<?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-13772957</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:06:04.333+08:00</updated><category term='Oh my fish'/><category term='Sports day'/><category term='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><title type='text'>Be optimistic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>340</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8797954123600403537</id><published>2008-01-09T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T00:52:28.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, happy new year all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm actually blogging on another &lt;a href="http://upandaway.wordpress.com/"&gt;SITE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8797954123600403537?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8797954123600403537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8797954123600403537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8797954123600403537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8797954123600403537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2008/01/firstly-happy-new-year-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-3539988551552293091</id><published>2007-12-11T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:46:44.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This place seems rather hmmm deserted so I decided to do a lil update. I dunno why I put a tagboard in for. For fun I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this period has been filled with nothing but Korean dramas. Hahahaha, especially those with gong yoo. Hotness.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this is my first time using the computer today. Normally I'd be using it since morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, work. I've started working already. And my shift starts on wed till fri. The sad thing is that I don't think I've any shifts that clash woth Charlotte's and why don't I have any work-till-closing-shifts this week? I don't get to bring home anything. :( That's really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I really feel like going to Petaling street or Bangkok. Miss the shopping. Ok, really random but yea.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm not even sure if anyone still reads this, but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-3539988551552293091?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/3539988551552293091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=3539988551552293091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3539988551552293091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3539988551552293091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-place-seems-rather-hmmm-deserted.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-1657975972637689153</id><published>2007-11-30T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:02:24.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/ Flashes big wide smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Frowns again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-1657975972637689153?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/1657975972637689153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=1657975972637689153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1657975972637689153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1657975972637689153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/11/flashes-big-wide-smile-frowns-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-2961172141233053580</id><published>2007-11-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T02:17:53.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so irritating. First, I forgot the password to my Imagestation account. Next I dunno how to work the shutterfly thing, then Multiply doesn't allow me to upload photos.&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;&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;What's with all these websites man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02LXKC6XPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a4HV7ASYtM8/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137915979849424114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02LXKC6XPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a4HV7ASYtM8/s320/Prom+Night!+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02L_qC6XQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bPKegiJ5epY/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137916675634126082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02L_qC6XQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bPKegiJ5epY/s320/Prom+Night!+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02MjqC6XRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vCz1ndJ6sYo/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137917294109416722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02MjqC6XRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vCz1ndJ6sYo/s320/Prom+Night!+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02NSqC6XSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6c_ATxgply4/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137918101563268386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02NSqC6XSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6c_ATxgply4/s320/Prom+Night!+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All taken at the salon. Haha, Angela looks funny there.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh yes, pictures speak a thousand words plus I'm rather lazy to type already. Let them do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02OraC6XTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Es3qJo_gTeY/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137919626276658482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02OraC6XTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Es3qJo_gTeY/s320/Prom+Night!+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02PRaC6XUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AZMEvgeEKW4/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137920279111687490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02PRaC6XUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AZMEvgeEKW4/s320/Prom+Night!+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02P0KC6XVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5ADvx6w_CYc/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137920876112141650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02P0KC6XVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5ADvx6w_CYc/s320/Prom+Night!+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02ReaC6XXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3fyPLi90-4o/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137922701473242482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02ReaC6XXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3fyPLi90-4o/s320/Prom+Night!+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02SGKC6XYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TRKlcAR46iM/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137923384373042562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02SGKC6XYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TRKlcAR46iM/s320/Prom+Night!+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02S1aC6XZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UhyZfbtLhRQ/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137924196121861522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02S1aC6XZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UhyZfbtLhRQ/s320/Prom+Night!+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02TcKC6XaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/g8ryhyhIqIk/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137924861841792418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02TcKC6XaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/g8ryhyhIqIk/s320/Prom+Night!+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02UDaC6XbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iue1jMW9QSk/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137925536151657906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02UDaC6XbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iue1jMW9QSk/s320/Prom+Night!+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02UoqC6XcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RBxAStU71dc/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137926176101785026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02UoqC6XcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RBxAStU71dc/s320/Prom+Night!+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02V3qC6XeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZfwJKR95BrU/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137927533311450594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02V3qC6XeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZfwJKR95BrU/s320/Prom+Night!+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02WdKC6XfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4RKFmh7JF7s/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137928177556545010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02WdKC6XfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4RKFmh7JF7s/s320/Prom+Night!+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02VM6C6XdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0zW9c9gDGWs/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137926798872042962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02VM6C6XdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0zW9c9gDGWs/s320/Prom+Night!+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02XfKC6XgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Xg0VLLE13V0/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137929311427911170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02XfKC6XgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Xg0VLLE13V0/s320/Prom+Night!+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02YIqC6XhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3lT-JhUhh38/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137930024392482322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02YIqC6XhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3lT-JhUhh38/s320/Prom+Night!+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02YxqC6XiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CZ0jNtS3PuY/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137930728767118882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02YxqC6XiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CZ0jNtS3PuY/s320/Prom+Night!+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02ZbaC6XjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2S08ftPXMME/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137931446026657330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02ZbaC6XjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2S08ftPXMME/s320/Prom+Night!+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02aI6C6XkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/A8ObjWoOzR4/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137932227710705218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02aI6C6XkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/A8ObjWoOzR4/s320/Prom+Night!+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02av6C6XlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/19p8MpAFEkY/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137932897725603410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02av6C6XlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/19p8MpAFEkY/s320/Prom+Night!+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02bj6C6XmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3V_PtX-6jHM/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137933791078800994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02bj6C6XmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3V_PtX-6jHM/s320/Prom+Night!+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02cP6C6XnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/l0Cc3g8W4HY/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137934546993045106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02cP6C6XnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/l0Cc3g8W4HY/s320/Prom+Night!+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02dHqC6XoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7cA3OdVWNn8/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137935504770752130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02dHqC6XoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7cA3OdVWNn8/s320/Prom+Night!+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02g_6C6XpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WJbez6kbR5o/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137939769673277074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02g_6C6XpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WJbez6kbR5o/s320/Prom+Night!+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02jdKC6XqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oZoBayRyIWg/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137942471207706274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02jdKC6XqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oZoBayRyIWg/s320/Prom+Night!+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02kM6C6XrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dMyIj8oaaGw/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137943291546459826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02kM6C6XrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dMyIj8oaaGw/s320/Prom+Night!+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02mIqC6XsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P_leHqGH0N8/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137945417555271362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02mIqC6XsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P_leHqGH0N8/s320/Prom+Night!+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02m2KC6XtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/g5gz9DKK3WU/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137946199239319250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02m2KC6XtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/g5gz9DKK3WU/s320/Prom+Night!+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02ngaC6XuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4WFi_ucufJE/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137946925088792290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02ngaC6XuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4WFi_ucufJE/s320/Prom+Night!+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02oJaC6XvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Bg1okS0lusM/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137947629463428850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02oJaC6XvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Bg1okS0lusM/s320/Prom+Night!+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02qVqC6XyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IPCXBQvAcVQ/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137950038940081954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02qVqC6XyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IPCXBQvAcVQ/s320/Prom+Night!+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our class' puny lil Ms Cambridge rep. Too bad she didn't win. The song she composed's really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02sgqC6XzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cT4rctsUmUs/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137952426941898546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02sgqC6XzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cT4rctsUmUs/s320/Prom+Night!+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02tWqC6X0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/GqeZ-iLHKiw/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137953354654834498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02tWqC6X0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/GqeZ-iLHKiw/s320/Prom+Night!