets. BLOODY COLD place. oh man. walking around at night can kill la. and it's like, already wearing so many layers and still so cold. damn spastic la. haha. just walking from my chalet to mychelle's which was next door was damn cold. and my stupid chalet. the fire wasn't really working. i guess it was just all of us quite stupid la. don't know how to use it. haha. so yea. nobody slept in our chalet. chillingolah. it was like the bags chalet. to keep our bags. and to eat breakfast and bathe. haha. damn spastic. all of us just went to different chalets to sleep. which was damn stupid. haha. we slept at mychelle's. all of us on the floor. huddled together to keep warm. and the blankets were like DAMN thick. damn nice la. so nice and warm underneath it. haha. the first night we stayed up to yak about all sorts of rubbish. all these random people in sa that only a few of us knew. it was interesting to listen to though. haha. junjie and jarryl fell asleep. whoops. haha. went to sleep around 2+. the next night, we figured that there was going to be a 5hour ride for us to sleep, so let's just all the way the whole night. haha. though some of them quitted halfway, decided to go back to sleep. so it was left with me, jarryl, junjie, alison, mychelle, eunice, dorothy, xiaowei. yea. i think that was it. then we played germs. it was damn spastic. we had to move to the room to play cause we were making too much noise. haha. oops. played till like 3+ and gave up cause we were all too sleepy. had about 2 hours of sleep before waking up for the 5 hours bus ride. yep. that was the time we spent in karma chalets. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really remember much else that happened la. must look at the photos then i can remember. haha. my photos are all still in the camera. the card's too small to fit into my sister's laptop. so got to borrow the usb port from uncle jeff. i don't have many photos either. so yea. pretty pointless. i know my face is like in alot of other cameras though. haha. camera whore. oh well. have to wait for junjie to come back. he has alot of photos lo. haha. yup. must wait for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. now that we're back in singapore, we got to start studying. ARGH! this stinks. qazim is now out studying with hilmi. i feel guilty for not studying. haha. oops. maybe tomorrow. but i want to go back to twe tomorrow. maybe i'll bring my books there to study. or something. so kuku! haha. oh well. i'll find a way. better start soon. think i'll fail my common test. duh. of course i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my sister about all the shopping experiences i had in perth. then i asked her if she wanted to go there. then she was like on la. and i'm like on also. like i don't mind man. after all i am going to fail my common test. so ya. haha. we're such bloody kukus. we figured spending 3 days there would also be enough for us to go crazy. so yea. we're waiting for my mama to come home from gym so we can ask her. we are so mental. haha. but it would be damn cool if we could go back. i just didn't shop enough. hands still quite itchy. haha. bloody retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know. i really loved this trip. it made me so much closer to some people. mainly eunice and junjie. my section mates. like we're so much closer now. it's damn cool. especially eunice. who listened to all my moaning and groanings through out the trip and told me all those stuff that i never knew. and of course, we had loads of fun together. haha. so yup. loved the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice: as junjie once told you, DON'T EVER THINK YOU'RE LOUSY. cause you're not. really. don't blame yourself for bringing the section down. cause we don't blame you, and you shouldn't either. you've been great help in the section in fact. really. i think so. like you said, you blabber quite a bit. which is a good thing. REALLY. haha. which creates a mood for all of us to start blabbering too. so ya. haha. you do play a part in the section. so don't worry. and you've been a great friend through out the trip. really. i don't know what i would have done without you and your ears. haha. it's really been great la. getting to know you so much more through this trip. yup yup. so we shall both work hard together ya? buzz everyday on our mouthpiece or something. haha. yay us! haha. thanks for everything during this trip. can't wait to go out and study with you! haha. LURVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to go out today with my darlings, qazim and celia. but couldn't get hold of my mother. so can't ask her. sian. haven't seen those 2 for quite awhile. got to go out with them soon. miss them like mad. want to go shopping with them or something. haha. great singapore sale! damn exciting. maybe i should go shop at the great singapore sale too. since my hands are still itchy. i need a new bag. i tore my bag in perth. i don't know how i did it, but i did. ain't i smart? haha. oh well. so now i need a new bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i don't know why we've come down to this. it's like really bad nowadays. really really bad. we can barely talk to each other now. how tragic is that? so maybe i haven't really done anything to give the both of us a chance. but then again, have you given us a chance either? putting aside everything, can we at least be friends? just friends will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i look out for you&lt;br /&gt;come rain, come shine&lt;br /&gt;what good does it do?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm a record you're tired of&lt;br /&gt;i guess we're just older now&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm a toy that is broken&lt;br /&gt;i guess we're just older now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-115009687900631745?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115009687900631745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/115009687900631745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115009687900631745' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114908720197565880</id><published>2006-05-31T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:53:22.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy mothers' day celia and qazim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. you bloody retards. i know it's been forever since i last blogged la. not very free what. alot of things to do lately. or before today la. haha. oh well. anyway. i'm blogging! at last. haha. finally had the time, yes. haha. anyway. it was great going out with you guys that day. when was it? monday? haha. we finally had our reunion after being deprived of each other's presence for like, forever. how long was it? i remember the last time i saw celia was at my concert. qazim too right? unless you count the time i saw you from inside the train. haha. was damn fun la. monday. though i wasn't really in the mood due to certain things. haha. but seeing you guys really made my day. YAY. haha. i can't wait to go out together again. soon la hor? when i come back from perth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celia: thanks for feeling so angry for me. ok. that sounds kind of weird. haha. as in. for wanting to strangle him and stand up for me or something. haha. for feeling.. i don't know. that way. haha. sorry i was kind of upset the whole evening and not really participating. was just emoing and all. haha. but i really enjoyed that little time we spent together. felt so good seeing you guys again! haha. hope things are going GOOD GOOD GOOD between you guys. haha. i think they are right? good good good. haha. how cute. you lucky girl. haha. do keep me updated ok? though we hardly have anytime for each other now. what with your projects all coming in and my perth trip. and when i come back i have to start mugging for my common test. but we can mug together! you me and qazim. we shall go to popeye's ok? our favourite place in the whole wide world. haha. then me and qazim can study while you do your projects. haha. yay. can't wait. you take care yea? don't stress out too much about the projects and all. i'll be fine too. no worries. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qazim: you ding dong. haha. you wish i was going to perth for one month right? you want to get rid of me right? haha. YOU GOOD. tsk tsk. haha. anyway. thanks for waking up and making your way down to meet me after all. haha. after your chemistry lesson in the morning. which you conveniently forgot about. and your haircut. trust me. it's not THAT ugly. HAHA. yep. but you came and met me. even though you were suppose to pick me from potong pasir. you liar. haha. but ohwell. tampines mall is cool too. haha. yep. divine retribution man. it's totally fallen upon the both of us. NELLs. haha. i was thinking about it on my way home then i was like, ya man, all those people i haven't really been nice to. retribution i tell you. haha. ohwell. at least we suffer together. haha. we must study together ok? when i'm back from perth. IN A WEEK'S TIME. not one month or one year. haha. we shall mug together. which will probably result in both of us failing EVERYTHING. but ohwell. haha. yup. can't wait for our next reunion. YIPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QAZIM AND CELIA: I LOVE YOU BOTH! MY DARLINGS! WHEN SHALL WE MEET UP AGAIN? SOON YA? SOON! haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. the band dinner is FINALLY over. it was damn cool la. totally enjoyed EVERY minute or it. everything was so damn nice la. the food was SO DAMN nice please. especially the chocolate cake! as zat puts it, it's orgasimic. is that how you spell it? haha. retard. anyway. the whole night was quite hectic la. all that running onto the stage. and giving tokens of appreciation to people whom i didn't even know. damn queer la, i tell you. haha. but it was damn fun. though the item was kind of a failure. SIGH. ohwell. but we had fun. the four of us had fun. haha. then there was all that trying to act gila so that we could win the most gila award. haha. damn kuku la. bloody hell, we didn't win it. dang. haha. but it was still damn fun to act so freaking kuku. hek hek hek. and of course. the highlight of the night was the very last bit. our little surprise. my little surprise. haha. i LOVED it! loved every single bit of it. i'm sure everyone did too. haha. the super unglam video clip of zat. hek hek hek. it's damn funny la. i wish i could put it here. or something. i should transfer it into the computer in twe's bandroom. so people can watch it whenever they need an extremely good laugh. hek hek hek. so glad i made that very slipshot video. but it's the contents that matter huh. haha. yep. then gave him the very pretty alumni gift, sang a happy birthday for him. and that's it. the end of the night! phweet! haha. of course, all the photo taking. alumni picture; band picture; bmas over the years picture; council over the years picture. haha. so elitist la. haha. but WHATEVER. haha. i have no photos to post unfortunately. haha. my camera kind of pang sehed me. haha. so ya. all my photos are in other people's cameras. ohwell. just hope they'll kindly send them to me or something. heck. whatever. haha. and then it was finally time to go home. shared a cab home with zat. reached home around 12+? i don't quite remember. haha. ohwell. bathed and went to sleep immediately. that about sums my band dinner. the band dinner i mean. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that it's over, it's kind of weird. just like zat said it would be. like. i don't know. we've been preparing so many things for this day. and when it's over, there's this empty feeling? like you've nothing to do. just like graduating from twe. yep. sad sad feeling of emptyness. but also. accomplishment la. i can't believe it la. haha. the dinner was SUCH a success. phweet. haha. loved it loved it loved it! whee whee. haha. though i screwed up quite a bit here and there. like leaving the hotel key in the hotel room and not making enough copies of important documents. now i know. 3 is the magic number. haha. at least i managed to pull the surprise off. haha. zat totally didn't expect the video. he kind of saw the present coming and all. but ya. haha. the video was so cool. haha. had to go and talk to the av dudes myself. though it wasn't that hard. they were very pro and all. thanks av dudes for containing the surprise. haha. and though there were glitches at the start of the video, it came out fine later. zat's big face. haha. totally unexpected. haha. he didn't think i knew how to do it. WELL. haha. my dad has all types of software in his computer see. haha. yep. and so. the chapter of the band dinner is over. it's kind of fun la. planning this. though quite sickening. like so many things to do. have to keep going shopping. handle a WHOLE DAMN LOAD of cash. stuffs like that. but it's fun. and you're doing it for people you love. so ya. can't wait to plan next year's dinner! haha. though i probably won't exactly look happy to do it next year, but i am. haha. maybe i should just go study events coordinating and do that as a living huh? haha. or be zat's personal assistant. haha. whatthehell please. ohwell. HOORAY TO THE TWE BAND DINNER!! whee whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now. the perth trip. oh my marder. we're flying off in 2 days please. 3 days. er. 2 la. haha. whatever. kind of scary, but very exciting nonetheless. haha. i so can't wait la. it's going to be so super exciting. and so super fun. but let's not get carried away huh? haha. ohwell. i can't believe we've to pack our mutes into our check in luggage la. that's so super kuku please. haha. and so out of shape. then later the colour from the copper mutes rub off onto our clothes how? sickening. and junjie. that genius. wants to make use of space and stuff our socks into the mutes. HAHA. later can't come our how? tsk tsk. yea. and i haven't packed la. maybe tomorrow i'll start panicking when it's time to pack. better check that i have enough clothes or something to begin with. haha. later not enough ar. one time stupid. haha. or as xiaowei puts it, smarter don't have. haha. cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. guess i'll stop here today. kind of tired. didn't sleep much last night. yea. till the next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celia and qazim: the next time i blog may take pretty long. patience is a virtue ya, darlings? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and when you say you love me do you mean it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;baby when you hold me do you feel it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;should i believe in magic in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i would wait until the end of time to hear you say you love me like you mean it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;baby when you hold me make me feel it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;all i wanna do is make you mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i've been hurt way too many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114908720197565880?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114908720197565880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114908720197565880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114908720197565880' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114760308218617055</id><published>2006-05-14T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:38:02.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. it's mothers' day. the second sunday of may. woke up at 5:48 am to bake my mama a cake. woke my sister up. miraculously she woke up without me having to poke her too many times. was suppose to wake up at 5 am. but when my alarm clock rang, i kind of refused to wake up. it was way too early. it's sunday la. walao. when i first heard the alarm i was wondering if i had school. haha. how extremely spastic. went back to sleep and woke up again at 5:48. went downstairs and starting TRYING to bake a cake. it was quite an exciting experience. quite fun really. haha. thank god i used to help my mama bake as a kid. if not the both of us would be clueless. that would be quite disastrous. it turned out pretty fine. though it's kind of overcooked. a little hard and dry. but quite nice for our first attempt. i suppoes. haha. we cooked it so long la. or whatever you call it. we placed in the oven alot of times. kept adding time to it because it was uncooked. damn sickening. it was finally done about 10+. actually. it was done around 8+ i think, but we both fell asleep on the sofa. woke up around 10+. we were both SO happy. haha. that the bloody cake was finally done. so we started cooking breakfast. she did the eggs and i did the sausage and bacon. god. you should have seen the oil. disgusting please! there was this one sausage, where the oil just SQUIRTED out please. oh man. disgusting. the oil splattered on my quite alot. very painful. all over. haha. but oh well. mama woke up. i guess she heard all that frying noise. yep. and we ate breakfast as a family. whee. haha. it's so filling. i'm still like bloody full. so ya. haha. that's mothers' day in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the 40 hours essay competition interview yesterday. WELL. they didn't really know what to ask me. how about that? so funny la. haha. i wasn't exactly very nervous. don't know why also. oh well. maybe cause xiaowei and ansley were there with me. haha. don't know la. whatever. there are 20 finalists. so that makes it 1 in 2 chances of winning. cross my fingers then. i would really like to win la. i think it would be damn cool if i got to workshadow some marine biologist. then again, i don't think i will. oh well. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSLEY AND XIAOWEI: thanks so much for being there for me yesterday. ya. i mean like BEING THERE FOR ME. you know. haha. teh. so retarded. but ya. i guess you guys calmed my nerves a little bit. yep yep. we shall go shopping together again one day. and when we do, xiaowei, you're going to try on dresses too. haha. i don't care. haha. thanks babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also colin's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY COLIN!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;how can you not believe in me? you of all people should believe in me. FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wish i had been proactive and ask you out. ohwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;when someone said count your blessings now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;for they're long gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i guess i just didn't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i was all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;they knew better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;still you said forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114760308218617055?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114760308218617055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114760308218617055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114760308218617055' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114744484456803817</id><published>2006-05-12T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:40:44.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know why killer whales are so fascinating? or why the marine environment just attracts me? or why marine biology is just so interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they just &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;. they just are. how am i suppose to explain that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell do i even want to be a marine biologist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so going to suck at this stupid interview. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i would fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;only in hopes of dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;that everything would be like is was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;they disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114744484456803817?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114744484456803817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114744484456803817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114744484456803817' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114735671299366404</id><published>2006-05-11T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:11:58.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i took part in this gp essay with bang quite awhile ago. we both decided to do it for fun. since no one else was volunteering in our class. we decided to be nice to mr fang. it's called 40 hours. you're suppose to write about your ambition; how you're going to achieve it; name a mentor based in singapore and what you will want to learn from this mentor. i tried to do it late at night. gave up one quarter of the way through. i still remember the dateline was 17th of April. so i went to school on the 17th, trying to think of ways of squirming my way out of handing it in that day. but i couldn't. since mr fang reminded us about it. OHWELL. so i went to the library after school and rushed out a rubbish essay in about half an hour. handed it into his locker and went for self practice. end of story. last i would ever heard of that essay. BUT NO. mr fang found me and told me to find a mentor to increase my chances of winning. and also to print it on white paper. i had my paper printed on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BRIGHT ORANGE&lt;/span&gt; paper by accident. i didn't have paper at that time actually. and some kind soul put their paper in there and it just printed. oops. thanks kind soul. so ok. fine. went home and just searched for some random person on the internet. added it into my rubbish essay and handed it in again the next day. mr fang then told me i had good news some time later. apparently, they thought it was interesting. so they wanted to publish it in the school paper. i was like what the hell. interesting? you got to be kidding me. i thought it was boring. so i said yes. might as well. maybe it'll look nice on my testimonial or whatever in time to come. and then yesterday, mr fang told me that i had managed to get into the second round. oh. ok. yay. so i sit back and wait for the results to come out. NO. not quite that simple. i have to go down to the national youth council for an interview between 3 to 3:30 pm this saturday. FREAK OUT!!! i don't even know where the national youth council is! and what the hell am i going to say? i'm just going to forget everything and stone in front of them. ya. like what are the chances i'll win anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my marder. in true zat fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to other things in my life. i've got rehearsal at xingwen's tomorrow. i still can't believe i'm going to sing. and so many exposed parts. oh my marder. i'm so going to go out of tune and absolutely embarrass myself in front of all these people. oh gosh. i should just kill myself right now to spare myself the embarrassment in time to come. other than that. we still haven't gone shopping. so we don't have much time anyway. i wonder when we're going to do it. soon i hope. before band schedule starts to get hectic again, then i'll have no time to go shopping. yes yes. we have to do it soon. and i still need a dress. does anyone have a dress to loan? anyone tall and fat? lend me your dress please. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many lecture test coming up please. i swear i'm going to die. and fail every single one of them. what are the freaking chances i'll even get a double digit for my physics lecture test? at least chemistry and maths got hope. why the hell am i taking physics? gosh. i really don't understand myself. STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think i shall go. can't think of anymore stuffs to put. oh yea. beautiful photos!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/IMG_0654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/IMG_0654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bone section picture! damn nice please. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/saints%20ascensio%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/saints%20ascensio%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this photo. haha. so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have anymore for the time being. ohwell. haha. yea. till the next time i get more photos then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and all my life i've prayed for someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and i thank god that i, that i finally found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and all my life i've prayed for someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and i hope that you feel the same way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yes i pray that you do love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114735671299366404?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114735671299366404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114735671299366404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114735671299366404' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114698940483709596</id><published>2006-05-07T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T16:10:04.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. the concert is over. it was good. a cool first concert as a sajc bandie. yay yay. haha. no more extremely suan lips. haha. but it was cool. the whole thing. enjoyed the whole experience. can't wait to start preparing for perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day was just quite kuku. i don't know. passed really quickly. presenting the present to the seniors was SO funny. haha. all thanks to eunice's brilliant idea. haha. so eye catching please. UNDERWEAR. haha. cool stuff. then all that camera whoring. haha. tsk tsk. wearing that new uniform. at first it felt quite weird. it wasn't that cream pants with the black stripes on the sides i used to wear. but yep. wearing the whites was cool too. haha. i like it. the blue and white uniform. though my pants were WAY too big. i had to pull them up everywhere i went. i looked so foolish. haha. oh well. i shall have to remember to bring a belt to perth. it was finally time to line up and all. and tada. on with the concert. like i said, everything passed so fast la. haha. saw all my friends! was like a reunion or something. ass club plus royce and qazim. haha. it was so wonderful. seeing all these people. haha. then we had to climb over the side gate fence. HAHA. what a strange first experience in the school for them. wanted to eat at first. but we were all too tired. and nothing was opened anymore. SICKENING. so we went off la. shared a cab home with qazim. yakked a bit. we were both too tired to say much also la. haha. bathed and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met zat at parkway yesterday to do band dinner stuff. yea. can't really elaborate. haha. but it was quite a funny experience. we both had our bubbles burst. bursted? haha. what the hell. yea. oh yea. and now he tells me that ansley, xingwen, himself and myself have to prepare an item. WALAO. thanks for the late notice. haha. freak out please. i mean, if you ask me to make speech, i'm still quite ok with it. but an item?! i'll prolly get stage fright. oh well. haha. i can't wait for the band dinner la! so freaking exciting! it's going to be like super cool please. but got so many things to do! sigh. does anyone know of any SLOW SOOTHING SONGS? please introduce them to me? i need to make a song list for the night. as in. songs with words, not band music please. haha. it's in 23 days! oh my god. freaking fast la! freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i guess i shall go. feel like looking for a new blogskin or something. whatever. ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i can't get it out of my head. and because of that, i'm beginning to feel miserable again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;driving away from the wreck of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and the light's always red in the rear-view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;desperately close to a coffin of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i'd cheat destiny just to be near you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;if this is giving up, then i'm giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;if this is giving up, then i'm giving up, giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;on love, on love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114698940483709596?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114698940483709596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114698940483709596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114698940483709596' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114648806349199491</id><published>2006-05-01T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:54:23.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out to study with qazim today. celia was supposed to be there too. but she ended up not joining us. jialin was with us for lunch. yup. there were so many secondary school kids. all studying for their social studies. mid years. haha. how funny. just last year we were doing that too. but we weren't really studying la. more like staring blankly into our books and pretending we were actually absorbing what we were reading. yup. haha. rubbish. good luck to all these mid year people man. haha. got chased away at about 3:45 pm. qazim and i were glad to leave anyway. neither or us had any mood to study anymore. ya. so we upped and left. my mouth felt itchy, needed to fill it with something. so went to crystal jade bakery and bought coffee cup cake. it's damn spongey please. quite nice la. not bad. since we couldn't take the mrt, decided to walk to the other end before walking back to take the mrt. walked until times and decided to go in for a look-see. i was looking at books while qazim was reading brokeback mountain. haha. retard. finally left times after quite awhile. took the escalator downstairs. ate mcdonalds ice cream. i decided my mouth was still itchy and decided to buy chicken pie at polar. we sat down at the randomest place, in the middle of nowhere. one of those seats la, for people waiting for their friends/relatives to arrived. sat there and ate out ice creams. then i ate my chicken pie. qazim entertained me with the 'escalator to hell' story which i wished i could blog about. but it's kind of like, not really for all eyes to see. haha. so ya. dang. haha. he also told me about his birthday. &lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt; i have to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qazim's birthday is on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd of August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. since he's birthday is before national day, the government will just HAVE to postpone national day. there will be one week of holiday starting from his birthday. this is to allow him enough time to spend his birthday with his &lt;strong&gt;MANY&lt;/strong&gt; friends. he's birthday will be celebrated at sentosa. on the actual day itself. there will be fireworks and a red carpet to welcome him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. like what the hell. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;QAZIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: free advertisement le. i just told the whole world when you're birthday is. be grateful ok? haha. now you'll get alot of happy birthday wishes. yay. haha. i would put your number here too. but just to be safe, better not la hor? haha. and my handphone is upstairs. and since i can't remember your number. haha. OHWELL. anyway, thanks for spending the day with me. and trying to cheer me up with that ridiculous 'escalator to hell' story. haha. though it was seriously stupid, it made me laugh. which kind of made me feel better. haha. thanks ya? hopefully we'll be able to go out together again soon. soon la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. and qazim was dodging the patrol dogs like a bloody retard. it was so damn funny. haha. ohwell. tak halal. what to do. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope my worries won't come true. but if they do. i guess it'll be my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;where do you go with your broken heart in tow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;what do you do with the left over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and how do you know, when to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;where does the good go, where does the good go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114648806349199491?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114648806349199491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114648806349199491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114648806349199491' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114640716558871214</id><published>2006-04-30T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:26:05.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;it's been forever since i last updated huh? yup. haven't had the time since forever. oh well. life is quite hectic now. what with the concert coming up and all. in 4 days time actually. FREAK OUT. hope it'll turn out fine. sigh. oh well. at least my good friends are going! yay! haha. can't wait to see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;going shopping with zat this saturday. YAY! haha. it's going to be SO FUN! can't wait. haha. shopping with zat is so amusing. and we're actually going to have money this time round to spend. so ya. yay yay. haha. can't wait to see what we're going to buy. can't wait for the band dinner la. it's going to be SO fantastic!! haha. whee whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to celia last night. she asked me what it meant when 2 people were together. so we were discussing it la. and came down to the conclusion that when 2 people were together, it meant that: the guy likes the girl and the girl likes the guy. it's a known fact between the two of them and that they showed care and concern towards each other. it does not have to be that the 2 of them go out holding hands and publicly display their affection towards each other. yea. i guess it's really as simple as that. this is so random. i know. but was just thinking about it la. what with all that has happened lately. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CELIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; don't be sad la. at least there is still hope. at least things are working out. sort of. haha. it takes time la. time will tell you. just hold on hope la. for now. and if you ever need anyone, i'm here ya? though i'm so freaking busy most of the time. sigh. we hardly get to meet up nowadays. OHWELL. but i'm still here. remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALUMNI GATHERING TOMORROW MORNING AT 9AM TAMPINES CPF BUILDING KFC. PLEASE BRING YOUR 32 BUCKS IF YOU'RE GOING FOR THE BAND DINNER. SUPER IMPORTANT. THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just talking to jiahao about some stuffs. and it's kind of saddening la. i hope things turn out better soon. oh well. and this poor dude has never heard of twister in his life. how sad is that? and he doesn't wear pajamas. they're so comfortable lo. haha. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. can't really think of much else to say. ohwell. shall post pictures. whee whee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/oops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/oops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fabulous 4 in 06S08. haha. bang, myself, hong heng and ming de. my buddies! haha. makes life SO MUCH MORE interesting in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/assoheight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/assoheight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06S08. don't we just look so good? haha. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/wenners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/wenners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are wenners. yay wenners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/Image000.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/Image000.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird combo huh? haha. but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just don't want to believe. though it's probably best if i did. i don't know why but i going to choose to wait. maybe i shouldn't. but i will. though one day it may prove stupid and absolutely wasted, i guess i still will. i don't know. maybe just like what qazim said, i am stupid. but it isn't that easy to move along. i'll just put everything into the back of my brain until it's all cramped up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is SO random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;day after day it reappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;night after night my heartbeat shows the fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ghosts appear and fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;come back another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114640716558871214?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114640716558871214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114640716558871214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114640716558871214' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114528616438997510</id><published>2006-04-17T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:02:46.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yea. i've exceeded 200 post. yay me. haha. it's not much la. to some people. but it is to me. so exciting. haha. this is the 203rd post. whee whee. ok. whatever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a maths test tomorrow on inequalities. i'm a bit not very bothered to study it. kind of sian and all. like no mood. it's so late already. then feel like sleeping. but can't. because i slept half an hour just now. had a headache just now. was hoping it would last till tomorrow and be really bad, so i don't have to go to school. but DANG. it's gone. sad case. was doing my pi just now. i'm done with it! YAY! achievement please. i actually conjured rubbish in one hour. pat pat on the shoulder. haha. phweet! so proud of myself. mr lee better not say that i wrote alot of stuff but he doesn't understand a thing i'm saying again. i swear i'll kill him. or do something drastic if he does. i should study for my maths test huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lek's samantha is in nicholas-nicky's class. SO EXCITING! i want to see what she looks like. maybe i shouldn't be too freaky. haha. later she scared of me. can't. she's my sister-in-law man. so exciting! haha. i shall go find out who she is tomorrow. whee whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go upstairs. but i don't want to leave the computer room because my sister and desmond are in the living room. then i'm in my unglam pajamas. yea. haha. how unglam. stupid idiot. why must he come over every night at such strategic hours. thanks lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. i want to go study with qazim and celia. i find that i'm actually having fun studying. haha. when it's not too tough and i don't understand a single bloody thing la. take physics for example. the font was so small i could hardly see. i had to keep squinting to see what the hell was on the projector. then i couldn't understand at all. like ARGH. i need physics tuition. badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i think i shall go study. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you want the greatest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the greatest thing since bread came sliced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you've got it all, you've got it sized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;like a friday fashion show teenager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;freezing in the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;trying to look like you don't try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114528616438997510?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114528616438997510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114528616438997510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114528616438997510' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114511308404977400</id><published>2006-04-15T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:58:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the airport to study with celia, qazim and hilmi yesterday. it was DAMN fun. haha. met qazim. who was late. then we proceeded to the airport. went to buy some stuff. then settles down at marrybrown's. i ate onion rings. then that ah lian at the counter. who appeared to be pissed at us. like whatthehell la. ever heard of good service. HELLO. sat down and i started on my card. hilmi arrived and qazim had to go get him. leaving me alone at the table. could hear qazim's really loud laughter when he arrived. haha. then we moved on to popeye's. celia was still at home. trapped because of the rain. so the 3 of us started on our work. i tried to do chemistry. tried to. qazim and hilmi did maths. helped them when i could. which wasn't much la. so ya lo. haha. then we couldn't take it anymore. the smell was too strong. so we ate first. yum yum. haha. oh ya. they changed the episodes of the popeye's cartoon. haha. FINALLY. no need to listen to olive singing. yay. haha. ate our food. when we were done, celia arrived. so we went back to doing our work while celia ate. laughed alot really. i think we didn't do much la. just laughed alot and yakked a bit. ya. laughed ALOT. all the crazy things we were doing. damn spastic. haha. then the 2 guys left and celia and i went to the staff canteen for dinner. yup. that ends the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELIA: yay. finally met up with you after so long of not seeing you. when was the last time i saw you ar? we should go to bedok library soon. i still have the cool card. with 2 drinks left. haha. soon your school is going to start. then we'll hardly have time for each other anymore. SAD CASE. haha. but never mind. we can still meet up. and this time, we'll both be doing our work. you won't be sleeping anymore. haha. can't wait for the next time we meet up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QAZIM: when was the last time i saw you? haha. felt so good going out with you yesterday. so long never go out with you already la. damn fun. haha. yesterday was damn fun. thanks for such a wonderful studying experience ya? hopefully we'll be able to meet up again one day to study. yay. so productive. ok la. not VERY. but relatively so la. haha. i miss you. you ding dong. haha. going to school with us on tuesday ya? YAY. haha. we should do that more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so grateful for these 2 kuku farts. haha. my best buds from 4unity. so glad we're still so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band concert is approaching. freaky much. and i got so many things to correct. argh. but I CAN DO IT! whee. haha. that just sounds retarded. but ya lo. shall have to go down for practice everyday or something. yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;SAJCCB CONCERT ON THE 6th OF MAY, SATURDAY AT 7:30 PM IN THE SAJC CULTURAL CENTRE. TICKETS AT $6 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; do come to me for tickets ya? thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day. but slowly, surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;you've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;you've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;when the road looks rough ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and you're miles and miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;from your nice warm bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;you just remember what your old pal said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;boy, you've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;yeah, you've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114511308404977400?