+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02uB6C6X1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/I9iwYxih3TY/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137954097684176722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02uB6C6X1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/I9iwYxih3TY/s320/Prom+Night!+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02uwKC6X2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/N5yDAPZkicU/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137954892253126498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02uwKC6X2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/N5yDAPZkicU/s320/Prom+Night!+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02veaC6X3I/AAAAAAAAALE/yXZd-AIPNbY/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137955686822076274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02veaC6X3I/AAAAAAAAALE/yXZd-AIPNbY/s320/Prom+Night!+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02wFqC6X4I/AAAAAAAAALM/R2vGb_KJPkI/s1600-h/Prom+Night!+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137956361131941762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R02wFqC6X4I/AAAAAAAAALM/R2vGb_KJPkI/s320/Prom+Night!+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it was rather alright. I can't believe we paid 75 bucks for that kinda food. 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Gonna upload the photos into one album probably tomorrow or something. I'm no professional photographer and the pictures contain mostly me in it HAHAHEEHEE so yea. Everyone was dressed up so nicely and lady like. Anyway the theme's Debutante and who doesn't wanna look good for prom? Tomorow, the photos will arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, the Sony Ericsson K850i's damn cool! Gonna wait for the proce to drop before getting it. But it's not a confirm thing so I'd better not set my hopes too high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R0xWdaC6XOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Iiw9VH46Kd8/s1600-h/Ericsson_K850i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137576338130623714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R0xWdaC6XOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Iiw9VH46Kd8/s320/Ericsson_K850i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8738349557771416586?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8738349557771416586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8738349557771416586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8738349557771416586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8738349557771416586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-was-prom-earlier-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V5DCbUJTsCE/R0xWdaC6XOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Iiw9VH46Kd8/s72-c/Ericsson_K850i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-4795530112711730654</id><published>2007-11-16T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:12:42.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So little time, yet so much to do. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for extracting 2 molar teeth. Darn them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I've enjoyed every single moment from Tuesday till now, having fun and all, till now. Stereotyped irritating mums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-4795530112711730654?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/4795530112711730654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=4795530112711730654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4795530112711730654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4795530112711730654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-little-time-yet-so-much-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-397429741663653990</id><published>2007-11-10T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T18:41:02.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RzV8Ru9d9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vFVvKs6byL8/s1600-h/4C1+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131143994564015506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RzV8Ru9d9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vFVvKs6byL8/s320/4C1+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss 4C1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, sometimes when you regard some people as your good friends but it turns out otherwise? You treat them really nicely but it turns out that they treat you like spare tires. It's like when they have no one else to turn to, they turn to you. Sometimes you can't help but feel like you've been taken advantage of. You can't help but start to wonder if this person / they truly treat you as a good friend too. It's not strong enough to be called betrayal, but it does make you feel as though you've been neglected in some ways, especially when sometimes, they do give you false hopes. In times like this, I can't help but start to... I'm sorry, I don't wanna continue with this. I really don't wanna feel this way, but I can't help it. Do things really seem like they are, or is it just a façade? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you do happen to read this, if you think it's referring to yourself, then it might be. I'm not mentioning names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But would you even bother? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ok, I've learnt to take things in my stride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-397429741663653990?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/397429741663653990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=397429741663653990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/397429741663653990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/397429741663653990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-4c1.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RzV8Ru9d9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vFVvKs6byL8/s72-c/4C1+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-3358038069178062034</id><published>2007-11-09T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T02:54:25.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just received a text message from my sis. Apparently she's like in the next room? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;plz pass this sms to many. 5yr baby needs AB+ blood for open heart surgery.Contact 98****** sasi rekha - GH,please don't reject. Please help her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Didn't put this thing into the quote thingy cos it's like rather screwed. Doesn't allow me to unquote it after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So anyway, what's GH? Ok, that's not the point. What's the point of sending it to so many people when that person can't prove to other people that it's true? Well, it does seem rather convincing because even the number's being passed around, but how many will actually respond to this? Naturally, many will be afraid of taking the risk of replying to this uhh, woman for fear that it's just a hoax. Or either that, they'll just treat it as a trash message and ignore it. What I don't get it is that this person stated "don't reject", but how can this person convince those who've received this message that the baby really needs the blood? Does the number actually belong to a syndicate that will pester you incessantly once they get your number when you reply to it? Point is, verify that it's true, then maybe people'll respond to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Geez, too many possibilities. Not to worry, just don't think so much about it, though there might be a possibility that there'll be this article on the newspaper that states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Woman sends SMS to many to save baby , but only 1 replied"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually there's no point in doing the newspaper part, just being random that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was supposed to Charlotte, Anna, Angela, Candice and Glynnis at Hougang Mall on Wednesday at 11am, but then, I was like 50 minutes late. Sorry RG for making yall wait. We went there to get our ears pierced. Didn't know that our school people're regular patrons to that shop in Hougang Mall for ear piercing. It's some shop called Bluez or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Headed off to town after that. That was the first time in ages I stepped into town. Felt kinda noob :/ Went to Pastamania in Cineleisure for lunch, then we took neoprints. Yea, the ah-lian in us was back. Afterwhich, Anna and Angela left for J8 while Charlotte, Candice, Glynnis and I walked around while waiting for 4:30 to arrive cos we bought the 4:30 tickets to Gameplan. That show's really nice, with the touching and heartwarming scenes. During the show, there was this girl who was sitting in the row infront of us who was like sniffing damn loudly, then when I turned to my left, Candice's face was like covered with tears and mucus. o_O We were laughing at her cos of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The show kinda made me feel rather guilty cos I don't really talk to my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were in HMV before the movie and Charlotte was so darn excited that she managed to find her Tokio Hotel album (/raises eyebrows) and so she bought it. Can't rmb what Glynnis and Candice bought. Oh yea, I bought the Hannah Montana CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NOT. Her songs are rather nice, but I'm not really a fan of hers. Her songs are so.. Disney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After the movie, Charlotte and I bought a shirt each and now, she's my debtor because she owes me moneyfor buying the shirt on credit. Haha can open Current Assets account, but then she's my only debtor so the table'll be rather empty (POA stuff by the way). Charlotte left and so, Candice, Glynnis and I walked all around Wisma, then walked to Fareast. OMG, I really admire those who go shopping almost everyday because walking all around town's not an easy task. Our feet were aching and almost breaking. Terrible, horrigible, vegetable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosh, look at the time, I'd better go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-3358038069178062034?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/3358038069178062034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=3358038069178062034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3358038069178062034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3358038069178062034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-just-received-text-message-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8348054980605595495</id><published>2007-11-06T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T02:04:17.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of 'O' Levels for lotsa people. But some of us still have paper(s) going on. Yea, it's darn stupid having to wait for exactly 1 whole week just for a paper which lasts for an hour, but it's ok.Thanks to those who tried making me jealous though, good news is I AM NOT THE LEAST JEALOUS. Don't have to think so much, there's no underlying meaning nor read-between-the-lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, Lit paper today and Macbeth was ok, uhh unseen prose was a lil crap here and there. A Sense of Belonging was like 1st question can do, then the 2nd part of the question was spent trying to decipher the exact meaning of the question and at the same time squeezing every ounce of brain juice and things suited to write on the paper. Coolio.. But as long as you've got the points there and it's somewhat well elaborated, you'll be awarded marks so I suppose it's ok luhh. Ack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, there were so many people cheering after Lit paper cos it's like their last paper. The others taking pure sciences still have papers going on yet they cheered as though they're done with their exams. Weirdd. Stood up, getting ready to leave the hall when I saw En Ci and we both shrugged our shoulders. Haha, very exciting meh? Personally I don't even have a bit of excitement in me. No the adrenal gland's not secreting any adrenaline. Still feels like the ol' boring holidays where you've absolutely nothing to do but to slack at home and waste your youth away. Whatever, gonna find a job and get busy. Ahhhh.. Money, here I come!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&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/13772957-8348054980605595495?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8348054980605595495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8348054980605595495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8348054980605595495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8348054980605595495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-marks-end-of-o-levels-for-lotsa.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-1902257662250391750</id><published>2007-11-04T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:01:54.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SS kills, does it? (rhetorical question) Anyways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Click 5, Click 5, Click 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Are they worth the brouhaha (yes, this is a word.) and the uproar caused on Stomp, and even the Sunday Times(One full page leh)? They may be the dream, the fantasy to some of the ardent fans out there but then again, dear PL-Lites, it's over. Stop pursuing this issue already. It has been like what? 2 weeks already? Some may blame that the principal's being too rigid and all, but there're always 2 sides to everything. Dirty linen's not meant to be washed in the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank goodness this issue doesn't really concern us Sec 4s, as in BB can't be like calling us back to school to address the issue to us, since it seems like most of us are either very amused by the uproar or are just annoyed with the other school mates making a mountain out of a molehill. Exams are more impt. Speaking of which, I'd better run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-1902257662250391750?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/1902257662250391750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=1902257662250391750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1902257662250391750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1902257662250391750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/11/ss-kills-does-it-rhetorical-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-6956935412228157680</id><published>2007-11-01T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:52:42.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is dead. 它驾崩了!! Haha, jia beng's used for kings so definitely not the right word to use but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Papers have been rather alright and ever since E Math paper was over I've been feeling as though 'O' levels are over. But then, that's not the case, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Accounts paper today and I think I owned the paper, NOT. Some crap here and there but I think still can get marks from here and there. A B3 PLEASE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Because of that paper, I slept from 0230-0330, then from 0630-0700. I took a nap last afternoon too. So cool. Luckily there's something called coffee or Imma dead duck. Actually many are relying on coffee. Man, we are getting old. Anws, I came back home after the paper and slept from abt 1230-0230, then got woken up for lunch, then went back to sleep again. Gosh, after 'O's, I AM GONNA SLEEP MY ASS OFF. Deprivation of sleep is not good for anyone who's still growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tmr's Bio and I still have to study for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-6956935412228157680?