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114511308404977400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114511308404977400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114511308404977400' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114467855492939935</id><published>2006-04-10T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:15:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i'm suppose to be doing my maths tutorial. tutorial 1.3 (part 2): system of linear equations. i can't do it AT ALL and it's SERIOUSLY pissing me off. i'm looking at the questions and they don't even make any bloody sense. like is that EVEN A MATHS QUESTION?!?! dammit. this is totally pissing me off. therefore, i'm taking a break to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been more than a week since i last came online and updated. woops. haha. didn't have internet access. was staying over at ansley's over the weekend. yup. so couldn't go online there. during the weekdays, i was arriving home so late everyday anyway. so i couldn't really be bothered to come online. so ya lo. like that lo. so many things have happened since i last updated. can't even remember half of what happened. oh well. shall try my best to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the saf central band concert yesterday with zat. it was nice. not fantastic or anything. but nice. i thought 76 trombones was the nicest piece. REALLY. not just because the trombones had wonderful parts. if not i would have said the trombone concerto was the nicest. so funny. their encore piece was like damn happening. other than that, it was nice la. i thought the horns were like SUPER loud. and the bass clarinet guy appeared damn pro. haha. cool stuff. oh. and the percussion lady grooving to the music. damn funny. haha. but ya. ok concert lo. i suppose. i don't know la. i thought the soloist for the trombone concerto was pretty good though. cool stuff. i wish i could play half as well as how he plays. sigh. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had alumni on tuesday. obviously. did la cucaracha all the way. had combined sectionals first then full band. so fun. haha. the brass section was kind of small. but everyone was playing damn loud. super kuku. haha. i think it was because the song was very happening. so everyone was very happy then they kind of lost themselves then started playing like nobody's business. that was how it was for me anyway. so ya lo. oh well. haha. full band was fun. under zat. as usual. him and his bitchyness. and all that jazz. damn fun. tomorrow got alumni again. can't wait. yay yay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like loaded with tutorials to do la. half of which the questions i can't do anyway. so like what's the point la. it's very sickening la. like i want to do the work, but i can't. argh. stupid maths. then there's chemistry which will be due wednesday. i don't know HOW IN THE WORLD i am going to complete it by wednesday. sucks man. sucks. shall have to qiong tomorrow or something. like do my work while having alumni practice. that's quite kuku. but then again. do i have the choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting to like my new class, 06S08. yup. it's a fun class. with some very fun people. like the hot babe, bang. haha. my buddy in class. who thinks she's damn hot. haha. very retarded. "i smell men." like WHATTHEHELL. haha. and there's red and the VERY BITCHY mingde. can't believe mingde is so bloody bitchy la. guess i didn't talk to him much in S11 la. that's why i never knew he was like that. haha. stupid ass. yup. and the other people in my class. who are very funny too. in their own ways. yup. i like my class. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to take height and weight for pe today. I SHRANK!! ARGH!! I'M SHORT!! ARGH!! i'm so short and fat. sigh. i should just go kill myself or something. short and fat. SOBS. and pamela agrees that i'm fat. THANKS LO. haha. think i should stop eating ice cream and cake. so unhealthy. and fattening. stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG. i have geography tutorial to do too. sucks. think i better return to my BLOODY maths tutorial then. till the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they can all think that way. but please, just not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fly the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;in a silver plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;see the jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;when it's wet with rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;just remember till&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you're home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you belong to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;it's nice to have people concerned about you. nice feeling you know. thanks for the concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114467855492939935?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114467855492939935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114467855492939935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114467855492939935' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114398415267881952</id><published>2006-04-02T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:26:25.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was band orientation. GOD IT WAS FREAKING TIRING. sorry i can't run ok. this just proves one thing: you SHOULDN'T stereotype. and who ever said people with long legs can run fast. no. no such thing. since when? i admit i have long legs. but that doesn't mean i can run what. SICKENING. but the whole thing was fun. minus the fact we had to run. pamela was in my group. YAY! haha. made the whole thing so much more enjoyable. and moses koi. that genius. who fell down in the fountain and pulled me down. not like i wasn't wet enough already since i too fell. we're such clumsy fools. haha. so retarded. then had to do the chicken dance. where i couldn't reach the guys' octave. haha. so stupid la. sorry lo. my voice a bit high right? haha. running on the beach was so sickening. so hard to run. and all that sand in our wet shoes. gross like hell. and eugene! THAT BLOODY PIG. threw sand at me. JERK. he got his just desserts. more than that actually. but ya. YAY ME! haha. thanks to jeremy also la. that STUPID eugene got soaked in sea water. with sand. HAHA. idiot. i smelled like the zoo by the end of the day. is there such a word as smelled? is it smelt? HAHA. my english is BLOODY HORRIBLE. yea. seriously disgusting lo. bathing was SUCH A REFRESHING er, experience. haha. felt so much better after bathing. wore the stupid sized l shirt that i borrowed from pamela. then went for dinner at pastamania. yup. that sums up the day. it was really fun though. yay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. met up with celia at bedok library where she watched me do my chemistry tutorial. which i could barely do la. she was sleeping quite a bit too. reading and writing in my purple book. SHE FINISHED IT! YAY ME! haha. bimbo. then we yakked a bit. looked at people a bit. made stupid comments about ugly people. then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CELIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;spent the WHOLE AFTERNOON with you. so fun. weird huh? like, we hardly did anything together. i was doing my work, you were writing in the book. i was rushing to the toilet for tissue and all that rubbish. didn't yak much. but it was still a really enjoyable afternoon. like a afternoon well spent. guess cause it was you whom i spent it with? haha. awww. so touching. haha. but really. spending time REALLY ROCKS. and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU TOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; it stank like hell when you weren't around. stank like... the zoo!!! haha. whatthehell. hope we can meet up again soon la. and use up the remaining 2 er, chops? on our cool card.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cool seh. haha. WTH. did i just say that. HAHA. you don't worry too much about you guys la. i won't worry too much about us either. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LURVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAMELA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;what's up with the poem man? haha. yi mei loves me more than you. HAHA. ok lo. anything you say. haha. but i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;love you la. haha. and you love chemistry right? haha. you're favourite subject. whee whee. haha. it was great having you in my group yesterday. someone to walk with me slowly behind. i know you could run more than that and i was probably a bad influence. :( oh well. next time you want to go running tell me yea? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM SO GOING TO TRAIN MY RUNNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haha. i'm so unfit. sad case. oh well. haha. see you in school tommorrow la! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LURVE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still trying to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;some days i feel like crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;donit matter if its rain or shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i feel like my heart was broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;at least a million times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;some days i wake up dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;feels like i never even woke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;answer life's big question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;as if it's one big joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114398415267881952?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114398415267881952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114398415267881952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114398415267881952' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114381680218126057</id><published>2006-03-31T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:53:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many things to do. so little time do it. argh. sometimes i wonder why i bother to do all these things. why not just move on with life and fully commit myself to where i am right now. but then i realise i love the past too much to just let go. but then again, i guess i am already involved that slight bit what. so why go that extra mile. but it's fun. and i hope it'll be fulfilling one day. it better be. if not i'll probably throw myself into the canal. i guess it's just something i'm so used to doing already? not the throwing myself into the canal thing. duh. so. it's kind of weird if i don't continue. and i do love organising stuffs and all that rubbish. it's cool la. real cool. and i enjoy doing it. so i should be happy about it ya? but sometimes it just becomes a little too much. now that real studying has started. then i forget what is more important. the past or the present. am i getting over-involved? am i reverting back to who i was in secondary 3? damn. i really don't know. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alumni was real cool. yay. haha. bitching with selvam. so exciting. sitting on different ends still can bitch. hek hek hek. la cucaracha is damn cute la. i love playing that song. so funny. love it love it love it. playing 3rd is fun. haha. when the notes are not THAT freaking low la. it's relaxing and i don't have to force anthing too much, and it's kind of easier to play? the middle range notes. i do so love the feeling of playing with all these familiar faces again. yay. it's that feeling i guess. that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA: no worries man. i'll forever be studying chemistry with you. i'm your chemistry lab partner for the rest of our lives remember? haha. we're going to take h10 chemistry next year please. and we'll be like the national top for chemistry la. confirm plus guarantee CHOP CHOP CHOP. haha. silly farts. haha. yay us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELIA: haha. sorry ar. just read your blog man. anyway. haha. whatever la. not like as if alot like that. i'm NOT flooding heaven lo. heaven could do with a little bit more of YI MEI'S WONDERFUL ESSENCE anyway. HAHA. faster faster. i want the book. hek hek hek. i miss you like siao also please. ARGH. sigh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSLEY: sorry man. you're not in that picture. but we are together right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're getting better. thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/mesmerize002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/200/mesmerize002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will we be together again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;every street is dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and folding out mysteriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;where lies the chance we take to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;always working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;reaching out for a hand that we can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;everybody's got a hold on hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;it's the last thing that's holding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114381680218126057?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114381680218126057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114381680218126057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114381680218126057' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114338296232514258</id><published>2006-03-26T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:22:42.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a SUPER uneventful day. was suppose to meet celia at gelare. but it was raining too heavily for her to leave her house. so we didn't meet up in the end. i spent the whole day at home. sleeping and watching the terminal. oh ya. i did my chemistry lecture notes examples. haha. whatthehell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the terminal is a nice show! although it DOES get a little draggy. but it's very nice. like the delores and enrique story? damn sweet la. so cute lo. haha. but so unbelievable. they don't even know each other. but it was so cute! haha. and the gupta. crazy old man. and amelia. sad case. why did she have to go back to that jerk. damn nice show. MUST watch. MUST MUST MUST. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. since today was a uneventful day, i don't really have things to blog about. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. ALUMNI STARTS TUESDAY!! AHHHH!!! so fun! can't stand it. haha. can't wait lo. so bloody exciting! SELVAM is playing!!!! YAY!!! so happy! haven't played with him for so long already. playing the bone with him that is. haha. i can't wait la. it's like, in a day's time? a day plus plus la. but still very exciting! haha. yay yay yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the band dinner is also approaching! haha. so exciting. as in. the temasek wind ensemble band dinner. on the 30th of may. yay yay yay. but that basically means i'll have more to do la. which is quite irritating. so many things to take note of. i think i'll forget. shit. better go write it down somewhere where i can also see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA: NO! i'm NOT thanking you. NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT thanking you. haha. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we've come down to this. sad case, sad case. things will get better i guess. one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'm two quarters and a heart down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and i don't want to forget how your voice sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;these words are all i have so i'll write them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;so you need them just to get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/DSCN9987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/200/DSCN9987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celia, qaqa and i! the 3 kukus from 4unity. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/DSCN0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/200/DSCN0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeee. i think i look ugly. ohwell. our class tshirt! haha. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/DSCN9988.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/200/DSCN9988.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i look nice with qaqa. like wth. haha. he says its the same specs. which I LIKE. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/DSCN9993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/200/DSCN9993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the racially harmonious group. celia naughty naughty. never wear bottoms. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114338296232514258?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114338296232514258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114338296232514258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114338296232514258' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114329379231160707</id><published>2006-03-25T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:36:32.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;90 miles outside chicago&lt;br /&gt;can't stop driving&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;so many questions&lt;br /&gt;i need an answer&lt;br /&gt;two years later, you're still on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;whatever happened to emilia earhart&lt;br /&gt;who holds the stars up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;is true love once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;did the captain of the titanic cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;if love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why i wasn't meant for you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;does anybody know the way to atlantis&lt;br /&gt;or what the wind says when she cries&lt;br /&gt;i'm speeding by the place where i met you&lt;br /&gt;for the 97th time tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;someday we'll know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;why i wasn't meant for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;why samson loved delilah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;one day Iill go&lt;br /&gt;dancing on the moon&lt;br /&gt;someday you'll know&lt;br /&gt;that i was the one for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;i watched the stars crash in the sea&lt;br /&gt;if i could ask God just one question&lt;br /&gt;why aren't you here with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;if love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;why i wasn't meant for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHWELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114329379231160707?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114329379231160707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114329379231160707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114329379231160707' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114320668394643703</id><published>2006-03-24T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T21:29:12.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what could the maltesers have done to get so cruelly discarded in the river? the maltesers wrapper led its owner on with all the sweetness and attractiveness of it's wrapper and smell. so crunchy, so satisfying. then its poor owner wanted so badly to open it, but its showed the owner its expiry date. at the eleventh hour. and the owner felt so sad, so bad, so cheated, so awkward. the owner squashed its guts out and flung it deliriously into the Singapore river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. that's pamela's crazy story. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with my old girlfriends again today. so happy to see them. jialin la. basically. the last time i saw her was like, WHEN? haha. felt great to be talking to her. hanging around the very not hip bedok interchange. haha. sat at the hot stone thingy chatting with ansley and jialin. digressed alot. bloody idiots. haha. then jialin just sat there wondering what we were saying. haha. so evil of us. SORRY. celia joined us later. stared at her eat her prawn mee. it was quite nice. but it made me itch. so i decided not to risk it and eat even more and kill myself or something. haha. went to macs after that. to sit and yak. helped celia with her phrases. haha. idiot. what's the first word? next one? next one? haha. TEH. saw our juniors. as in, ansley and i saw our juniors. haha. then we seperated and now here i am la. at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder when zat wants to go shopping again. i need to buy my sister a birthday present. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSLEY, CELIA, JIALIN: thanks for today ya? felt better with you guys being there. thanks. love you guys loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA: thanks for today and yesterday. really appreciate it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the distance grows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm sinking down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and what i lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it can't be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;although i try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;can't find my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nothing is falling into place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114320668394643703?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114320668394643703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114320668394643703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114320668394643703' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114312028906571894</id><published>2006-03-23T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:24:49.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>toutou did something really interesting this morning. was it this morning? ya. i think so. she climbed up the grills. at the side. then she continued on to the top where she was hanging like there were monkey bars or something. that was pretty normal la. saw it before. the funny thing was she started moving sideways. like on the same wire. she knew how to coordinate her paws left right left right to climb to the other side. so she got to the 'balcony' and i thought she was going to let go and have fun on the 'balcony' or something. but NO. she reversed and went back to her original position and started chewing on the grills. haha. crazy girl. i think she got sick of the taste of rust and decided to find nicer spots to chew on. haha. toutou is my hamster anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice long walk with pamela after band today. walked from school to boon keng. we were suppose to walk to serangoon actually. she said there was some nice food down there. so we walked lo. and i didn't feel like eating her nice food. so we walked on some more. walked and walked and walked, looking for food. found 7-11. decided to drink draft cola. it tasta kind of weird? not like how i remembered it tasting. and it's beer bottle like appearance. haha. so stupid. people kept staring at me la. like what is this sajc girl doing walking on the street and getting drunk? haha. it was cola. hello. got to boon keng. damn cool. can't imgine walking from say, kembangan to bedok. took the mrt. decided to get off at clark quay for fun. got off and walked even more. damn stupid. walked along the river trying to get to the other side of the road. we're such idiots. there was an underground pass. haha. stupid. finally got to the other side. sat on a bench trying to figure out if the water was going upstream or downstream. thought it was going downstream, but the particles were moving upstream. weird. finally decided to carry on with out lives. walked along the river to city hall. got to city hall and here i am. at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the freaky ice cream man at the bridge again. he did the same thing. saint andrew's jc? then we ignored him because i told pamela about my experience with him that day. then he was like, saint andrew's jc? eh, c'mon, you're don't so selfish. then we both just gave him the HUH look and walked really fast away. like what is his problem la? i think he's damn weird. i'm so never going to that bridge EVER again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess there's no too then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114312028906571894?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114312028906571894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114312028906571894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114312028906571894' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114303406517527237</id><published>2006-03-22T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:27:45.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CALF CRAMP.&lt;/span&gt; keep getting those things nowadays. for example this morning. woke up and the first thing that happened to me was a calf cramp. like OUCH. dang. what are you lacking when you get cramps? sodium or calcium? i'm sure i have MORE THAN ENOUGH calcium. sodium level should be quite ok right? hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blood clot is moving. yay. haha. i forgot that it was stuck on my nail and that it was moving because my nail was growing. like duh. stupid. haha. weiqin had to point it out to me. then i was like, OH YA HOR. haha. i was so totally like wondering how come the blood clot was moving in such a cool way. like wouldn't it seep out slowly, why was it moving as a whole block? HAHA. idiot. yup. so now i'm slowly watching my nail's progress. it's very interesting. celia wants me to keep my nail when i cut it off so she can have a look at my blood. or something. i don't know. crazy woman. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; DENSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; please. i thought i was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; DENSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114303406517527237?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114303406517527237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114303406517527237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114303406517527237' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114294598003129724</id><published>2006-03-21T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:59:40.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's the first week of school! it's quite ok la. so far. since it's still lecture timetable. get to slack in the cafe quite alot. yup. like today. sat in the cafe playing bingo. SO SENIOR CITIZENS please. haha. damn funny. it was so, kind of freaky? made me very anxious. screaming bingo and all. haha. DAMN kuku. we're all crazy farts. it's damn fun doing everything as a batch. ok. not really the whole batch. quite clique-ish, i know. but ya. it's fun being with those kuku people. haha. everyone else is ALWAYS welcomed! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for self practice. not really self practice. since ms ho wanted to lock up the band room. and i was kind of too tired to play anyway. oh well. sat there and listened to ms ho's stories about her first boyfriend. damn cute la. haha. she 'fell down' so as to hold her boyfriend's hand. HAHA. cute. then read lime. read the last page out to everyone. it was some stupid laws about sex. damn stupid. yea. got everyone talking about sex. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pamela says i'm too blunt and not obvious enough when it comes to you. HELLO. what am i suppose to do? run around declaring how i really feel? maybe i should have. saves us all that trouble. well. if you do read my blog, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;i like you. too. right? i hope. and i'm freaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pamela, is that obvious enough? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jealousy, turning saints into the sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;swimming through sick lullabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;choking on your alibis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but it's just the price i pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;destiny is calling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;open up my eager eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114294598003129724?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114294598003129724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114294598003129724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114294598003129724' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114268283805440940</id><published>2006-03-18T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:53:58.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAMELA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: i can't believe we chatted on the phone for 3 hours and 39 minutes!! haha. cool stuff please. and you ARE a clown, just admit it. you're a total clown. nobody beats you at entertainment. haha. sorry la, just now very blur. didn't understand half the things you were saying. PIG. disgusting pig. haha. it's 7:48 and you're still in your pajamas. though that sounds quite normal, since it's at night. BUT. this woman bathed in the morning and changed back into her pajamas. like HOW SPASTIC is that? haha. bumming around happily in your pajamas. haha. remember we're buying jiahao pajamas for perth? power rangers k? hahaha. your story is very funny. the one on msn and your dream. i've never heard of such freaking dramatic dreams before. damn funny la. haha. and you die in the end. so tragic! haha. oh well. but still very funny. HAHAHA. sorry. haha. yea well. all the best to you and your cute guys la. haha. SO MANY. haiyo. you ar. haha. 1... 2... **** off... HAHAHA. damn funny la. but you like eh? so cute. cannot stand it. faster, go pursue it. I'M PROUD OF YOU PAMELA, you've grown up! haha. WHATEVER! see you monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114268283805440940?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114268283805440940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114268283805440940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114268283805440940' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114266675937999960</id><published>2006-03-18T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T15:25:59.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's kind of strange, reading and not seeing my name. then i realise i don't see your names either, in what i write. dammit, i miss you guys like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;i'm afraid you'll find someone else. someone more attractive, more interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, don't leave me this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114266675937999960?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114266675937999960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114266675937999960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114266675937999960' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114266508635613081</id><published>2006-03-18T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:58:06.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went shopping with zat yesterday. DAMN FUN i tell you. haha. did so many stupid things. i wanted zat to run round the fountain to make a wish but he didn't want to. because WISHES DON'T COME CHEAP, you have to PAY. whatthehell i tell you. haha. but yea. looked at this cool glass thing at olio restaurant. damn exciting la. it's like. you can look inside from a slanted view but you can't look straight in. damn exciting i tell you. haha. we walked so much la. i swear i could die. like walked from raffles place to victoria concert hall, victoria concert hall to raffles city shopping centre, rcsc to raffles hotel, raffles hotel to suntec city. WALAO. walk until i want to die. haha. and it was DAMN hot. sickening. we were walking to vch when this ice cream vendor suddenly went, saint andrew's junior college right? then i was like, er, ya. then he said, i look at your skirt i straightaway know. then i was like, WHATTHEHELL are you looking at my skirt for. so zat and i were sort of freaked out and tried to get away from him. went to vch to collect zat's grade 5 theory exam certificate. I TOOK GRADE 5 TOO! haha. retard. then went down to the entrance there. listened to the bagpipes. which i thought was quite painful. we were trying to see if the queen was there. however, was kind of unsuccessful. and i think she wasn't there. don't know le. oh well. started videoing from there. on our walked to rcsc, we stopped to watched a softball match between raffles and don't know who. i think it's hwa chong. don't know. the ball is TOTALLY not soft. this girl hit the ball towards the road la. then when it landed it was like TOCK! damn loud la. freaky much. moved on the rcsc lo. where we tried to find shawls in polo JEANS. i told zat it was JEANS but he didn't believe me. then we er, walked to sasha's and company on the other side of raffles hotel. DAMN NICE LA! all the bears. so freaking cute. I LIKE. though i'm not really a soft toy person. haha. but all those teddy bears were so damn cute. and so cool lo, each of them had their own names. I LIKE. haha. yea. decided on which ones we were going to buy. it was a sheep though, not a bear. haha. took a detour to MISS CLARITY CAFE which was damn cute. haha. cause everything was so bright and happy. haha. drank strawberry milkshake and ate wedges and fries. zat drank some tropical thingy, which was a blend of oranges and pineapples. took more videos. haha. video whores. haha. so fun. finally went on to suntec. what did we do there? er... hmm... oh yea. bought a hairband. HAHA. cause i broke mine in the morning. so spastic la. i didn't realise i broke it until i was outside the main gate of the secondary/primary school. i decide to adjust my hairband then like OK.. my hairband broke. haha. spastic. THANK GOD i had my clips in my wallet. haha. so anyway, bought my hairband. then went to look at royce chocolates. there was this cool display. damn nice. they used chocolate powder to make a heart shape. which i think is so cool. haha. retard. then we walked to millenia walk. saw this SERIOUSLY HUGE candy empire. I NEVER SEE BEFORE! so suaku. the only i saw was the mini one in changi airport terminal 2. haha. anyway. it was damn cool. i wanted to buy easter eggs. but no money. sad. oh well. zat discovered new functions to my video camera. yay him. haha. then er. walked really slowly to the dreamweavers place. the things there were cool. but i think a little over the budget? we shall see about that lo. i guess. yea. then we walked back to suntec. and thus ended our shopping date. haha. SO FUN. but i hated the walking part. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo. that is one huge chunk of words. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6:10 yesterday. because i needed to be in school by 7:15. damn early la. when i took the mrt, there wasn't even a morning rush yet. haha. like i had a seat la. in fact, i don't think anyone was standing on the train. yea. so i got to school REAL early. but shioks was already there. i wonder what time she wakes up la. haha. yea. like that lo. waited for everyone to arrive then started moving over to sas. waited quite awhile for the peixin kids to arrive. some of them were DAMN cute. haha. it was so funny la. listening to brandon's comments about these kids. i think he's never seen big kids in his life. then i ask him sajs don't have mer? then he say no, all small small one. haha. SO FUNNY. then he said the bass clarinet was bigger than the girl who played it. haha. so funny. basically, the whole exchange was spent staring at these little kids. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it seems we have our own lives now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i didn't train you to be a band major to meet other people's expectations." thanks zat. i'll try my best to always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;what's the deal with my brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;why am i so obviously insane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;in a perfect situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i let love down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;there's the pitch, slow and straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;all i have to do is swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and i'm a hero, but i'm a zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114266508635613081?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114266508635613081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114266508635613081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114266508635613081' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114251736666333674</id><published>2006-03-16T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:56:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH! i am SO STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I LIKE JUST DO THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114251736666333674?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114251736666333674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114251736666333674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114251736666333674' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114251616535282018</id><published>2006-03-16T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:36:05.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGH. I AM FREAKING PISSED. I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY WIRES I'VE TRIED TO STIC INTO THE STUPID CHARGER AND I STILL CAN'T FIND THE RIGHT ONE! DAMMIT! TOMORROW IS GOING TO BE A FREAKING INTERESTING DAY TO VIDEO AND YET I CAN'T GET THE BLOODY VIDEO CHARGED! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wanted to make the whole paragraph above in large font. but that would be kind of extreme. DAMMIT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY ZAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so anyway. i'm kind of too lazy to continue about monday. so ya. shall move on with the rest of the week. nothing much happened la actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went back to temasek today. felt really old. haha. since i was the only alumnus back there. OHWELL. nobody else is as boliao as me. but i went back with a purpose ok. haha. yea. filmed the exchanged thingy. or at least, provided the device for filming. haha. WHICH IS CURRENTLY NOT CHARGED. argh. yea. then er. watched it la. basically. at like 4+, zat and i became too hungry. couldn't tahan anymore. went downstairs to ask aunty shirley for food. haha. so pathetic right? but desperate already. oh well. haha. aunty shirley still remembers me! haha. and her daughter. still remember my name please. THANKS. haha. chatted with her in chinese. like how weird is that? haha. then we ate our food! which was very nice. haha. felt quite bad since the rest of the band was starving. OHWELL. haha. went back upstairs to watch the exchange again. decided to practice my bone. or shaun and lifeng's bone la. haha. i think i sound better on the vincent bach b50 then on a yamaha. sad case. oh well. i think if i stole the b50 it'll be kind of obvious. shucks. after that, went to starbucks with zat to further discuss our plans for band dinner. which was damn mafan. the plans la. had to think of all this rubbish. i'm going SHOPPING with zat tomorrow! haha. so exciting please. haha. whatthehell. and i so cannot write a speech please. like OHMYGOD. shit sia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the reception in my house is very bad. which is damn funny la. haha. i have to walk around the hall to get reception. how retarded is that? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i think i should go sleep already. since i have to wake up so early tomorrow. but it's still kind of early. AND I HAVE NO ONE TO GO TO SCHOOL WITH TOMORROW! argh. stupid ansley. haha. ohwell. whatever. the trip is not very long anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that's it for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114251616535282018?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114251616535282018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114251616535282018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114251616535282018' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114226345471687650</id><published>2006-03-13T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:24:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's practice wasn't as bad as i expected it would have been. THANK GOD. the introduction thingy was quite successful. all those stuff we learnt about xiaowei. HAHA. stupid woman. happily take so many la. haha. retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to make my way down to st patricks to meet mr glosz. yea. then had to make my way to marina for the batch outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the batch outing was GREAT! so fun. haha. bowled for quite awhile. though i was REALLY horrible at it. like OH MAN. so embarrssing. i couldn't even get a single pin when i used 2 hands to roll the ball. haha. but OHWELL. haha. played one game of pool. then sat around. no. actually, jumped around taking pictures. haha. stupid. then went for dinner. at the steamboat place. dinner was DAMN fun. haha. sat at the table with rebecca, jonadab, mychelle, emmeline, xiaowei and ansley. laughed the whole night about buns and balls. mychelle's balls to be exact. the soft bouncy ones. HAHA. and balls. of all shapes. coconuts, ping pong balls, softballs, balloons. RUGBY BALLS. like whatthehell la i tell you. couldn't stop laughing the whole night lo. then mychelle and jonadab had a eating watermelon competition. haha. so spastic. tried to trick jonadab. but ohwell. OH. and stuffing the UNCOOKED chicken into the empty cans. cause we thought we'll be charged for extra food. haha. stupid suakus. and the 'waiter' people, who could lift the metal bowl and aluminium foils with their hands. like whatthehell? seriously. it's so hot la. how they picked it up was like totally FREAKY. but yea. we came to the conclusion that they were just trying to act macho and they were actually hurting like hell and cursing inside. HAHA. what else were we laughing about? haha. oh. ansley has 4 buns. haha. but yea. inside joke la. haha. but it was damn funny. there was so much food la. and we hardly ate. i think i'm going to get food poisoning. which is so not good. so i ended up eating all those food that was cooked in the soup thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HECK. i have to go. my dad needs to use the comp. so yea. will continue tomorrow or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114226345471687650?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114226345471687650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114226345471687650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114226345471687650' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114217291445784909</id><published>2006-03-12T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:15:14.