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/6956935412228157680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=6956935412228157680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6956935412228157680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6956935412228157680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-6079462381340562357</id><published>2007-10-28T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:54:45.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NWHATEVER I'VE JUST TYPED IS LIKE GONE! %#^%&amp;amp;#$%^#$&amp;amp;(*(&lt;a href="mailto:*%#@!$"&gt;*%#@!$&lt;/a&gt; SPAMS FULL FLEDGED VULGARITIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whatever, it was just a post, no need to flare up. But then again I did spend time to think of what to type. Ack whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all the Sec 4s out there for the rest of the papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-6079462381340562357?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/6079462381340562357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=6079462381340562357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6079462381340562357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6079462381340562357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-4635596305028766205</id><published>2007-10-25T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:43:51.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever had those times in which your future seems bleak and you dunno what to expect cause ure just that helpless?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what mum said, just get on with it and do your best. Guess it's kinda true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anws, Geog paper today was kinda ok and OMG, Mrs Wong spotted that high-tech farming might come out, and it did! Hurray for her(: Hope I'll score well for Geog though I kinda think I did screw up for the 12 marks question on tourism. Ack, whatever, just get over with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-4635596305028766205?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/4635596305028766205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=4635596305028766205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4635596305028766205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4635596305028766205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-you-ever-had-those-times-in-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-4501359830256172133</id><published>2007-10-23T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:01:48.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Be optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Are the 2 words I saw when I logged on. Ok, I will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today's the eve of the first written paper. Hope everything will turn out fine. 好的开始就是成功的一半。Please let it be that way. Gosh, haven't blogged for such a long time I don't even know what to type here now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Things happen, and they just go pass like that. No wonder time and tide wait for no man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And L, I've been doing what you've told me to do, pray. Well, at least my mind's at ease now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-4501359830256172133?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/4501359830256172133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=4501359830256172133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4501359830256172133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4501359830256172133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/10/be-optimistic-are-2-words-i-saw-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-3300452707455223237</id><published>2007-10-08T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:02:59.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All that matters right now is your actions, not spending time to think of the so-called worldly affairs, which you think is so important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another day which started out oh-so-fine because I woke up later than usual, but still managed to get to school on time, at the expense of causing Lena to almost be late for school as well. Secondly, for the mock English paper, I read the word speech too many times, countless to the extent that I may even refer myself to being a cretin, imbecile and blockhead, yet I managed to write a formal letter. Voila, masterpiece. Oh yes, see how wonderful my day started out. To make things way better, the day was rather dull, or rather, as arid as a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per contra, what really made my day was insulting Mr B together with Charlotte to the extent that we both laughed and almost spewed our saliva out at him&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;NOT&lt;br /&gt;Evil, yet fun. Let's do it again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all attain enlightenment under the whatever tree Buddha sat under. Pardon me, I am feeling random today, like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to achieve my goal for tonight, no matter what time I'll be hitting my pillow, yes I will. I have just wasted 1/2 an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-3300452707455223237?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/3300452707455223237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=3300452707455223237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3300452707455223237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3300452707455223237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-that-matters-right-now-is-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-3364551272453440007</id><published>2007-10-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:15:09.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Charlotte]: So funny, why that uncle (working in school) call that shop (in school) zha bor dian? Maybe it's because the cashier in there's a female.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Me]: Huh? He called it za huo dian la!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everyone]: OMG, zha bor dian. HAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just came back from night study in school and since I haven't updated in a while, I decided to do so. Yesterday's holiday was spent like doing what else? Can't wait to get over with S-T-U-D-Y-I-N-G, like seriously. Then I can do whatever I want, but must work first. /&lt;em&gt;Money money money, it's a rich man's world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, then today's mass science lessons were spent talking to Charlotte, then sleeping, then dreaming, then doing other school papers while whichever teacher was talking. We are good students. :/ Oh yes, I can't believe the school made us do some Reflection form for the funfair. What's up with the reflections? Sheesh, was disturbed to do teh form while 'reading' some Enid Blyton book. Haha, couldn't find any book at home due to the limited amount of books I have at home, hence I had to resort to reasding that book. The last time I actually read that book was when I was 8 I think. Gosh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, so here's the update for the funfair! The funfair which occurs once in every 4 years, just like a leap year, just like the Olympics, just like the World Cup, but this is different, it's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PL Agape Funfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!(Pardon me, I just felt like typing all those out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, so it started out the previous day, on 28th September 2007, with us modifying the class tees that Drusilla and Denise worked on, on the previous day till like 3 am. Gosh. Basically the whole class was separated into 3, namely the Art, F&amp;amp;N and POA girls to deal with the stall banner, walking billboards and the stock of the drinks respectively. No need for applause, we are just that talented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And so, on 29th Setember 2007, the funfair commenced! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJY33KNRoI/AAAAAAAAADk/fFwZGWdQryA/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116749843369117314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJY33KNRoI/AAAAAAAAADk/fFwZGWdQryA/s320/Miscellaneous+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Must take a picture of ourselves first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJaw3KNRpI/AAAAAAAAADs/BZ5R-XphY4Q/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116751922133288594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJaw3KNRpI/AAAAAAAAADs/BZ5R-XphY4Q/s320/Miscellaneous+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During assembly in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was rather funny that we still had to sttend assembly on a Saturday morning and evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJf_nKNRtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uqMssY0uwfA/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116757673094498002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJf_nKNRtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uqMssY0uwfA/s320/Miscellaneous+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJcD3KNRqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/prx7on04D9g/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116753348062430882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJcD3KNRqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/prx7on04D9g/s320/Miscellaneous+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stall banner! Actually Can one sounds rather Singlish, but we wanted it to stand for C1, as in 4C1. Able to guess what we sold? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yea, I held the record for the Rodeo game (for a while) and (almost) won the $40 MP3 player for breaking the record time (for a period of time) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, apparently I deleted the photos with Doralynn in it. Great, so anw, p&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oor Dory was dunked and she had to wear some ugly shorts cos her butt was a little exposed when she tried to come out of the water for the first time. It wasn't that bad for her. There was this girl whose panties were fully exposed. Almost everyone (including myself) who saw her panties promptly walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJdsHKNRsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JYTdGlaZhxY/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116755139063793346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJdsHKNRsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JYTdGlaZhxY/s320/Miscellaneous+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ann Na was dunked too. But apparently she already got up from the murky water in this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJc7HKNRrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BuA9qn1pD28/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116754297250203314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJc7HKNRrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BuA9qn1pD28/s320/Miscellaneous+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fairli's niece looks rather constipated here. A bit blur but nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had a 6 Faith '03 gathering but it was a pity that I didn't manage to take a picture of us since the stupid rechargable batteries which the camera runs on fell out and it was MIA. It was rather fun to gather, since we haven't seen each other in such a long time and such opportunities don't come that often. Hope we can meet again, someday. Haha, it was rather fun calling them up without even knowing if the number belonged to them or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Basically, the whole 8 hours there was spent doing shifts, walking around with drinks trying to sell them, slacking on the shifts, playing games, spending too much of the coupons on food and drinks and walking around aimlessly. But overall, it was rather good and though 4C1 didn't reach our target of $2000, which is rather infurating, &lt;a href="mailto:and#%$&amp;amp;^$%&amp;amp;^%*&amp;amp;%@&amp;amp;%^#%^@#%$#%"&gt;and #%$&amp;amp;^$%&amp;amp;^%*&amp;amp;%@&amp;amp;%^#%^@#%$#%&lt;/a&gt;@, I'm sure all of us did enjoy the process, given that it's our last year in school and we gave our all for the funfair, in terms of money, time and energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, the photos are taking such a long time to be uploaded. In the meantime, back to work! This seems to be a rather short post. Oh well, back to WORK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-3364551272453440007?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/3364551272453440007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=3364551272453440007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3364551272453440007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3364551272453440007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/10/quote-of-day-charlotte-so-funny-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RwJY33KNRoI/AAAAAAAAADk/fFwZGWdQryA/s72-c/Miscellaneous+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-5363144036212916574</id><published>2007-09-26T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:58:11.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There there, since someone requested for an update I shall do it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Humanities day(as well as 3rd day of bringing the superman pillow to school. Others must think my class is mad). I was kinda looking forward to it since I kinda place high hopes on Humanities. First up, SS. Got 35/50. Kinda happy and elated about it. Btw, screw Venice. Then came Lit. I was also holding somewhat high hopes for this subject. Turned out, I didn't do as I expected. Misinterpretation of the poem and Macbeth cost me a c5. Brilliant. Next, was Geog. I thought I could score well for that subject too, and that it'll allow me to get an A for combined humans. I scored 26.5/50. Really felt like screwing the marker(s). So, combined humans dropped to a B4. Got kinda irritated after that and the heat got into me as well since the teachers said that the electricity bill had accelrated sky high and was more than the school could afford, so they turned on the fans instead. Seriously the fans weren't even helping a single bit at all cos the hall's rather big and most of us were nucleated in the middle of the hall and the fans were like at the sides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the Baccalaureate service after that. Oh well, last chapel of our Secondary school life. It was rather alright, just that well, yea, religious differences. There was holy communion and I wanted the drink, Haha hell yea but it's kinda hypocritical. Just for that small lil cup of red wine/Ribena/grape juice and biscuit(was it even a biscuit)? No way. Anw, I've experienced Holy Communion once already but it's kinda different from the one we had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home after school to get the funfair tickets which I forgot to bring, then strolled back to school. Was rather tired already la.. Then went to Lena's house for group study session. Was fun and stupid as usual, but learnt some things as well. Oh ya. Never thought I'd say this but Millenia Instituion, here I come(maybe). Hafta buck up for 'O's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-5363144036212916574?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/5363144036212916574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=5363144036212916574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5363144036212916574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5363144036212916574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-there-since-someone-requested-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-761193392418232021</id><published>2007-09-23T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:45:38.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently, I was supposed to practice some POA by now but I'm still using the computer. I was thinking about this. Why is it that we are built so differently for example, some can do Math and treat it like popping peanuts into their mouths yet some have to struggle with that subject and probably even just manage a scrape through for exams or tests? Wow, that was a seriously long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, did I mention that I watched 881? Ok, I didn't. Watched it on Wednesday after prelims, celebrating L's birthday. It was rather hilarious to see Candice crying while Yx and I stared at each other thinking -&lt;br /&gt;"Is it really that touching?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, the movie was kinda dumb at certain parts like the laser shooting. Like what? By the way, I didn't know that Ge Tai singers have to rush to that extent just to get their stage and earn money. What hard lives they have. But it was still rather touching towards the end. Oh yea, I tried searching for the soundtracks and I managed to find them! Yay! Though most of it are like in Chinese and not sung by the Papaya sisters. There's one that I found which is sung by them though. Very nice, but I can't and don't understand Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomrrow's the first day of Prelims results being given out. I AM SO LOOKING FOWARD TO IT. / Lu bian de ya hua ni bu yao cai.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, today was and still is kinda boring since I spent my whole day doing like Bio. When I do revision for Bio, I realised that I never knew all those facts in Sec 3, which was last year. What exactly in the world have I been up to for the whole of last year?! Seriously, I didn't really bother about getting really good grades for last year's EOYs. I merely wanted to scrape thru and getting promoted was all I cared about. Oh well, guess this is the result of slacking too much and not bothering about doing well. I think I should abstain from the computer from now on though I kinda have a feeling that I will inevitably be attracted to it. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Yuxuan, if ure reading this, I'll send you the photos when I feel like it. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-761193392418232021?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/761193392418232021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=761193392418232021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/761193392418232021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/761193392418232021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/09/apparently-i-was-supposed-to-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-3293114683596740454</id><published>2007-09-21T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:00:19.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a steady person, as stated by the DISC student profiling character test. That's surprising. Well, at least I'm not all that domineering (though a lil as stated in that booklet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying can be such a drag but hell yea, I believe I can do it and I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They say the higher your hopes are, the greater your disappointment is. Not gonna indulge in that kinda thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-3293114683596740454?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/3293114683596740454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=3293114683596740454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3293114683596740454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3293114683596740454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-steady-person-as-stated-by-disc.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-5501807264581904356</id><published>2007-09-20T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:23:44.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ehh people, tag man! It's getting kinda boring. Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yesterday marked the end of Prelims. Haha, not much of happiness cos I'm kinda numbed towards exams already. /sings I've become so numb.. Speaking of which, Girlfriend's playing right now. Ewww.. Change song. Ok, better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, back to the point. After exams yesterday, since Yuxuan, Candice and I ended first we went home to change then went out to collect the cake for Lena's birthday celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RvKWvT8xPqI/AAAAAAAAADE/ikgXoD6BJNo/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112314266572111522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RvKWvT8xPqI/AAAAAAAAADE/ikgXoD6BJNo/s320/Miscellaneous+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice right?!&lt;/strong&gt; Yx and I walked all around Hougang Ave 8 just to find that freaking shop cos all we knew was that it's there, that's it. Not even teh block number. Haha, but it was rather fun trying to find that shop luhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, everything can be eaten excluding the box of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbed to AMK Hub Fish &amp;amp; Co where Charis, Vic, Angeline, Minghwee and Lena were. Boy was it funny. We asked the workers there to hide the cake for us first, then bring it out when we asked them to. When they brought out the cake, they made Lena stand on a chair which was in front of the lift since Fish &amp;amp; Co is like so near to the lift. We were all expecting them to probably sing the Birthday song for her since it's not an everyday thing and no one'll get their friend to stand on a chair in the public unless they're doing a dare or some publicity stunt. The next moment, this was what they did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RvKYmT8xPrI/AAAAAAAAADM/EYqzpPNnRkE/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112316310976544434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RvKYmT8xPrI/AAAAAAAAADM/EYqzpPNnRkE/s320/Miscellaneous+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a sparkler. Anw hor, who uses that thing during birthday celebrations man? HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they started shouting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...WHERE DO YOU GO?! FISH &amp;amp; CO! WHERE DO YOU GO?! FISH &amp;amp; CO!&lt;/blockquote&gt;/and some other rubbish, gibberish that I can't rmb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, for the whole time they were cheering for their own shop all of us were figuratively rolling on the floor and laughing our asses off. In short, it's the ROFLMAO. Hello, birthday leh, not advertising for Fish &amp;amp; Co please.. I think they make use of the opportunity to advertise. Funny people. Oh yea, it kinda left poor Lena standing there not knowing what to do. Furthermore she was on a chair in the middle of like no where with lots of people staring at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RvKaNT8xPsI/AAAAAAAAADU/PzDG3Kxy2m8/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112318080503070402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RvKaNT8xPsI/AAAAAAAAADU/PzDG3Kxy2m8/s320/Miscellaneous+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the whole time when we were having our meal, MH was being a sour grape cos all of us ordered Fish and Chips but she beign the special one ordered the coriander fish dish and OMG, it's freaking horrible! So why was she the sour grape? She added the coriander vege thing into the tartar sauce, in whatever and whoever's dish that had to be processed near her since we were passing the sauces around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RvKbFj8xPtI/AAAAAAAAADc/6yN8A9MzDMQ/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112319046870712018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RvKbFj8xPtI/AAAAAAAAADc/6yN8A9MzDMQ/s320/Miscellaneous+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice group picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked all around AMK Hub after that and we were so bored that we ended up in the fod court for 2 hours eating, talking, whatever you can think of in there. Lazy to elaborate. So we parted and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was kinda ok today with the career talk and all. It widened my vision to more choices but it still didn't help me to make a decision! I AM STILL SITTING ON THE FENCE. Wow, great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a talk by this ex-PL Lite from 1971. Woah, that's a seriously long time ago. She talked about nursing and I was kinda fighting a battle with my eyelids. Looked around and saw most of the sec 4s and 5s sleeping. Veronica and I almost wanted to point out the mistake she made in the presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*inserts her name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alumni 1971&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't alumni the plural form of alumnee? But then she's a female. She should be using alumna instead. Oh well, but it's kinda mean so we decided not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was a talk by another ex-PL Lite who was doing journalism then quit recently to become an entreprenuer. Cool lady. Plus she's kinda hot. I wonder what she did to make her skin become so much fairer though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for badminton after school. Boy was it tiring. Stamina's lagging like made now. Must have consumed too much food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh, it's like after prelims and it already feels like holiday but there's still so much mugging to do. Sheesh, guess there's no break till after 'O's. Ok, not guess. It is a fact. After 'O's holidays, HERE I COME!! WOOHOO.. &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/13772957-5501807264581904356?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/5501807264581904356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=5501807264581904356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5501807264581904356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5501807264581904356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/09/ehh-people-tag-man-its-getting-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RvKWvT8xPqI/AAAAAAAAADE/ikgXoD6BJNo/s72-c/Miscellaneous+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-3964745652105573264</id><published>2007-09-18T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T02:29:24.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LENA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Sweet 16th! Though I think you won't be reading this anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I am screwed for Prelims. Yea baby, yea. Come on humans, do your job and make me happier when your results come out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was just thinking about this. The Chinese can make it big in the entertainment circle, well, cos there are so many countries that have Chinese and thus such a big market for them to develop their uhh potential as well as for them to make it big. For Japanese and Korean singers, they make it big too though Japanese and Korean are not as internationally recognized as Chinese and yea, English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was watching this channel on cable showing all the Thai singers. They're actually really good and well, not recognized at all in other parts of the world except in Thailand of course. Ok, point is, i&lt;/span&gt;t's kinda unfair that they don't get as recognized as the Koreans and Japanese hur? Plus the piracy 'industry' in their country is booming so well I don't even think these singers even earn much or rather anything. Oh well. Too bad for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I don't think the Thais accept transvestite singers. Haha, think a woman who's really pretty and has a really va-va-voom figure. When she sings, her voice's so manly everyone just stares at her WOO.. astonished. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-3964745652105573264?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/3964745652105573264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=3964745652105573264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3964745652105573264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3964745652105573264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-lena-happy-sweet-16th.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7610743712729542621</id><published>2007-09-16T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:03:50.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yea, my biological clock's totally screwed up. Been feeling so sleepy the whole day that I wonder if I was a pig in my previous life.&lt;br /&gt;There's Accounts paper 2 tmr and in the midst of memorising the formats, I've been yawning umpteen times. I just hope that the formats and the know-how-to-do will be stuck in my head till tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's Accounts tuition was fun. D, C and I made fun of Mr Bala the whole time about him and Ms Sulky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You! 50! You! 52! And you! 55!&lt;/em&gt; Yea, sure, we'll see about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to mention about anymore since there aren't anything exciting that happened today. Alright! Back to hitting the books! SO CAN'T WAIT FOR WEDNESDAY! YEE-HAW!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7610743712729542621?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7610743712729542621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7610743712729542621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7610743712729542621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7610743712729542621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-yea-my-biological-clocks-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8110401789285784484</id><published>2007-09-15T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T03:53:50.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last update was Sept 11. I didn't even know that till I saw the dashboard. NVM.&lt;br /&gt;Today's papers were E Math Paper 2 and Bio paper 2. I don't think I've ever been so suay during exams before. I've been drinking a can of coffee every morning of this week to keep myself awake for the exams and of course today was no exception. Before entering the hall I kinda felt a little queasy on the stomach but I didn't care much about it because I shouldn't be that suay. So during Math paper I had this major stomach ache. Couldn't even think properly then it stopped after a while. Then it came for the second time and went away. AND IT CAME FOR THE THIRD TIME! This time it was like buay tahan so I asked for permission to go to the toilet and ran all the way to the toilet since I still had questions left undone. Oh yea, Moses parted the sea as well.