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm trying to send songs from my sister's laptop to my computer. it's taking FOREVER. like seriously FOREVER. argh. i might as well just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an interesting day today. went out with celia in the morning. then met zat, weijian and eugene. it was a DAMN interesting meeting. haha. stupid eugene, forgot there was ACTUALLY a meeting. he just happened to see his friend at small mac. then weijian came along and eugene was like OH YA. hahaha. genius. then we sat at small mac for awhile. decided to move on to big mac. then on to kfc. tried filming, but failed. because the camera zoom was very POWER, the frame very big, couldn't fit all of us in. had ALOT of bimbotic moments. haha. gave up filming in the end. oh ya. the tripod was stuck. so stupid. spent don't know how long trying to get it out. panicked like mad at first, gave up later. went on to serious stuff. discussing about alumni and all. then there was the BIG FIGHT. which zat and i got down on tape. HAHA. oh. and the 1 to 10 thingy done VERY NICELY by zat. HILARIOUS i tell you. haha. i SO want to show it for the band dinner. hek hek hek. we got the tripod out in the end. and zat and i were shocked by the tape thingy. that ejected itself. so stupid la. we were just staring at the thingy, wondering what was going on. then the tape just POPPED out and we were like OHMYGOD. haha. then didn't know how to put it back in. ZAT, that genius, just happily keep pushing. trying to spoil my video recorder or something. i finally found the push button. AND THEN we watched offstage, when zat was BALD and THIN. hahaha. SO FUNNY! he looked so different. yea. that was my day. haha. OH YA. i met up with celia again after that. haha. stupid us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CELIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: he is SO SWEET! oh man. i wish&lt;em&gt; he&lt;/em&gt; was as sweet. i mean. &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; is la. &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;'s already very good. what more do i want? haha. but HE IS SO SWEET. okie. i think you're now quite confused about which he i'm speaking about. haha. but anyway. treasure your he la. though he is a bit spastic sometimes, but when you guys do get together, see how good he is to you. haha. be patient ya? good things come to those who wait. haha. i'm sure you guys will be ok. not just ok, but VERY MUCH ok. haha. LURVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the start of 2 VERY freaky weeks. i hope i survive the 2 freaky weeks. please please please let them ALL be enthu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for alumni to start. i do hope my mama allows me to attend. i'll kill myself if she doesn't. all alumnus reading, please take note AND remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRST ALUMNI PRACTICE IS ON THE 28th of MARCH AT 7PM AT THE TEMASEK BAND ROOM. duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAND DINNER IS ON THE 30th of MAY. YOU HAVE TO PAY ANOTHER 32 BUCKS. I WILL START COLLECTING IN THE FIRST WEEK OF MAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the angels they burn inside for us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;are we ever are we ever gonna learn to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the devils they burn inside of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;are we ever gonna come back down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114217291445784909?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114217291445784909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114217291445784909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114217291445784909' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114204301272585373</id><published>2006-03-11T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:10:12.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when was the last time i blogged? i can't quite remember. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week passed pretty quickly. since it was orientation week and all. monday was really retarded. it was just talks that ended at 1145 am. which is kind of good. rather it not drag the whole day. tuesday was induction. WELL. haha. wednesday was orientation in full swing. play games; learn cheers; do cheers; sing the school song stuffs like that. it was fun. yea. thursday was orientation last day. had disco in the evening. which was damn retarded. but fun all the same. thanks to my crazy bandie friends, junjie, jarryl, jiahao, pamela, ansley. did i miss out anyone? hmmm. yea. OH! and dancing the lindy hop with CRAZY XIAOWEI. is that how you spell her name? haha. junjie so enthu to dance the lindy hop. crazy guy. haha. yesterday was cca sign up. so the day ended quite early. went for band. ya. basically, that's it for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP IT ALREADY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. it's getting so sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;when the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;when you lose something you can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;when you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;i am SO happy. i feel damn retarded. i don't know if you're happy too. i don't really know how to handle the situation. am i just over-reacting? ARGH. but i'm still SO happy that you're here. YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114204301272585373?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114204301272585373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114204301272585373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114204301272585373' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114171212772310040</id><published>2006-03-07T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:15:27.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: just realised i haven't shouted out to you for a very long time already. haha. SORRY about pictionary yesterday ya? haha. i just figured you'll know. and it's like the first thing that came to my mind. and i don't mean it in any negative way. SO WHAT IF YOU'RE SHORT? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM PROUD OF MY SHORT FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. whatever. but seriously, so what if you're short. you're still &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;adorable,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;VOLUPTOUS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;, er. i can't think of any more words. haha. but most importantly, even though you're short, you're still my&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; BESTEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;BESTEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;BESTEST&lt;/span&gt; BEST friend. so ya. don't care if you're short la. people who constantly tease you about being short are just UGLY. plainly, disgustingly, UGLY. hek hek hek.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you've got a way to keep me on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you give me cause for love that i can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;for you i know i'd even try to turn the tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;because you're mine, i walk the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114171212772310040?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114171212772310040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114171212772310040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114171212772310040' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114165347243573051</id><published>2006-03-06T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:57:52.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was the first time i wore my sajc uniform. felt quite cool in it. though stupid junjie said my skirt was too short and called me a slut. THANKS LO. haha. but everyone else says it isn't. so junjie can GO AND DIE. haha. wearing the sajc uniform is so exciting. haha. how stupid does that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't exactly anything. just like, listen to talk whole day? the day ended at 1145 though. which was damn bloody early la. not that i'm complaining. but ya. sat around in the cafe and yakked for awhile with my cg mates. then went to the sc to play pictionary. our all time favourite game. haha. stupid. moved on to the band room later to self prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met celia for dinner. i waited half an hour for her. cause her ez link got no money. haha. damn smart ar, that girl. haha. went to the same place we had dinner last night to eat. yakked. and she admired my SEXAY uniform. hek hek hek. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELIA: one day i lend you my sexay uniform la. then we shall we camera whores and take pictures of ourselves all day long. quite gross ar, really? haha. but WHO CARES! haha. hopefully, it'll be a good photo day. not like today. AIYO. so embarrassing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus home, there was a mini cockroach on the seat in front of me. i was freaking out so badly. i was like, BLOODY DRIVER, DRIVE FASTER, GET ME HOME NOW. i was so damn disturbed by that bloody thing la. like SUPER gross. yuck. haha. and i was watching campus superstar on tv mobile? the second guy ar? when the judges were talking. this temasek dude sitting behind kept sticking the temasek lion up la. so retarded. haha. but it was damn cartoon la. very cute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this woman at the interchange. i think she's mentally unsound. no. seriously. she was like smiling and laughing to herself la. it was quite freaky la. it's quite sad huh? when people go mad. i couldn't help wondering what happened to her? what made her like that? very tragic. i hope i never become mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you've got all that i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and this make believe will get me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;another lonely night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i finally decided to contact you. haven't spoken to you for quite sometime. couldn't take it anymore. i was thinking about you on my way home. then i wanted to smile so badly. but that would have been quite kuku. haha. YAY. i'm so glad for, er, everything basically. haha. stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114165347243573051?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114165347243573051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114165347243573051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114165347243573051' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114155842597060536</id><published>2006-03-05T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:33:46.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cool stuff. i've been put in charge of the music for the band dinner. hek hek hek. this is going to be so exciting. haha. i can just imagine the songs that are going to be played already. haha. though i don't think the music i have in mind is going to fit the theme. HAHA. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bedok library to chill with celia. so stupid la. haha. talk about the dumbest things. did the dumbest things. got frightened by joon tat. haha. so stupid la. haha. teh. the bus ride home was extremely long. i think the stupid driver is like driving for the first time or something. damn slow la. was so irritated. wanted to get home asap. but then. now that i'm home, it doesn't really matter. so ya. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;can you help me unravel my latest mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2 AM and i'm still awake, writing a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;if i get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;threatening the life it belongs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and i feel like i'm naked in front of the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and i know that you'll use them, however you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114155842597060536?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114155842597060536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114155842597060536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114155842597060536' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114153714355795614</id><published>2006-03-05T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T13:44:22.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;go ahead as you waste your days with thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when you fall everyone stands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;another day and you've had your fill of sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;with the life held in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hands are shaking cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;these hands are meant to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;move along, move along like i know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and even when your hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;move along, move along just to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so a day when you've lost yourself completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;could be a night when your life ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;such a heart that will lead you to deceiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all the pain held in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hands are shaking cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;your hands are mine to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;move along, move along like i know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and even when your hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;move along, move along just to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when everything is wrong we move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when everything is wrong, we move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;along, along, along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when all you got to keep is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;move along, move along like i know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and even when your hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;move along, move along just to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;right back what is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ya ok. i'll try.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114153714355795614?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114153714355795614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114153714355795614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114153714355795614' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114148587386215366</id><published>2006-03-04T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:24:36.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's this advertisement on tv? the good wives/starhub cable tv one. i think it's damn cute. haha. it's really very eye catching. very memorable la. i like that advertisement. just like the ONLY HEAR THE GOOD STUFF advertisment. HOR CELIA? haha. stupid idiot la you. haha. only you can think of such rubbish. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is orientation again. i'm with the same people again. og that is. half the og la actually. cindy's with me. THANK GOD. we're og11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss 06S11. if we do split up. the last few weeks together was really very great. very fun. non stop entertainment playing pictionary. so rubbish la. haha. but so fun. really love that cg. it's going to stink a whole damn lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought my uniform. i think my shirt is too big. i don't know how to tie the tie. tie tie anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that what i wish for won't come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and it's okay if you have go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh just remember the telephone works both ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and if i never ever hear them ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if nothing else i'll think the bells inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;have finally found you someone else and that's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cause i'll remember everything you sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114148587386215366?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114148587386215366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114148587386215366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114148587386215366' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114130528158115485</id><published>2006-03-02T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:19:29.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;why did you become like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;why are you so scared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;JUST PLAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;now the questions are imprinted in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alone with you, alone with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what can i do, i cannot breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my heart is torn, for all to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alone with you, alone with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/P1000153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/P1000153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06S11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114130528158115485?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114130528158115485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114130528158115485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114130528158115485' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114113706372186316</id><published>2006-02-28T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:34:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if it works out between them, will it work out between us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need an excuse to go out with you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;too strong for too long (and i can't be without you baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and i'll be waiting up until you get home (cause i can't sleep without you baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;anybody who's ever loved, you know just what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;call the radio if you just can't be without your baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114113706372186316?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114113706372186316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114113706372186316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114113706372186316' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114094753175951264</id><published>2006-02-26T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:52:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for danceworks yesterday. was cool. just love watching reza dance. it's going to stink like hell not being able to watch reza dance anymore. it's like, been watching him for the past 3 years. so ya. he's such a good dancer after all. very wasted that he can't continue in sajc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays are starting in like 2 weeks. which is damn quick. i can't believe that the first term is already over. it totally feels like i just entered sajc not too long ago. but lo and behold, it's the last studying week of term 1. oh man. time is passing way too quickly for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be starting to believe what i've heard. i still don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the thought makes me smile. thanks loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114094753175951264?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114094753175951264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114094753175951264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114094753175951264' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114070068848063958</id><published>2006-02-23T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:18:08.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a physics test tommorrow. how sickening is that. i'm contemplating if i should study for it. my file is in front of me right now. with the notes and all. but i don't know if i should study. i'm having too much fun playing solitaire with nicholas. HAHA. we're 2 no life retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY NEW SPECS! i love them. they are SO FUNKAY. haha. love it love it love it. i'm loving it. haha. stupid. but ya. i think it's damn nice. though it's quite small. then i can see alot of unclear visions from above. haha. which is quite retarded la. but i love my FUNKAY new MATTISH specs. haha. so fun. though i look EXTREMELY fierce when i don't smile. oh well. haha. love it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. i don't really know what to blog about. so stupid. haha. hope alicia goes to school tommorrow. if not i won't have my laughing partner for pe. haha. fell down during pe that day. so embarrassing. have i already blogged about that? OH. haha. yes i have. how stupid. yea. well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week so far has been pretty good la. though yesterday was quite horrible. but ya. not a bad week. passed pretty quickly. seriously. yea. tommorrow's already friday. then it's going to be the weekends. then one more week of school before second orientation. then march holidays. the year has passed SO quickly come to think of it. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ansley and i made our very important decision today on what h1 subject to take. we're switching back to geography. basically it was because we were afraid we wouldn't be able to handle lit. we have no background on lit. at least i know what's going on in geog. and ansley knows half of what is going on. so ya. hope we'll fare better doing geog. oh well. as a result, we're not attending any of our lit classes anymore. yay. no need to stay back late on tuesday and thursday next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and i'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so tired of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so done with wishing you was still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;said i'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so why can't i turn off the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114070068848063958?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114070068848063958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114070068848063958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114070068848063958' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114052564899084871</id><published>2006-02-21T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:40:49.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm afraid of every move i make. unsure.