&lt;br /&gt;During bio, I had sharp pain because of the aftermath of the stupid diarrhoea. Till now my stomach still feels sick. DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bishan Library with Charlotte to study with some other people as well. I think students really go to Bishan Library to make friends instead of studying ok. It's like there's this group of students from this school who know students of other schools from another group. Woah.. There're other groups as well just that they formed their own congregation and refused entry to other people of other schools. Some what like the elitist. Haha, which schools in Bishan that start with the letter R are treated with elitism in Singapore? Go figure it out. Best still, pupils from their sister school go all the way from Orchard to Bishan to study or chat with the pupils from their brother school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review on Wed's papers -&lt;br /&gt;Geog- Rather ok. Could answer most of the questions except for a few common sense kinda crap here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese paper 1- Ermm.. Rather alright just that I think I should have written the narrative instead of newspaper report. Gahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs-&lt;br /&gt;Chem Paper 2- Quite ok too. Could answer most of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;POA paper 1- Before chem paper. Was so sleep cos I was late for school so no time to buy coffee and yea, dozed off while thinking a couple of times. Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today- DON'T WANT TO DO REVIEW ANYMORE! I am sick of exams.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna study anymore neither do I wanna rely on coffee everyday cos of staying up late. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;So can't wait for Wed. HEEHEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I sound really schezo here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yea, some idiot just likes to boast and gloat over his already over exam. Haha, too bad. I am so not jealous. Not so nice try afterall HOHOHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8110401789285784484?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8110401789285784484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8110401789285784484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8110401789285784484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8110401789285784484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-update-was-sept-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-2540783760604636081</id><published>2007-09-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:20:57.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to slack once (more after slacking for so many times) since Geog bores me to the extent I dread studying it, but it won't do so I still have to do it no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, yesterday was the first day of Term 4. Didn't even realise that it's already Term 4 until someone mentioned about it. Haha, I think to us Sec 4s, the terms don't really matter anymore since studying for 'O's is the main crux of this cucial moment. Anw, during Assembly yesterday the SAF Drama and Music Co. went to school to perform for us accapella. There was this person who could sing really high pitch and this person who's darn pro in beatboxing. Everyone was astounded and taken aback when he performed. I mean, he can actually sing and beatbox at the same time! Multi-tasking to the max sia! So anw, I went to check on his tutorials on Youtube and woah.. Amazing. And a funny thing happened also. I wonder if she was trying to save herself from embarrassment. I'm not gonna mention it here since blogs are not that safe afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp, check out his myspace site too! &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/beatboxerstitch"&gt;www.myspace.com/beatboxerstitch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's his choir plus his beatboxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok man, time to be serious and stick to the morning thing of drinking coffee to keep myself awake. Man, caffine is harmful to our bodies and I wonder what'll happen after 'O's if I continue this way. Haha, shall see about that in 2 months time!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Urghh to the papers today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-2540783760604636081?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/2540783760604636081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=2540783760604636081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2540783760604636081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2540783760604636081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/09/decided-to-slack-once-more-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-5427703631930470200</id><published>2007-09-10T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:39:52.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, since Yx told/requested me for an update, I shall do a brief one. (Whenever I say mention I wanna do a brief one it always turns out kinda long) So anw, here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole of the Sept holidays was spent in BK in Compass point with Yx and Lena and everyday we'd just order something like a cup of coffee in the morning to last us for the whole time we're there so it'll give an excuse for the BK workers to not throw us out. HAHAHA I like studying with them. Fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anws, today's paper was Lit and I THINK I MIGHT be able to score a decent grade for it but then, Lit's always kinda unpredictable since different people have different points of view.Oh yea, I was kinda freaking out before the exam cos I feel so unprepared for the whole of the Prelims. I just hate feeling unprepared when I step into the examination hall and know that I'm gonna fail it. That's a really negative feeling of knowing that somehow ure doing a paper just to fail it. But Paper 1 kinda pulled up my confidence a lil for some reason, hence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to heartland mall after school with Yx since she wanted me to follow her to change the battery for her calculator. Had lunch, crapped a lot, went home to sleep for a while since I was kinda zonked out, went for Math tuition and here I am. Sheesh, I'd better stop here alr and this is more than just a brief post!! All the best to everyone for E Math and killer SS paper tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Yx, are you happy now? This post is almost all abt you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-5427703631930470200?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/5427703631930470200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=5427703631930470200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5427703631930470200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5427703631930470200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok-since-yx-toldrequested-me-for-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-2890242301212960927</id><published>2007-09-05T03:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T03:47:49.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And 245 became 345. I see 333 everyday; is it an ill omen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am gonna speed up on revision. Time and tide wait for no man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-2890242301212960927?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/2890242301212960927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=2890242301212960927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2890242301212960927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2890242301212960927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-245-became-345.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-681536152495437349</id><published>2007-09-04T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:09:10.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 more days to Prelims, 51 more days to 'O' levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WO HEN PA.... But I think I should believe in myself. YOU CAN DO IT, SY!! Alright, stop slacking and go do your work! Yes Mdm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, studying makes me half schezophrenic. At least I'm one who admits that I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-681536152495437349?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/681536152495437349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=681536152495437349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/681536152495437349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/681536152495437349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/09/7-more-days-to-prelims-51-more-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-4424094644413745512</id><published>2007-09-02T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:06:40.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday was teacher's day and I'm sure it was the best one most of us experienced in Sec school. And I've to admit, my batch rocks man. The performances by 4A1, A2, A3 and B2 were like WOAH.. esp for A1 with the power of the English language. And Charis Pek was so cute! Too bad I didn't bring my camera. Good job on the choreography on the dances! Haha, my class couldn't even be bothered to perform, yea, that's the reputation of 4C1. Oh well, at least we keep up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around in school after getting separated with the rest of my classmates with Lala and PFL. Saw many seniors and there was this particular senior whom we saw who, not say changed a lot in her appearance but it was rather sad that she didn't even bother acknowledgind our presence. Not like we did, but it was rather awkward for us to go over since she was with her friends and we didn't even know any of them. Oh well, kinda sad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ddi I mention this? Ms Kok won 2 awards and Friday was the first time I saw 4C1 so united to cheer for her and saying 'WE LOVE YOU MS KOK!' amidst the cacophony and people yakking so loudly when their friends are just beside them. Ok la, it was only a few of us. Had a class party for her after that and it turned out rather well. I guess Ms Kok's not that bad afterall, only when she's not showing the fiery and infernal side of her. That's the worse scenario that can ever happen and trust me, no one'll ever wanna experience that HAHA. She seemed like she was gonna cry any moment. And I think I'm sucha nice friend for helping Charlotte to bring back 1 sandwich out of the so many leftover home. Thank me C! LOL. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, for the first time out of the many times I went for POA tuition, there was this sense of accomplishment cos I managed to do the Trading Profit and Loss account mostly by myself. I can normally rmb the format then end up screwing it up. And to think it's one of the easiest accounts to do. Geez, nvm la at least it's a small accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH haven't finish the teachers' day presents yet! Ok I want to go sleep now! It's 0333. I heard that at this time, DO NOT LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR or you'll see yourself or something in the mirror then yea, figure the rest out by yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-4424094644413745512?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/4424094644413745512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=4424094644413745512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4424094644413745512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4424094644413745512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/09/friday-was-teachers-im-sure-it-was-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7936480412173593555</id><published>2007-08-28T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T02:54:57.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I looked at the Primary school kids playing around whilst waiting for time to tick by during English Prelim Paper 2 today, I thought of this scene which I saw in NTUC at AMK hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lena and I were looking for drinks at the drinks section (duhh..) and there was this woman, apparently a worker from NTUC who was stacking up the drinks from the carton boxes onto the shelves. She was briefly interrupted by the lady, who seemed like she was in her late 40s or early 50s. This is how the conversation went- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L- Excuse me...&lt;br /&gt;W- Yes? /not even looking at her and continues to shelve the bottles&lt;br /&gt;L- Does NTUC need anymore workers to help shelve items?&lt;br /&gt;W- /Curtly. No.&lt;br /&gt;L- Ok, thank you. /Then walks away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she was kinda disappointed and I so badly wanted to smack/hit/punch/kick that worker from NTUC. Come on, the least she could do was to put down her load, talk to the lady by actually &lt;strong&gt;facing her&lt;/strong&gt;. And if she was that helpful, she'd approach the manager to even ask if there was a job vacancy for the lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so evident that the lady is in financial difficulty, hence needing the job. Otherwise, why would anyone want to take up a low paying job if not for the dire situation he/she is in? Like what my mum told me, if one is desperate, he/she'll do anything. I believe that the lady badly wanted a job to support whatever debt or person. This just shows how self-centred people can be these days. The grown-ups often talk about how youngsters these days just care for themselves. What about this grown-up woman here? She is one good evidence of contradiction. People often talk about the mistakes that others make, but are they themselves perfect? NO. No one in this world is perfect, no one will ever be. I know I am not perfect myself, but I'm just upset about the way that NTUC worker behaved. I mean, sure, her work is important, but she should also have the basic courtesy to even face that lady when she approached her, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you were the worker and someone approached you asking you if there was a job vacancy for him/her, well knowing that the person needs a job badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'd put down my work and find for my manager to help the person. Ok, I may seem rather ostentatious here, but it's exactly what I'd do. Everyone has a conscience, at least I think so. If one day, when you think about yourself not helping someone in need when you were well and available, would you be able to live with the guilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no state to write anymore, I'm tired. Pardon the grammatical errors and brief story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7936480412173593555?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7936480412173593555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7936480412173593555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7936480412173593555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7936480412173593555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-i-looked-at-primary-school-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-5710867876684789142</id><published>2007-08-26T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:41:41.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since Jolene wants me to blog, I shall do a short one. It's kinda boring, cos she's the only one who tags and I only get to reply her tag. 1 AND ONLY! Sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mum's been feeding me with the really nutritional and *coughs*lethal*laughs things. Haha, kidding. They're things like ginseng drinks, chicken essence and the Centrum vitamin tablets. Good things, but they taste really&lt;strong&gt; URGHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;. No wonder there's the saying which goes &lt;strong&gt;Bitter medicine are good for you&lt;/strong&gt;. Btw, is shit acidic or alkaline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update: 15 DAYS TO PRELIMS AND 59 DAYS TO 'O' LEVELS!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGoose! Time to pull up my socks! Oh, no pun intended with my name. This is just a saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it's not even 10 and I'm shagged out. Wanna sleeppppppppppppppp but I still have to learn the different kinds of formats for the stupid letter writing for the Preliminary English Examination which commences tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it has come to my attention that I am really a noob. It could also be that I am lagging. Since when was there an icon for adding videos beside the icon for adding pictures? /gives quizzical look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-5710867876684789142?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/5710867876684789142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=5710867876684789142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5710867876684789142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5710867876684789142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/08/since-jolene-wants-me-to-blog-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-3676648237693466899</id><published>2007-08-18T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:59:04.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After so many days, I'm finally in a really good mood. Haha, must really exercise more often since it really does help in changing moods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benefits of exercising &lt;br /&gt;- Prevents coronary and cardiovascular heart diseases.&lt;br /&gt;- Helps to tone your muscles&lt;br /&gt;- Helps to relax stiffen muscles&lt;br /&gt;- Secretes some hormones which will make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;(Haha, from what I know that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel rather accomplished today and more hopeful of the future.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'd better continue from where I left off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-3676648237693466899?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/3676648237693466899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=3676648237693466899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3676648237693466899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3676648237693466899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-so-many-days-im-finally-in-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7385724607489798701</id><published>2007-08-17T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T02:22:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's way past midnight, and and I just felt like doing this. Yes, I am random and IMPREGNABLE!! Ok, I'd better hurry cos there's a sudden urge to lactate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.(the person who tagged you is ...)&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte who's also Charloi!&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with him/her is ...)&lt;br /&gt;Ehh.. Let's see. She's a good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;3.(5 impressions you have of him/her ..)&lt;br /&gt;Smart, can get crazy and worked up at times, friendly, helpful and nice&lt;br /&gt;4.(the most memorable thing he/she has done for you)&lt;br /&gt;Calling me geok bee all the time.&lt;br /&gt;5.(the most memorable words he/she has said to you)&lt;br /&gt;GEOK BEE!&lt;br /&gt;6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will..)&lt;br /&gt;Ditch her! HAHAHA! Of course I won't but I really dunno what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)&lt;br /&gt;Her emo-ness. Haha, yes Char, you can get rather emo at times.&lt;br /&gt;8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will...)&lt;br /&gt;Gorge out her eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;9.(if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be ...)&lt;br /&gt;She exercises more than I do. HAHA what a stupid reason, of course not.&lt;br /&gt;10.(the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is ...)&lt;br /&gt;Stroke her thighs. OMG. Uhh.. Study POA with her will be much better.&lt;br /&gt;11.(your overall impression of him/her is ...)&lt;br /&gt;An amiable person.&lt;br /&gt;12.(how you think people around you will feel about you)&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I stone too much.&lt;br /&gt;13.(the characteristic you love about yourself is ...)&lt;br /&gt;I can be very random.&lt;br /&gt;14.(on the contrary, the characteristic you hate about yourself is ...)&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating too much&lt;br /&gt;15.(the most ideal person you want to be is ...)&lt;br /&gt;ME MYSELF AND I&lt;br /&gt;16.(for people that care and like you, say something to them ..)&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;17.(pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you)&lt;br /&gt;(TRY NOT TO PEEP AT THE QUESTION BELOW BEFORE WRITING DOWN THE NAME..)&lt;br /&gt;1) back to you, Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;2) Jolene&lt;br /&gt;3) Candice&lt;br /&gt;4) Glynnis&lt;br /&gt;5) Anna&lt;br /&gt;6) Yuxuan&lt;br /&gt;7) Renaa Bhai&lt;br /&gt;8) Angela&lt;br /&gt;9) Fairli&lt;br /&gt;10) Darie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(who is no.6 having relationship with?)&lt;br /&gt;Ehh.. She's obssessed with herself. HAHA. I dunno actually.&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.9 a male or female?)&lt;br /&gt;Female&lt;br /&gt;(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?)&lt;br /&gt;OMGoose, total mismatch.&lt;br /&gt;(How about no.8 and 5?)&lt;br /&gt;They're always together!&lt;br /&gt;(What is no.2 studying about?)&lt;br /&gt;Probably Math and is already sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;(When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?)&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;(What kind of music band does no.8 like?)&lt;br /&gt;Cheena ones.&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 has any siblings?)&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;(Will you woo no.3?)&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;(How about no.7?)&lt;br /&gt;We are supposedly attached already, I think&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.4 single?)&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;(What's the surname of no.5?)&lt;br /&gt;Tan&lt;br /&gt;(What's the name of no.10?)&lt;br /&gt;Darie&lt;br /&gt;(What's the hobby of no.4?)&lt;br /&gt;Being an ah lian!!&lt;br /&gt;(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?)&lt;br /&gt;Ehh. They hardly even know each other&lt;br /&gt;(Where is no.2 studying at?)&lt;br /&gt;The same school as mine.&lt;br /&gt;(Say something casual about no.1)&lt;br /&gt;Cool, yo!&lt;br /&gt;(Have you try developing feelings for no.8?)&lt;br /&gt;OMG, no.&lt;br /&gt;(Where does no.9 live?)&lt;br /&gt;Near school&lt;br /&gt;(What color does no.4 like?)&lt;br /&gt;Purple&lt;br /&gt;(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?)&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nope.&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.7 like no.2?)&lt;br /&gt;What the heck! They don't even know each other!&lt;br /&gt;(How did you get to know no.2?)&lt;br /&gt;Through band&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 have any pets?)&lt;br /&gt;Hamster? Unless she murdered them&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?)&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, well I wouldn't say she's sexy. HAHA! She's really 'developed' though, Geddit? :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7385724607489798701?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7385724607489798701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7385724607489798701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7385724607489798701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7385724607489798701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-way-past-midnight-and-and-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-5366616144919442376</id><published>2007-08-15T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:42:41.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I'm waiting for the stupid things to finish photocopying, I decided to blog. Actually, I'm doing it manually cos it's a scanner? OMG, it's such a heavy job on my printer ink. Hope mum doesn't discover that I'm the one who used up all the ink or I'm dead. HAHA. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been so draining and I realised that it doesn't really matter if it's day or night - I'm equally sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;There's 'O' Level English oral on Monday and I'm rather nervous for it cos I really don't like argumentative stuff and there's an argumentative topic on oral? WTH. I'm not really good in argumentative stuff and this is not being modest, just being diffident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, there was geog test today and I think I MIGHT pass. Haha, it doesn't really matter if I pass or not since it's just a test and I forgot in an instance whatever I studied? Yea, what a bummer. Was just carpping my way thru and at least I think my crap makes sense. Had lunch with Pek after school and I think I should just let my results decide for me on whether I should go to a JC or Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, sorry Charlotte, I think I'll do that quiz another day. Juat realised that I've to wake up at abt 6 later on cos the Zao An Nin Hao crew's going to school to interview mostly the 10 selected people on the topic- What views do you have on students working and schooling at the same time? Somewhere along that line. Shit man, the worse thing is that we've to reach school at 6.20 and I don't even wake up till 6.55!! PLEASE! I REALLY DON'T WANNA BE INTERVIEWED! Omg, the teachers said that the reporter's gonna pass the mic around. Oh gosh. To make things worse, the programme's screened LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msged my tuition teacher about it since he always mentions about how fake the students are and they definitely followed some script.&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Rmb to watch Zao An nin Hao cos they're going to my school and I'll most likely be appearing on TV. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Him - Finally. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice, and what's that supposed to mean? Wow, I've just realised that I've typed quite a long post. And I'm still not done with the photocopying. Stupid book, why must you go missing at a time like this? You've spoiled my plans on doing Math today. KNS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-5366616144919442376?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/5366616144919442376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=5366616144919442376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5366616144919442376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5366616144919442376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/08/since-im-waiting-for-stupid-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-5711461634420726063</id><published>2007-08-10T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T19:05:23.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was forum-ming and came upon this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKNOW: A 14-year-old Dalit boy, born and brought up in a remote village of western Uttar Pradesh, has suddenly turned angrez . Rajesh, without any evident help, has started speaking fluently in English and does so with a proper American drawl. And that’s not all: He seems to have forgotten how to speak Hindi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonders do not cease with this: His knowledge of physics and mathematics has left engineering students baffled. Having already penned three books, Rajesh is now looking forward to some research work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this may sound like a Bollywood script on one of its favourite themes, reincarnation. However, Rajesh, a resident of a nondescript village 40 km from Saharanpur, refuses to call it so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his words: "There is no concept of reincarnation. It is just that memory can’t be destroyed till there are sound waves in the world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the area of science that interests Rajesh the most. "He has already written three documents, one on memory, the other on sociology and the third on liberalisation," said an excited Shishu Pal Singh Verma, principal of Willian Jefferson Clinton Science and Technology Centre, where Rajesh was enrolled last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did not take him seriously for a few months but on Republic Day, while the students were reciting poetry before the entire college, Rajesh took the mike and addressed the gathering in fluent English. This left us almost shell-shocked," says Shishu Pal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajesh’s mother Omkali and 16-year-old brother Kaluwa are daily wage labourers who earn just enough to manage two square meals a day. His father Sompal is mentally-challenged. Asked how and when these changes came into Rajesh, Omkali said that it happened almost a year ago when Rajesh was helping Kaluwa erect a wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every time the brothers brought the wall up to two feet, their father would smash it. Irritated, Rajesh threw a brick at him who was hit in the head and began to bleed.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This left Rajesh dumbfounded. "For the next three months, he did not utter a single word. When he did, it was not in Hindi," said Jamal, a resident of Saharanpur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crux of the article - we should all get hit with objects everyday to be smarter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-5711461634420726063?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/5711461634420726063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=5711461634420726063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5711461634420726063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5711461634420726063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/08/was-forum-ming-and-came-upon-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-2461638578627441687</id><published>2007-08-10T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:29:49.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though National day has passed approximately 21 minutes ago, I wanna wish her a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! &lt;/strong&gt; I'm kinda glad to be born in this first world country. I am glad that Singapore's a prosperous and vibrant country, where we get to enjoy the peace and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no place I'd rather be, and you'll always be a part of me...&lt;br /&gt;And this is where my family, and my friends grew up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RrtAOy0ygRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j_v4Sk8xRGo/s1600-h/FLYPAST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RrtAOy0ygRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j_v4Sk8xRGo/s320/FLYPAST.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096738026205380882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it's the day to show off Singapore's strong forces and weapons, as a sign to the neighbouring countries to not 'play' with Singapore - this is how strong we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-2461638578627441687?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/2461638578627441687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=2461638578627441687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2461638578627441687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2461638578627441687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/08/though-national-day-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RrtAOy0ygRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j_v4Sk8xRGo/s72-c/FLYPAST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-6618687887177717482</id><published>2007-08-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:10:08.