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afriad that things would turn out like my biggest nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already been a day. ansley, i win. be ready to buy me a drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114052564899084871?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114052564899084871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114052564899084871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114052564899084871' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114044188084197201</id><published>2006-02-20T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:24:40.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>missed my bus this morning. so ended up late at madarin gardens. then ansley and i were wondering if we should take cab/go home/take 31 and be late. decided to take cab. but there was this sucker, who stood in front of us. he got a cab. pig la. like hello. we were standing there for so long already. then now you come and happily stand in front of us and hail the cab we wanted. PIG. managed to get a cab in the end. it cost us 8 bucks please. so expensive. haha. and ansley forgot to bring her money. so we were left with 2 bucks between us for the rest of the day. HAHA. retards. lynn lent us money in the end. anisha wanted us to pay 2 bucks for maths notes. then we told her we were broke. but she didn't believe us. in the end she did la. so ya. haha. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pe today? pe today was damn fun. laughed and laughed and laughed with alicia again. haha. this time we were more useful. even though alicia let a couple of goals in. haha. i let one in. so retarded. i think we're better at defending. not goalkeeping. there is a difference ok. haha. and our defence was pretty good. whee whee. haha. we didn't win though. but it was a good game. damn fun. haha. i got whacked. no bruise though. i hope. i got one last friday. haha. i whacked alicia. oops. haha. and i fell down. HOW FREAKING UNGLAM. haha. i slipped la. stepped on emily's stick and slipped. haha. so retarded. we played in the basketball court. so we were like playing in front of everyone. how SUPER embarrasing. haha. i can't wait to play floorball again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with celia and some people. HAHA. some people is so, not nice. but ya. some people. haha. YAY. haha. so happy that i did. yay. yay. yay. yay. HAHA. i'm so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more time anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i spent a lifetime searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;for what i thought i'd found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;but you're just the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;it's still a losing game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i'm a face out of the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114044188084197201?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114044188084197201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114044188084197201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114044188084197201' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114035700132813848</id><published>2006-02-19T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:50:01.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate having my eyes checked. seriously. i really don't know sometimes which side is clearer. so i just say, looks the same. like today. he told me to see whether the thingy was clearer or if my original specs was clearer. i changed between them so many times i think the guy thinks i'm stupid. and can't see properly. but in the end, he figured that my degree is still the same. less in fact. which is freaking weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. i've got new specs. yay. it's black. relatively chunky plastic specs. i like... haha. i think i look quite mattish. haha. seriously. and my mama says it makes me look very fierce. like as if i don't look fierce enough. shall go back this saturday and scare my juniors. as in the sec 1s. haha. EVIL. can't wait to collect my new specs on wednesday. whee whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite an uneventful day. slept in till like 12. due to the fact i slept around 2:30 am last night? i don't know why. lately i can't seem to sleep every night. oh well. i think i'm going to force myself to sleep at 10 later. haha. so primary school. so anyway, woke up and bathed. waited for my sister to bathe sushee. went out for lunch at ben's place. i think? they sell english pies. very nice. they have it at parkway parade giant too. go try it. yummy. then came home. waited awhile then got into the car with sushee to ecp. walk walk walk then ate dinner. do you know they have a cable ski park at ecp? damn cool. would love to try it. but will probably TOTALLY embarrass myself. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go ecp with you. but i think it would be kind of weird. i just want to go SOMEWHERE with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIG. i knew you weren't a decent person. PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the fire fades away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;most of everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is full of tired excuses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but it's to hard to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wish it were simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but we give up easily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're close enough to see that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're the other side of the world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114035700132813848?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114035700132813848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114035700132813848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114035700132813848' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114028216864432412</id><published>2006-02-19T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:02:48.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so. !smash'd. it was ok. i guess. haha. wasn't in the mood la. and the music was way too loud. i think i'm a little deaf already. and my insides really hurt. each time the bass BOOMED and each  time the guitar went ZWANG. or whatever. but ya. saw alot of old friends. selvam's joining alumni. WHEE. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this er, 3 dudes? i can't really remember. they were rapping. bla bla bla bla bla j-e-a-l-o-u-s bla bla bla. then i was thinking, hmm. j-e-a? qazim decided to be helpful and went, jealous. HAHA. so stupid la. didn't really catch it. haha. REALLY. not creating excuses. mind wasn't really in the performance. but this freaky z guy was nice. haha. his rap about the parents is so damn funny. i think he's performance was the best. then there was ryan. damn cool. as usual. haha. i think the mike needs to be cleaned. thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to twe today. missed my juniors. as in, the sec 1s? i missed them as in, they went home before i got there. DANG. haha. but oh well. bought them chocolates. all of them. so strange ar. receiving chocolates from someone you don't even know. how strange. haha. but it was fun playing with twe. omens of love is a DAMN nice song. PLEASE MAKE IT AN ALUMNI PIECE? haha. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're showing catch me if you can later. 645. yay. can't wait. haha. i watched it before? but it's damn nice. want to watch it again. frank ya? his name? i think he damn poor thing lo. he only did all this because his parents were getting a divorce. damn poor thing la. sigh. at least he's doing good now. haha. WATCH CATCH ME IF YOU CAN. you'll love it. for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wrist hurts. i think it's my wrist anyway. haha. stupid. don't know why. i think i slept on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to stop letting you control my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;love is the answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;at least for most of the questions in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;like why are we here? and where do we go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and how come it's so hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's not always easy and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'll tell you one thing its always better when we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114028216864432412?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114028216864432412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114028216864432412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114028216864432412' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114018523001742901</id><published>2006-02-17T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:07:10.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found this song that i heard on radio last year and really liked. i heard it during the o's mugging period. i still remember hearing it. it's a very nice song. but i couldn't catch the title. yesterday, on radio, the deejay was introducing a new song which they wanted listeners to rate. as i listened to this new song, i suddenly thought of the song that i like last year. and OHMYGOD. i heard the familiar chorus. haha. so happy. it's a really nice song. got none by robert post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's freaking retarded when people call your house phone then ask you where you are. you think? it happened to xingwen yesterday and me too. my mama called me just now and asked me, you home already? YOU THINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to temasek tomorrow. gotta settle the thingy with zat. so exciting. i can't wait to start the project rolling. whee whee. how exciting. but i think it'll be kind of time consuming. OHWELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realise that !smashed was tomorrow. haha. how spastic. and i haven't bought tickets. ansley said she's got them booked already. ok then. hope it'll be good. hmm. suddenly don't feel like going. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to start alumni practice either. so exciting. haha. play exciting songs with all these er, exciting people. haha. i hope selvam is going. it's been so long since i last saw him. or played with him. oh. i saw him at twe's pop. haha. but that's still quite along right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for another such day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;well a kiss might be just a kiss to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but baby it meant something to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and a night to remember might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;just a monday in september&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;baby it meant something to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114018523001742901?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114018523001742901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114018523001742901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114018523001742901' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-114010088056270912</id><published>2006-02-16T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:09:55.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past week has been crazy. especially tuesday. which was valentines day, celia's birthday and also international friendship day. but then again. it's international friendship week. haha. so ya. STUPID. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the first half of valentines/celia's day watching i not stupid 2 with celia and some people. haha. DAMN funny. which is quite psychotic. cause it's suppose to be a touching movie. it was la. made us all cry. especially celia. aiyo. malu only. haha. but it was like damn funny. because of the people i was sitting next to. SO ANTI-CLIMATIC PLEASE. i laughed during the caning part. retard. haha. after that, hung around at paragon then went to taka then went and met up with the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REUNION. haha. it rocked. to see all those familiar faces again. jialin, royce, lek. er. ya. HAHA. that's about it. since i see xingwen and ansley almost everyday. seen quite a bit of qazim and celia lately. even though didn't see them, have chatted with them. seeing the others was great. just yakking the night away. was great. really. qazim's friends came along too. haha. very funny really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CELIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: hottaye. haha. aiyo you. just happily post that thingy on your blog. thank god not many people i know read your blog. as in bandits. haha. no. i didn't realise. haha. i didn't read once through before giving it to you. haha. but oh well. thanks for letting me know la. haha. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt; for being&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SUPER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; proud of me. haha. so kuku. i didn't really work that hard la. haha. teamwork also la. on the part of twe. haha. i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;LOADS&lt;/span&gt; too! haha. we'll stay friends ALWAYS and ALWAYS and ALWAYS and ALWAYs yea? haha. hope you had a great day. your day! haha. best of luck with HIM la. things aren't that bad la. just. a bit slow sometimes. seemingly hopeless. but haha. still got hope. DON'T GIVE UP HOPE YEA? have faith. always. haha. either way round, i'm here! can yang ni. haha. when i do have money to yang myself in the first place la. haha. STUPID. yup. the last sentence sounds wrong. haha. i'm waiting for my purple book, sweetheart. haha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FASTER FASTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSLEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: decided to shout out to you. don't know why also. haha. thanks yea? for staying on in sajc with me. if not i sure die. since my OTHER best friend (wink wink) wants to transfer out. HAHAHA. though i don't seem to be there lately, caught up with other stuff like HIM and CELIA, i want you to know i AM always here la. sorry if i haven't paid you enough attention yea? haha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I STILL LOVE YOU LOADS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my don't know number what LESBO PARTNER. haha. stupid sia. how how? take lit or geog? haha. BALLOONS. stupid. haha. oh well. haha. cya in school tomorrow! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QAZIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: you ding dong. happy already la. haha. you don't fret so much about THOSE stuff la. just be happy. i lend you some of my happiness want? haha. be happy with me. it'll be fun. haha. when you do have any problems, do come to me yea? you know i'll listen. haha. you're friends are funny. haha. and i'm TOUCHED. haha. by what hilmi said. haha. thanks la. haha. got flu? let's go buy medicine together. can share the price. HAHA. auntie. haha. but ya. i think you passed it to me or something. you get well soon la. don't be so down and out. very seldom do you see qazim like that. haha. different ar. not bubbly. not fun. haha. you take care yea? cya again soon! go crystal jade bakery and tell the woman to have a nice day again. HAHAHA. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;you: please let it be true. because if it is, i'm the happiest person ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i want to turn the whole thing upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'll find the things they say just can't be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'll share this love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i find with everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we'll sing and dance to mother nature's songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i don't want this feeling to go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-114010088056270912?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114010088056270912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/114010088056270912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114010088056270912' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113979639047701606</id><published>2006-02-13T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T10:08:29.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't sleep. don't know why. oh well. i'm trying to contact my batch mates about alumni practices but a few of them refuse to pick up the phone or all unable to reach. like what's the point of having a handphone if you're not going to turn it on?! retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored. i don't know what to do. came online hoping there would be somebody to talk to. but there isn't. was watching mtv just now. didn't really keep me entertain for a long time. i think usher's caught up video is retarded. haha. but it's funny. sort of. i find it funny. and the dance is very nice. i still want to dance. where's qazim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost wish there was school. at least that would be something to do. i've so many free days with nothing to do at all. i spend the whole day either online or asleep. so boliao la. i need something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to watch the sunset yesterday. with qazim. but he wouldn't go watch it with me. cause his mama didn't allow. because there were ghost. OKAY. does the sun set in the east anyway? haha. seriously. i can't remember where it sets and where it rises. stupid. haha. OHWELL. anyone want to go watch the sunset with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could things possibly just come to a halt like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gone, going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gone, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gone, don't give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gone, be the birds, when they don't wanna sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gone, people, all awkward with their things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113979639047701606?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113979639047701606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113979639047701606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113979639047701606' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113975984065125357</id><published>2006-02-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:57:20.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw this on marcus' blog. quite interesting. shall do it too. whee whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN QUALITIES I WANT IN A POTENTIAL SPOUSE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) brains&lt;br /&gt;2) humour&lt;br /&gt;3) romantic-ness? HAHA. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;4) loyalty&lt;br /&gt;5) caring heart&lt;br /&gt;6) sweetness? that sounds weird&lt;br /&gt;7) initiative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE ME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) sleeping in the dark&lt;br /&gt;2) dying&lt;br /&gt;3) cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;4) losing my friends&lt;br /&gt;5) losing my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;6) being alone&lt;br /&gt;7) ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;SEVEN RANDOM SONGS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) under the gun by the killers&lt;br /&gt;2) the great divide by scott something&lt;br /&gt;3) sitting waiting wishing by jack johnson&lt;br /&gt;4) when you tell me that you love me by westlife and diana ross&lt;br /&gt;5) at the beginning by ? and ?&lt;br /&gt;6) once upon a december by ?&lt;br /&gt;7) vindicated by dashboard confessionals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS I LIKE MOST:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) having friends&lt;br /&gt;2) him&lt;br /&gt;3) reading&lt;br /&gt;4) boning&lt;br /&gt;5) sleeping&lt;br /&gt;6) watching tv&lt;br /&gt;7) yakking all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN MY BEDROOM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my bed&lt;br /&gt;2) my pillow&lt;br /&gt;3) my bolster&lt;br /&gt;4) my diary&lt;br /&gt;5) my storybooks&lt;br /&gt;6) my memory box&lt;br /&gt;7) my pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my right middle finger is purple. black actually.&lt;br /&gt;2) my hair is too long&lt;br /&gt;3) my o level results are 10 points&lt;br /&gt;4) my birthday falls on the 27th of september&lt;br /&gt;5) i've big feet. HAHA. how unflattering. ok. not THAT big.&lt;br /&gt;6) i like to dance. for some strange reason.&lt;br /&gt;7) i wish i was taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS I PLAN TO DO BEFORE I DIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) swim with the killer whales&lt;br /&gt;2) get married to someone i love and whom loves me&lt;br /&gt;3) go see the auroras, both northern and southern&lt;br /&gt;4) get a phD&lt;br /&gt;5) travel the world&lt;br /&gt;6) tour nasa and look at the solar system&lt;br /&gt;7) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS I CAN DO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) play the bone&lt;br /&gt;2) maths. most of the time at least.&lt;br /&gt;3) type really fast?&lt;br /&gt;4) laugh. HAHA. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;5) freak people out?&lt;br /&gt;6) talk non stop&lt;br /&gt;7) play the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS I SAY MOST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) haha&lt;br /&gt;2) whatever&lt;br /&gt;3) er&lt;br /&gt;4) ryt&lt;br /&gt;5) anything lo&lt;br /&gt;6) okie then&lt;br /&gt;7) you sucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN CELBRITY CRUSHES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) orlando bloom&lt;br /&gt;2) tyron leitso&lt;br /&gt;3) josh duhamel&lt;br /&gt;4) brad pitt&lt;br /&gt;5) elijah wood&lt;br /&gt;6) david sneddon&lt;br /&gt;7) ryan gosling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SEVEN PPL I WANT TO DO THIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) qazim&lt;br /&gt;2) celia&lt;br /&gt;3) xingwen&lt;br /&gt;4) ansley&lt;br /&gt;5) brian&lt;br /&gt;6) lek&lt;br /&gt;7) jialin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. on friday, before we went to collect the results, we went to eat yong tau fu. a 10 bill flew at my face. a sign it was, and it came true. haha. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have run to the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;through the horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chased the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i've waited for the light to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and at times i would give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wrapped your loving arms 'round me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and with your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'll overcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113975984065125357?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113975984065125357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113975984065125357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113975984065125357' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113965939335436998</id><published>2006-02-11T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:03:13.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone is leaving me. everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do what you want. REALLY. it's your future anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113965939335436998?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113965939335436998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113965939335436998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113965939335436998' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113965634429179355</id><published>2006-02-11T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:12:26.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister's got a cool new phone. the nokia 6111. very nice. the phone. but the functions are a bit strange looking. haha. WHAT SHALL I DEMAND FROM MY PARENTS NOW? i'm such a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's friends are coming over for dinner. she told me to invite my friends too. but i don't think they're free. for example, ansley is having some sort of function. jialin is out. won't be home anytime soon. and so ya. basically, i think they would prefer not to have free dinner. oh well. i shall just stay in here (the computer room) and be anti social. shan't go out and talk to all those people whom i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a headache. i think it's because of sleeping next to my handphone. and also because i've been sleeping most of the day. nothing much else to do today. so sleep lo. whenever i've got the chance. what a pig. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my sister's friends is one of cleo's 50 most eligible bachelors. anyone wants to come over? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to interpret those signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'll sing this somber serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the past is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we've been betrayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;someone said the truth will out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i believe without a doubt, in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113965634429179355?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113965634429179355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113965634429179355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113965634429179355' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113957673258974201</id><published>2006-02-10T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:05:32.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the results were out today. i did ok. i guess. haha. celia will kill me if she read this. but i wanted less la. aimed for less. not that i'm not happy with my results. i am. very much so. THANK GOD i didn't do as badly as i imagine i could have. i got 5 As. so sickening. one more to go back for speech day to recieve prize. haha. sickening. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;MY A MATHS GOT A 1!!!&lt;/span&gt; haha. so happy la. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SO DID MY COMBINED HUMANITIES!&lt;/span&gt; yay yay yay. haha. i got 10 by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took our results by class register. thank god. if not i would have to wait for 35 people before taking my results. celia, yilin and i were suppose to open our envelopes together but yilin pang sei us. haha. we were standing waiting for our turn. and then i was so afraid.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; i wanted to cry.&lt;/span&gt; brian was standing next to me and he was kind of freaking out at my reaction. haha. i wasn't afraid most of the day. didn't really think about it much. or bother about it. neither did celia. then when we entered the hall we suddenly felt it. haha. so retarded la. then the nervousness subsided and only came back when standing in line to collect. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i was so so so freaked out that my most horrible nightmare would come true and i would get f9 for everything or something.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;collected the results, flipped it over and walked towards celia really slowly. then i became dysfuncitonal and couldn't tear my report thingy properly. haha. so retarded. eugene had to call at that exact time when i was being dysfunctional. sucker. haha. then yea. sat around in the hall for quite awhile. then decided to leave for swensen's ice cream. haha. we ate so much. we ate 110+ bucks worth of food. wanted to puke after that cause we were all so full. haha. STUPID. typical us. haha. then went our seperate ways to go home. and here i am now. home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of can't believe i got 10. i thought i'd do horribly. don't know why. just had ALL the worst case scenarios in my head. like f9 for english. f9 for everything basically. but that didn't happen. phew. the fact that i got an a1 for a maths shows that miracles DO happen and therefore EVERYONE should work VERY hard for a maths. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIAN: see. i do shout out to you. i was telling you about my a maths getting a 1. then i remembered i got a 3 for my prelims a maths. i posted about it and you told me to JIAYOU cause i could do it for a maths. well. THANK YOU LOADS! thanks for the faith and encouragement. haha. YAY to us both! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QAZIM: i'm sure you can contribute to sajc in some way. GOOD LOOKS i tell you, GOOD LOOKS. haha. waterboy la. waterboy for EVERY SINGLE sport. haha. especially rugby. haha. you retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAUN: i forgot to thank you for always having been there for me during the o levels period. and your a maths tys. haha. you're the BEST junior ever. thanks SO much. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. that's basically about it for today then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;she was that summer song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;packing them in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;making them dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;a law of her own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;taking the time to sing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113957673258974201?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113957673258974201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113957673258974201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113957673258974201' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113906950859148854</id><published>2006-02-05T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T00:15:13.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so here i am. blogging. again. after 2 hours of watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEK:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you're seventeen. though that's not exactly a big deal. since you can't drink nor drive. good actually. then you won't get yourself killed in a car accident. haha. i'm psychotic. but anyway. you have fun yea? doing whatever the hell you do. sad that we can't celebrate your birthday with you. since you having your odac competition. oh well. i doubt you'll even read this entry. so ya. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big fat greek wedding is a nice movie. haha. it's so touching. and it's damn funny la. i wonder if greeks are really like that. haha. so amusing. quite cool really. but yea. culture shock. haha. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a right to know yea? if i asked you would you answer me. i don't know how to ask you; what to ask you. i think i may just be afraid of the truth. slowly what i heard begins to seem real, and i can't look at you without wondering whether those things did in fact happen. i deserve to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence. i'm kind of waiting for something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you see everything, you see every part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you see all my light and you love my dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you dig everything of which i'm ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;there's not anything to which you can't relate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;re still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113906950859148854?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113906950859148854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113906950859148854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113906950859148854' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113906006969445089</id><published>2006-02-04T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T21:34:34.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to blog about something on my way home. but i kind of forgot what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back for twe band today. it was fun. played with julie, syahida and sofia. lifeng and shaun weren't there. they had to go for some remedial thing. miss temasek. the school. i was taking bus 10 to school. it was so, strange. seeing all those houses, those buildings, that i haven't seen for such a long time. it was a good feeling. walking into that school, waiting at that bus stop. i miss temasek. ended up yawning through out band. slept at like 2 yesterday and woke up at 8 this morning. in the end i became too tired to play and decided to go look at other scores. was looking for anastacia actually. but it disappeared. rickson took it. apparently. oh well. will just have to look at it another time. really want to see that score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think twe is losing their identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for lunch with ansley and xingwen at my favourite yong tau fu place. damn heavenly. still the same. so sad. that we don't get many chances to eat it anymore. since it's like so far from our present school it closes by the time we're back in the east. oh well. will just have to eat it on weekends then. went to cold storage to examine food. damn retarded. haha. but ya. just one of those silly things we do. came home and slept. till like 6. i think i'm going to be up all night again. can't really sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's not much to do online either. nobody is online. nobody i can chat with anyway. oh well. where's all my talkative friends when i need them? think i'll go watch tv or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;CELIA&lt;/span&gt;: i think it's kind of cool? now that we're apart most of the time, but we're closer. it's nice. a nice comfortable friendship we've got here. haha. and i thank WHOEVER so much that i've got you. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU BABE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haha. suddenly felt very happy to have you as my best bud. haha. don't care about DUH boy la. me can already. haha. oh well. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every morning, when i wait for 13 at the hainanese restaurant bus stop, this SAME 12 bus ( i think) goes by. it advertises chinese. it's got this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; cool word and these 3 people in suits looking smart. i think. one of them is hossan leong. just thought i'd let everyone know about the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt; bus. haha. as in. the bus &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; purple. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this couple. i think they're a couple at least. er, i wouldn't say their old, but their not exactly my parents age either. they had 5 dogs la. it was damn wacked. but the dogs all very cute. and very small. not very la. a few were quite small. the others were like medium size? i don't know. but they all looked very cute. fluffy dogs with lots of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i want to ask you out. as in. just hang out. but i don't think it'll work. and i think i'll feel silly&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;the hint of these new tears are sharp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i try to choke them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but it's useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i am useless against them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;they are beating me with ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113906006969445089?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113906006969445089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113906006969445089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113906006969445089' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113897825528527531</id><published>2006-02-03T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T22:50:55.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i had quite a bad day. it started off with BAD STUFF, then had physics test, then had to go for the rocket blast off thing, then went for sectionals. not that i didn't like sectionals. just that it was damn confusing. spartacus? damn strange. totally MIND BLOGGLING i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ansley and xingwen went for smu band today. so i was quite lonely. thanks to benjamin, i was entertained all the way home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENJAMIN: do you read my blog? haha. anyway. THANKS LOADS yea? for pei-ing me today. if not i sure die of loneliness one. haha. but anyway. yakking was damn fun. we should do it more often. haha. thanks for sharing those things with me. we can do it EVERY friday. haha. if they go for smu every friday la. haha. OHWELL. so psycho. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a person accustomed to change. i don't like change. i like things routine, set. change kind of frightens me. things staying the same is sometimes better. so why change when nothing is wrong? redundant isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i really know you? at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;you- you ask me what went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;me- i'll write you this last song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;please- just tell me one way we can win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;one- more thing before I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;two- the one who loves me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;three- don't make me count to three again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113897825528527531?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113897825528527531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113897825528527531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113897825528527531' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113880242564257146</id><published>2006-02-01T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:00:25.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm actually online because i have to do research for lit. on julius and octavius caesar. it's quite interesting la. check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vroma.org/~bmcmanus/caesar.html"&gt;www.vroma.org/~bmcmanus/caesar.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/augustus.shtml"&gt;www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/augustus.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to qazim yesterday on the phone? early in the morning. then he was singing. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREAMING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more like. into my ears. damn HORRIBLE. haha. sorry qazim. then i told him to stop singing. i was getting goosebumps. guess what qazim said. I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt; USE TO READ THOSE BOOKS&lt;/span&gt;! haha. ABSOLUTE bimbo please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONFESSIONS OF A BIMBO SLUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid qazim. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's band was damn fun. haha. we played that the blues song. played it before. remember hating it the first time i played it because i was lost most of the song. which is very pathetic. haha. today it was fun. cause er, i wasn't lost? haha. not that much at least. then all the glisses very fun. whee whee. haha. arsenal was nice. though i couldn't play the semiqauver part. and the high a flat. was it a flat. ya. i think so. but the song is nice. enjoyed band today. wheelala. stupid qazim. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;QAZIM&lt;/span&gt;: i'm still waiting. for my shoutout. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i'm bored like hell. feel like going to sleep already. it's a bit early though. haha. so it'll be quite crazy if i go sleep now. at least i wouldn't fall asleep in school tommorrow. i think. tommorrow is going to be a good day. really. the lessons are all nice. yay. love gp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. my entry today is quite pointless. haha. i'm just bored la. then like nothing else to do. sad case. haha. sudden urge to go back to temasek. haven't been in that place so long le. haven't sat at the parade square; haven't walked up and down those flights of stairs; haven't seen ms woon; haven't played with twe. sigh. so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD. the results are out next week la. i'm freaking out like shit lo. alot of people are going to go, AIYO yi mei, FOR WHAT? you sure score well one lo. no. nothing is guaranteed. nothing. and i may just do very badly for all you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;i'm scared. very scared. can anyone even begin to fathom why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but if it makes you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;keep on clapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;just remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'll be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and if you don't let go, it's gonna pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113880242564257146?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113880242564257146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113880242564257146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113880242564257146' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113863158393265075</id><published>2006-01-30T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:19:50.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREATEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time yesterday. I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; loved yesterday. SO glad to see those dudes again. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;JOON WIN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;RAJ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LYDIA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;NADIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;REUBEN&lt;/span&gt;. my dear childhood friends. damn fun la. yesterday. haha. BALLS. stupid sia. laugh and laugh and laugh like bloody idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;JOON WIN&lt;/span&gt;: haha. are you even going to read my blog again. ANYWAY. sorry la. haha. not easy to beat you know. that's why when i do i have to relish in the moment ar. haha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;SORRY.&lt;/span&gt; no hard feelings yea? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i wonder when i'm going to see them again. not for another year i guess. OHMYGOD. not for another year. by then we'll all be old farts already. serious old farts. OHMYGOD. haha. we had such a great childhood together. haha. i'm so glad i have them. like my sister said, i kind of do miss those days in jb. sigh. already looking forward to seeing them again next year. haha. gosh. i'm psychotic. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great day today too! haha. with my two best friends. i have alot. haha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;CELIA &lt;/span&gt;AND &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;QAZIM&lt;/span&gt;!! haha. met qazim first. he was suppose to go get his hair cut at that $10 place. HAHA. cheapo. but the woman said there were alot of customers, so told him to come back an hour later. now that i think about. why did she need SO long to cut 4 customers' hair? weird. so we hung around lo. went up to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARRY-BROWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (haha qazim. STUPID.) to check out if eugene crew and jialin's best friend were still there. jailin's friend wasn't, but eugene crew was. haha. ate onion rings and took some pictures with the rings. DAMN retarded. haha. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/DSCN8584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/DSCN8584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/DSCN8585.