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was simply a waste of time and I have to admit that school was such a drag that it was seriously not worth going for. The only 3 lessons for today were English, POA and Geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs B went thru some stuff about oral which is coming up real soon (OMG!) and I couldn't help but fall asleep. It wasn't that I found the lesson boring, but due to the fact that I only had 3 hours of sleep the night/morning before (since it's past 12 AM). Haha, and I tried to bluff my way about what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - /while I was sitting up straight and sleeping. SY! Are you sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;Me - /Wakes up due to the *laughs*cacophony*coughs* then stares into blank space. No, I was thinking about the question while closing my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;B - But you look very sleepy. Are you ok? Do you need to wash your face?&lt;br /&gt;Me - /Looks up at her. No, I'm fine. (Yea right..)&lt;br /&gt;/And struggles to keep awake thru out the whole lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs T was absent from POA, so 3 free periods spent in the library doing Chem with the others reading the cookbook for cakes. OMG, those cakes are the most beautiful cakes I've ever seen! The bakers are creative and innovative about the way they strive to be ahead of others in the cake baking industry (think SS for KBE).&lt;br /&gt;Then Mrs W took up 1 3/4 of the lesson to allow another class to do their test. o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think shopping with Anna is so fun. We went to shop for Angela's and Glynnis' presents and boy was it the highlight of the day. Seems like everytime there's something you wanna buy, you seem to be broke. And when ure loaded, there's nothing that catches your fancy. What an irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-6618687887177717482?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/6618687887177717482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=6618687887177717482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6618687887177717482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6618687887177717482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-simply-waste-of-time-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-1590063799865557745</id><published>2007-08-07T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:21:58.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before starting on another yet /yawn*revision, I decided to do a short post. Well, the PRCs came to school today and the name of their school's kinda funny. Jian Gong Middle School, and in Chinese, it's Jian(4) Gong(1) Zhong(1) Xue(2). HAHAHA! OMG, get the joke? Then the rest of us were joking about them calling Xiao(1) Xue(2) small school. Then if it's a university which is Da Xue, it'll be big school and the students there'll be called big student.&lt;br /&gt;Funny man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the classes are all banded and stuff, there were some of the students in some of the classes today. I wanted to act out this scene while walking pass a few Chinese students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"xiang gong, deng deng wo ya!" /Runs towards the husband in slow mo.&lt;br /&gt;"Niang zi, ni fang xin, wo zai zhe! Zan men yi kuai-er zou ba!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, no one wanted to do it with me. But nah.. It's kinda mean anw so yea. Might get into trouble some discrimination or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I was the only one in the Chinese frenzy. B and I were really curious to know how the students read English during the group oral discussion during English, but they were just too far away for us to hear them. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a zuo wen test during Chinese lesson. Did 1/2 of the compo and I realised that 3rd preson narrative's not gonna work out for me, and it's kinda hard to write it in that style given that I've not been doing that for ages. Finished it up and went for the Colours Award rehearsal. Whatever, as usual they kinda wasted our time by hearing them rehearse the songs over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should prolly go off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-1590063799865557745?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/1590063799865557745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=1590063799865557745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1590063799865557745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1590063799865557745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/08/before-starting-on-another-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-1820584939723822925</id><published>2007-08-05T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:35:28.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One full day of studying. Hope it'll turn out to be very productive in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jeanette and Jingxuan for making my day yesterday. I wish my life could be as innocent and colourful as theirs. Then again, they'll soon realise that what they're experiencing now will not last forever because this world is full of ironies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-1820584939723822925?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/1820584939723822925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=1820584939723822925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1820584939723822925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1820584939723822925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-full-day-of-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-6836806405263350131</id><published>2007-08-03T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T02:07:28.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep thinking that it's only 11+ now cos I slept for quite some time earlier on due to the fact that I was completely shagged out. Attempted to get up but I realised that like that advert which that guy had the rusty gears and couldn't get up, I couldn't get up to. As the saying goes- 'If you can't beat them, join them.' In this case, it should be 'If you can't beat your sleep, continue sleeping.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marked the day that 4c1 took the last class photo together. It's rather sad isn't it? Ms K made the class comm sit in the front row and OMG, it was the first time sitting in the front row. So uncomfortable please! Had to sit properly, close our legs, put our left hand over our right hand on our thighs. GRRR. I'm so used to standing at the back row. HAHAH! I mean seriously, ever since Primary 1, I've never sat in the front row before. Till today.  We managed to trick Candice into doing her well-known-for pose(wo hu cang long - crouching tiger hidden dragon) for the fun shot and she thought that we'd be doing some ah-lian pose. Turned out, we all posed for the photo looking disgusted by her. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;Had the Colours Award rehearsal today and yea, BLAH!! Was so sleepy the whole time. Boring manzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! During LIFE lesson on Wed, we watched this video called The Law of Attraction. It simply means that whatever you think of will be attracted to you. Let's say you don't wanna meet so-and-so today and you keep thinking of it, it'll happen to you eventually and so, the crux is that you've to remain positive and keep thinking of the good things which you want to happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;First, you've to think of what you want, then visualize it in your mind and believe in it. It'll come true, of course, with work put in as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this footage whereby this girl wanted a bike so badly, she drew a bike everywhere, kept thinking of it, visualizing herself riding the bike and believing that she'd get it one day. True enough, one day when she opened the door of her house, her grandpa was standing there with a bike. &lt;br /&gt;Then I was telling Charlotte this - Come on, if you want a bike you've got to work for the money to buy it. It's not as if it'll drop down from the sky. This is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;And she told me that I'm really pragmatic Haha, which I think I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the lesson, Glynnis said - "I want to find a 50 dollar note on the floor. I am visualizing it in my mind and I believe that I will find it."&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Ok, I want to find a thousand dollar note and I am visualizing it in my mind. I believe that I'll find it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, while rushing back to class for Math lesson, I kicked something and it &lt;strong&gt;turned out to be a 10 cents coin&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! OMG!! HAHAHAA. But then hor, $1000 and 10 cents is like a vast difference of $999.90 Anyway, this shows something. I should believe in it (or rather things that I want) firmly. Though all I found was just a 10 cents coin, I'm kinda nearing my goal. So, all hail to the firm believers of picking money from the floor. I shall visualize myself picking up 10 bucks tomorrow, and I believe that I will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok man. That was totally random. But I'm in serious need of cash. Oh wells. ,롥랴쇼홀호로롷로홓허러 I have absolutely no idea what I was typing but I thought it was rather fun to randomly press the keys for these Hangul characters to come out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-6836806405263350131?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/6836806405263350131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=6836806405263350131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6836806405263350131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6836806405263350131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-keep-thinking-that-its-only-11-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7323267527169935325</id><published>2007-08-01T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T02:47:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been sleeping at unearthly hours, so being awake at this time doesn't seem to make much of a difference. Still, I decided to blog after disappearing from the computer world for days. Oh, I managed not to use the computer ytd and studied for the POA test instead, after 2 futile attempts on keeping myself awake. Really hope that I can pass though.. The 1st qns took me eons to complete cause I realised that I kept making mistakes- forgetting to add the drawings into the Current account then having to change all the balancing figures from this account to that account. Oh well. By the way, I'm a complete goner for the Geog test. Didn't even bother revising for it. Ok, just minimal revsion actually, minutes before the test. I put this part into my notebook - Please note that gradients are always in the form of ratios. Thank you. (Haha, sounds like a stupid kind of sentence for myself) and it can actually slip off my mind despite reading that line during that 'minimal revision'. /Pats my own back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawhawhaw, since sis' sleeping and she left her laptop on, I can use it without going nextdoor to use the desktop. Ok, this is so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week' been so hectic that I'm on the verge of sleeping for every lesson, which connotates that I should end this entry soon and &lt;strong&gt;GET SOME SLEEP&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;Ok, I do fall asleep during some lessons. Greatttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jogging earlier on and I think I should keep up with the healthy lifestyle in order to get a smaller size for prom dress. Haha! Can't believe that I'm going for it. Note to self: have to pay up for prom soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I went to this person's blog earlier on and every post is filled with words that I didn't uncderstand that I decided to check up the dictionary for the meanings since I've to improve on my English. This is awesome, now I can enjoy English whilst reading the blog posts. Gosh, I sound really geeky. But for the sake of an A1 for English, I guess being a geek/dork's fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7323267527169935325?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7323267527169935325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7323267527169935325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7323267527169935325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7323267527169935325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-sleeping-at-unearthly-hours-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7743213898837391894</id><published>2007-07-26T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T02:11:36.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Managed to not let myself touch the computer ytd, and I did it. Wanted to continue doing it today, but since I had to use it to do some touch up on the Lit assignment, argh! My effort's wasted. Oh well, at least I did get to chat with Celeste online. It was nice chatting with her after so long and I kinda miss her. Wonder how she is. Gosh, I haven't met her for almost 10 months! Time passes so fast hur? Come to think of it, time really passes like a breeze in secondary school. It's like poof, and here I am, already 16 years old, taking the major 'O's in 91 days time. Can't help it but feel kinda stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's one thing that kinda made me happy though - receiving the colours award! woohoo.. After like 3+ years sitting in the hall for every National Day celebration watching people collect, I can finally get 1, though it's just a merit, but still, better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 0205 now and I'm still awake. Can predict my sleeping time to become later and later, till there's no need to sleep and I'll have to go to school already.&lt;br /&gt;Heard the band having sectionals yesterday and I really had the urge to join my section for sectionals. I miss the band so much. Then again, once you've left, it's really awkward to join them again cos you'll be seen as one of the extras. Seen that happen many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the workload can really get into my head. Can't believe this is actually the life of a sec 4. It's so pathetic and the only luxury most of us can enjoy is sleeping. But after waking up, reality hits you again, and then you realise that you've still got loads to do. Never ending work. CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO BE OVER!! O-V-E-R!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You shithead, thanks for pissing me off damn badly.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Damn you!' cried Marian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7743213898837391894?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7743213898837391894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7743213898837391894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7743213898837391894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7743213898837391894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/07/managed-to-not-let-myself-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8627906942894823582</id><published>2007-07-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:15:50.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I'm done using sis'laptop do find the meanings 30 words from the worksheet Mrs B gave I decided to do a short update. Those 30 meainings took me sucha long time to complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, read around from blogs and they said that the sch's gonna conduct a search for pupils' blogs or friendster accounts that defame the school or teachers. o_O??? Whatever, so there'll definitely be some changes here. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8627906942894823582?