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/320/DSCN8585.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i look silly. haha. SO STUPID. my eyes too small la. after that, we walked back to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;QB HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;. cheapo. haha. then the woman said she was going to leave for lunch. or the toilet. didn't really catch what she was saying. i don't get it lo. got money to earn but she don't want. ok lo. so we went to terminal one and ate curry puffs at POLAR. then his MAK called. haha. we walked to check if swensen was around at t1. which it wasn't. my feet were killing me. so were sat down and took pictures. like bloody idiot. listened to qazim's discman. then celia said she was coming already. so we walked to popeyes. but she said she wanted to eat staff canteen. so we went to meet her at t2 lo. bought her a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; PINK LADY&lt;/span&gt; milk chocolate heart. then went to eat with celia. most of the stalls were closed. DUH. it's chinese new year. haha. so we ate MALAY yong tau fu. cool please. HAHA. qazim left us halfway to join his family on a eating frenzy. so celia and i ate and yakked. then she made me blush. haha. SO HOT please. haha. that sounds kind of, wrong. haha. then went back to t2. celia went made shopping at mini bits. which is quite psychotic. haha. then went to swensens for ice cream. sat there being emo for quite some time. haha. went to the toilet with the dysfunctional door. haha. SO FUNNY. the door couldn't close know. apparently you had to push it very hard la. then the cleaner was like, go in, i help you close. then the both of us didn't want to go in. so this woman was like, you guys don't want, i want. cannot tahan already. which i thought was damn hilarious la. but ya. haha. then we went home lo. that about sums up my day at the airport. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QAZIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;TOO BAD LA.&lt;/span&gt; your hair not fated to be cut ar. haha. who ask you choose such a cheapo place to cut your hair? HUH? HUH? haha. stupid. YOU EVIL! you don't love celia, you don't want to buy her a HEART! YOU! GOOD! haha. tsk tsk tsk. well. EVERYONE SAYS WE SHOULD BE TOGETHER LE. how? let's just be ok? haha. i'm willing to forgive you after the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt; times you've cheated on me with my BEST FRIENDS. hahaha. you sucker la. never join us after eating lunch with your parents. crazy one. just finish lunch then go for dinner. haha. 6 O'CLOCK!! haha. STUPID please. haha. we must go out more often please. miss the many times we have had together la. miss studying the airport le. how ar? haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;LET'S GO STUDY TOMMORROW MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! haha. kuku already. haha. well ya. you better SHOUTOUT to me man. haha. sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CELIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: don't sad la. don't grieve. you got my PINK LADY heart already. haha. no matter what, you still have qazim and me. you still have your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;EEE ORH EEE ORH&lt;/span&gt; friend. haha. ME! yours truly. haha. don't believe what i said about him la. i guess i'm just stupid. i don't really know these things clearly ar. so yea. if you guys really are meant to be, it'll work out one la. don't think so much about it yea? hanging out with you is no problem one la. whenever you want to go out, i'll go out with you de. that is if i'm free la. haha. so ya. i'm always always always here k? don't EVER forget that. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/1600/DSCN4151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5967/355/200/DSCN4151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOADS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go to NZ. haha. how random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you a joke. haha. i think it's damn hilarious la. but celia and qazim don't think so. haha.&lt;br /&gt;why do penguins go ee orh ee orh when they walk? cause they go, "eee i go fat. where's my legs? ORH." HAHAHA. i think it's damn funny la. haha. it's funnier when you say it in person i think. haha. there's another one. there's this couple. they went out la. then the girlfriend needed to FART damn badly la. but she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of the boyfriend. so she said, come, let me teach you what sounds the parrot makes. so she started squaking. at the end of it, to make it seem like she's wasn't THAT retarded, she asked the boyfriend, so what sounds does the parrot make? the boyfriend said, i don't know, you farted too loudly, i couldn't hear. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. at swensens today, i was suppose to be calling the waiter la. then i wasn't really calling him la. then i went excuse me veyr softly and high. and he ACTUALLY heard me. like way cool please. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my pumps. i think i'll never wear pumps ever again. haha. totally hurts like crap shit la. i have SO many blisters and cuts now. SUCKS man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMAN! my mouse is not working. STUPID. think i'll end here for today then. STUPID mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;what you gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;what you gonna say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i ain't sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;played my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i can't keep wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;on your game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113863158393265075?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113863158393265075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113863158393265075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113863158393265075' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113845924503308566</id><published>2006-01-28T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T22:46:33.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XING NIAN KUAI LE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SELAMAT TAHUN BARU CINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS IN TAMIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's finally chinese new year. WHEE! how exciting. haha. actually, it isn't la. a few hours early. haha. OOPS. haha. but yea. whatever. it's reunion dinner day. i think i'm getting sick. been sneezing the whole day. and didn't really have an appetite for reunion dinner. which is actually quite sad. but on the other hand, i won't put on as much weight. WHEE. haha. so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! nobody is online. even dinie went off. ARGH. now i have no one to talk to. at all. i might as well go offline. but then. duh. of course nobody's online. everyone's beusy stuffing their faces with food. ok la. not at this time. but yea. i'm dying of boredom here. someone save me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tommorrow, i'm going over to jb. to visit my CHILDHOOD FRIENDS. so exciting la. i can't wait. haven't seen them in ages already. i can't even remember when was the last time i saw them lo. so sad. they all grow up already. all in different places studying. i'm the only one still stuck in jc. well. there's reuben of course. but oh well. the age gap is quite big. i'm wondering how it's going to go tommorrow. i'll probably just sit silently. as usual. while my sister gossips with nadia and lydia. i don't really fit in actually. but ohwell. love those people anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for monday. we were suppose to be having our reunion. among ourselves. but they decided to postpone it to next sunday. which i don't really want to. but oh well. guess people will be visiting on monday. that's why they can't have it. OHWELL. dang la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i forgot to blog about this the previous entry. that day. er. tuesday? i met my sister in town to buy my mother's birthday present. so we met at shaw house la. then i needed to go to the toilet. so i went lo. then the walls of the toilet is like tiled up one. so i close the door. slammed it really. on my middle finger. haha. it hurt like hell la. i was like F*** F*** F*** F*** F*** F*** F***ing HELL! haha. damn pain lo. it hurt so much i ended up not using the toilet. which was pretty spastic. haha. ohwell. so now it's purple. a bit gross. but at least it doesn't hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. bloody bored. and there's no one to talk to. how sad is that. maybe i'll go to sleep. haha. pig sia. i don't even have a storybook to read. how sad it that? i feel like playing pictionary. haha. with whom? teh. i wonder what we're going to do the whole day tommorrow. we can't possibly be eating the whole day right? and what is there to do in jb anyway. please don't go shopping. i am so sick of shopping. which doesn't really make sense. since i haven't shopped for quite awhile already. but i just don't feel like walking around aimlessly. looking for clothes. ohwell. what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm using my sister's laptop. since the computer downstairs seems to be facing problems. then her msn messenger is like ancient la. i think it's the very first edition. damn funny please. haha. looking at it makes me want to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply me can? i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;stop, turn, take a look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;at all the lights and sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;let them bring you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;slow burn, let it all fade out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pull the curtain down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i wonder where you've been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113845924503308566?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113845924503308566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113845924503308566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113845924503308566' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113837950045800504</id><published>2006-01-27T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:40:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;feeling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bloody &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;boliao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OBVIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;just feeling a little spastic today. yea. LITTLE. haha. woke up happy and hyper this morning. really happy and hyper. don't know why also. had so much energy la. which is really weird. since i hardly slept last night. i couldn't sleep. i don't know why. kept waking up. i remember i woke up at 5:37 am and stared at my handphone until the alarm clock rang. which was pretty spastic. happily made my way to school. had pe. pe was damn fun. though i was seriously retarded today. i think my friends think i'm a bloody idiot who can't catch the ball. haha. OHWELL. but team &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;CONCERT BAND&lt;/span&gt; still won the team &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;ALL STARS&lt;/span&gt;. haha. so lame la. our pe teacher gave us those names. haha. then went and sat in the cafe to cool down. drink some water, eat some pocky sticks. then went on to change and went to the band room. sat down and yakked with some people. and then from the on, i started feeling VERY tired. especially during the second performance? for the j2s? the m.i.l.k people were around to talk about it and i SO wanted to just fall asleep there and then on the stage la. but that would be quite embarrassing. so ya. haha. and then we decided to go eat. couldn't really decide on where. sad sia. haha. ended up going to bugis for pastamania with benjamin, ansley, xingwen and cindy. everyone was too tired to really &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;TALK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;TALK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;TALK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;TALK&lt;/span&gt;. so mainly just ate in silence. felt like taking neoprints. haha. cause it was like THE perfect moment to take the DUUUUUUUHHHH face photo. but none of us had money. and then we made our VERY slow and VERY laborius task of making our way home. on the mrt. which was BLOODY full. had to wait half an hour for my father to come pick me up. which was extremely long because there was no one to entertain me. partly because my handphone battery was running low anyway. my father finally came at 6:16 pm and i went home. and slept. couldn't take it anymore. woke up at 8:06pm by celia calling me. haha. on my housephone la. then she couldn't recognize my voice. think i sounded too &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SEXAY&lt;/span&gt; already, having just woken up. haha. she asked me who i was can. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEH TEH TEH&lt;/span&gt;. haha. retard. and i've been lazing around until now. yea. watching tv and just sitting around my living room. haha. i sound like a bloody couch potato. but yea. i guess i am. hmmm. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the band performance today was cool. though i was freaking tired. yea. les miserables is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREAKING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nice song la. haha. less miserables. haha. stupid please. damn nice. i need a smaller mouthpiece. yea. haha. stupid. moulin rouge was damn nice too. though i couldn't really play my b natural. guess i just didn't dare to. scared wrong note come out. oh well. i must never be scared huh. sigh. we're not clique-ish. it's just the others had other things to do. and we stay like totally way off from where they do. it's not like we don't want to mix. we just don't get many chances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;listening to jesus of suburbia. love the song. though there has to be a hidden meaning. i'm not very good at reading between the lines. haha. but. well. the song is nice? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;my back aches. or at least my right back. below my shoulder blade. i have no idea why it hurts so much. damn shit la. i was playing my bone today and it was damn uncomfortable la. cause sometimes when i move too much, it hurts. OUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder how celia types like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it kind of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AMAZES &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm more of the paragraph kind of person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like things chunky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you get what i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's quite fun typing like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes my entry appear longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the wrong reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;celia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;CELIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha. i'm so happy for you girl. haha. yay! i told you somehow, along the way good things will happen. see la. happy already la. as for me. OHWELL. haha. sad la, sad. haha. oh well. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I RESIGN TO MY FATE&lt;/span&gt;. haha. DRAMA please. haha. well. don't forget about me ok? don't you dare man. MURDER you ar. if you do. haha. sorry i haven't been free yea? don't worry. i will never forget about you. i'll try my best to squeeze out some time for you la. when i'm not too tired that is. cause if i am too tired, haha. you go out with me you'll die of boredom yea? haha. work at levi's free not? but me jeans yea? with your first pay check. HAHA. i want the free to move one. haha. i feel like DANCING. haha. so kuku. but yea. been a long time since we last did. where's qazim? let's all meet up one day to dance. HAHA. so stupid. crazy. haha. this is for you! haha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LESBO JUNK ALERT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haha. but yea. you get the meaning la. read in between the lines man. i think? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i'm just speaking from experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;nothing can compare to your first true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;so I hope this will remind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;when it's for real, it's forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;so don't forget about us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QAZIM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: where are you? i want to dance. haha. rubbish. you MUST come for reunion ok? you better. it's reunion lo. if you're not there what type of reunion is it? haha. COME. MUST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;well. i think i've said enough rubbish for one day. so yea. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it's not that i don't want to believe. i just don't see how i can given my track record. and nobody is there to make me believe. so what's the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;well i'm on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;home sweet home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tonight tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i'm on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;home sweet home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you know that i've seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;too many romantic dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;up in lights, fallin' off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the silver screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113837950045800504?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113837950045800504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113837950045800504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113837950045800504' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522610.post-113785947520100177</id><published>2006-01-21T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:04:38.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my english is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how big your lorry? your lorry how big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. i can't believe i said that to qazim. so stupid la. then qazim praised my sentence structure. how wonderful. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the sas pop today. kudos to them for playing in the rain. i felt so sad for them la. haha. damn poor thing lo. they're all going to get sick of something la. poor thing. but the played very well. obviously. contrary to what aldwyn said. rubbish only la he. he actually expected me to believe him. RUBBISH. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. that's about it really. haha. for today. tommorrow must help my mama spring clean for chinese new year. which i totally can't wait for. want to eat steamboat. whee. haha. sea cucumber. loads and loads of sea cucumber. and fish maw. loads and loads of fish maw. yay. haha. want to have reunion with my friends too. eat something together. reunion lunch/dinner/barbeque/steamboat/pot luck. yep. haha. hope they'll agree to it. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with dinie on qazim's phone. HAHA. oops. bought socks. 6 pairs. all different colours. so exciting la. haha. but a bit small and tight. stupid sia. they make the free size so small. people with big feet how. aiyo. hopefully the more i wear it the more loose it gets la. that &lt;em&gt;DOES&lt;/em&gt; happen right? haha. stupid. i still want strippy socks. very strippy ones. with every colour of the rainbow. how freaking interesting would that be. and must be toe socks. haha. so cute. cannot take it. somebody buy them for me please. haha. whee whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. come online and there's nobody to talk to. other than celia la. haha. my entertainer not around. that idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;QAZZ:&lt;/span&gt; you ding dong. put on your tagboard everyone can read ar, you&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; P&lt;/span&gt; you. haha. rubbish only. anyway. thanks for the offer, but very weird la. don't want to sit in the back of your lorry also. the wind blow then my skirt will fly. very embarrassing please. haha. cannot ar. not decent. haha. you shallow bitch. cannot believe you sia. haha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;TEH TEH TEH&lt;/span&gt;. yea. i guess good looking la. but still. i don't know la. don't have a very good impression of the person ar. as in. things i know about that person la. so yea. go find someone else better la. like your mucus girls school girl. haha. who looks like a man.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; SAD&lt;/span&gt; can. haha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YEA LUH.&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea well. that's it. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i had a dream my life would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so different from this hell i'm living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so different now from what it seemed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;now life has killed the dream i dreamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;i saw you, did you see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522610-113785947520100177?l=bluebird89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113785947520100177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522610/posts/default/113785947520100177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebird89.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113785947520100177' title=''/><author><name>`eeemeii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