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8627906942894823582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8627906942894823582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8627906942894823582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8627906942894823582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/07/since-im-done-using-sislaptop-do-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-786398270428877650</id><published>2007-07-17T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:10:37.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to and want to sleep so badly. Accounts lessons always make me so sleepy that I seriously can't be bothered to pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna drop everything and slack all day, but sadly, this is only the beginning of intensive revision. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm typing faster than usual cos mum's so gonna nag at me if she sees me here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-786398270428877650?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/786398270428877650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=786398270428877650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/786398270428877650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/786398270428877650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-to-and-want-to-sleep-so-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-5940075280834077151</id><published>2007-07-14T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:15:37.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clique outing yesterday was fun. So apparently, there's an ah lian (Glynnis), a bimbo (Angela), an ah beng (Candice) and 2 'in the middle' kind (Anna and I) in this group of ours. &lt;br /&gt;Went to Swensens at PS. We tried singing the birthday sing for Anna. Since she didn't want a cake, we used all the cups, cans, salt shaker, flaked chilli shaker, and cheese shaker and there were actually 16 items in total! Coolio..&lt;br /&gt;It was so darn embarrassing 'cos the other tables were singing the Happy Birthday song for their friends with real cakes and we resorted to doing that. In the end, everyone started to join in with us, singing the birthday song for Anna. We even had a complimentary cake after the manager passed by and heard us singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NOT THE TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the arcade after that and took neoprints. OMG, it's been a seriously long time since we took neoprints. We look rather stupid in some neoprints but isn't that the fun of taking neoprints? I don't like looking at neoprints which has the same ol' people smiling sweetly looking oh-so-glam but then very boring that the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played games after that and I have to admit I am a failure at tempo games. Better stick to street fighter. I think I can fight better than doing the tempo ones. So much for being in the school band. But then hor, at least I'm better than the bimbo Angela who doesn't even have any tempo sense. Candice the ah beng and Glynnis the ah lian played the DDR and being the noob at first, Candice couldn't make it. But after subsequent attempts, it was evident that she had the makings of an ah lian. Keep up the good work, Candice! Meanwhile, Anna was at the tempo-button-whatever-you-call-that-game-machine playing and boy is she good. Played the basketball game and, then the percussion freak game then we went to Macs, and then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2jam downloading in process. Tried downlaoding so many times last night and earlier on but then I just can't find it after the so-called-download was over. Ahhh... Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to spend more quality time alone with Mr B today 'cos Doralynn finally went down for tuition. And for the dunno how many time, I overslept for tuition again, but D was even worse. So completely shagged out from last night.&lt;br /&gt;I'd betetr start on my heavy workload later. Off to jog now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-5940075280834077151?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/5940075280834077151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=5940075280834077151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5940075280834077151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5940075280834077151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/07/clique-outing-yesterday-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7041789835455606026</id><published>2007-07-12T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:18:29.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gahhhh. Can't type fast when my hands are freezing. Just came out from an iceberg which is my room. What a way to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been rather hectic and tiring, having to rush out some work and stuff. My average sleeping hours have been changed to 4-5 hours a day. Is that a lot or very little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after taking a lil short nap earlier on from 9.30-10.30 I tried to complete the CHIJ Katong Convent paper2. I hate it when Math brings out the stupidity in me. No wonder Math was never my favourite subject. Can't complete the paper because I don't have graph paper =.=&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to do POA but then I'm kinda stuck because of 1 sentence. Gahhhhhh.. Shall continue it tmr when I manage to find out what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Friday! Woohooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7041789835455606026?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7041789835455606026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7041789835455606026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7041789835455606026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7041789835455606026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/07/gahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-437706244871904828</id><published>2007-07-07T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:02:55.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing much to rant about today. Yea, gonna study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a question though, do people actually treat their blogs as a diary or something which they type for the mass?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-437706244871904828?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/437706244871904828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=437706244871904828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/437706244871904828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/437706244871904828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-nothing-much-to-rant-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-5124029730110142698</id><published>2007-07-05T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:38:07.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I learnt something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KINDNESS DOESN'T ALWAYS BEGET KINDNESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I mind it a lot, but then why am I so sway? &lt;br /&gt;Here goes what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking back to class innocently, sleepily, and minding my own business at the same time(pro right, I can multi-task). Just then, I saw big bird standning near to me so I decided to greet her. I mean, if I just walk pass her without greeting her, it seems rather rude. Without even responding to my greeting, she called me towards her (How nice. to think they even mention about the Respect in GRACE all the time). At that instance, I knew that she was gonna talk about my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada yada.. She asked me if I knew what the correct proportion of the uniform is. I knew, but I couldn't really say anything so I just mumbled - longer (it made me seem like an idiot). Asked me about other things (gosh, it's making my blood boil even more now). Asked about beachball(RB's changed to BB cos all balls are round with the exception of Rugby balls) and whether she mentioned anything about my uniform before. Well, apparently even Beachball didn't even say anything about it. She even asked me when I could get it fixed according to the correct proportion. To which, I stupidly said tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, whatever. There're so many people in sch whose uniforms aren't according to the &lt;strong&gt;correct proportion&lt;/strong&gt; but they didn't get caught, cos they didn't greet her that's why! I've learnt that I should really mind my own business cos it seriously doesn't pay to greet her. The best thing to do is to run away from her as far as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a statement made by this person who kidna made my day. She's the person whom I kinda don't really expect praises from and I admit, I used to dislike her so much, but it seems like she's changed since the term started. While I was complainig to V, B and G about what happened earlier, she walked pass us and said - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very proud of SY because she managed to balance the equation yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I was so happy! This person is none other than Mrs R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/digress&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I can't stop coughing and it's really bad. Coughing fits suck and having cough sucks even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/back to topic&lt;br /&gt;So, anyhow, Thanks Mrs R. Not as if she's gonna read this anyway but who knows, maybe at this moment there's this teacher whom you least expect to read blogs reading your blog right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-5124029730110142698?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/5124029730110142698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=5124029730110142698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5124029730110142698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5124029730110142698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-learnt-something-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-261373593689996055</id><published>2007-07-03T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:42:47.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my voice is so darn sexy. It was even sexier this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, seems like I can always get time out to blog hur. This is not a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Charlotte's blog. I thought it's kinda fun to do this, so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Beer:&lt;br /&gt;Don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Food:&lt;br /&gt;food glorious food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;I think they're kinda troublesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your CRUSH:&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Power Rangers:&lt;br /&gt;Are losers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Life:&lt;br /&gt;is just so ironic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She missed out 7 and 8!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The President:&lt;br /&gt;Is old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Yummy:&lt;br /&gt;food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Cars:&lt;br /&gt;AUDI!! My dream car brand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Movie:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch 1 soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Halloween:&lt;br /&gt;seems fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed out 14 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Religion:&lt;br /&gt;gahhh (can't think os anything to type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Myspace:&lt;br /&gt;don't have it either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Fear:&lt;br /&gt;clinophobia- the fear of sleeping =.= so dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Marriage:&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Blondes:&lt;br /&gt;can be hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Slippers:&lt;br /&gt;are love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Shoes:&lt;br /&gt;are nice to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Asians:&lt;br /&gt;are shocking (shocking asians)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Pass time: &lt;br /&gt;slacking and wasting time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. One night stands&lt;br /&gt;stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Cell phone&lt;br /&gt;can't live without it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed out 26 too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Smoke:&lt;br /&gt;causes lung cancer and is even worse for passive smokers, so basically, smokers should just go to hell for ruining other people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Fantasy:&lt;br /&gt;have loads of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. College:&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to go to NP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Highschool life:&lt;br /&gt;Too over rated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Pyjamas :&lt;br /&gt;HAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Stars:&lt;br /&gt;are miserable in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Fitness centre:&lt;br /&gt;are gyms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Alcohol:&lt;br /&gt;causes hardening of the liver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed out 35 and 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Money:&lt;br /&gt;never enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Heartache:&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Time&lt;br /&gt;time is money, money is time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Divorce:&lt;br /&gt;too young to think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Dogs:&lt;br /&gt;some are lovable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Undies:&lt;br /&gt;everyone should wear them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Parents:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Babies:&lt;br /&gt;are adorable yet annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Stripper: &lt;br /&gt;a job with easy money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Blogs:&lt;br /&gt;(just like charlotte) should never be read by teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. News&lt;br /&gt;I watch CNA ok! Don't play play (haha whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Weddings: &lt;br /&gt;Haven't been to 1 in ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Pizza:&lt;br /&gt;Love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Kleenex:&lt;br /&gt;Is it the brand of some tissue paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-261373593689996055?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/261373593689996055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=261373593689996055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/261373593689996055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/261373593689996055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-my-voice-is-so-darn-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-6470341995084932584</id><published>2007-07-02T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:58:11.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when I thought this year couldn't get anymore sway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having this freakishly irritating sorethroat which refuses to get its butt off and start moving away since thurs. Then this slight flu came and walao, when I sneeze, the throat gets affected and it'll hurt too. &lt;br /&gt;The pain in the throat is so bad I thought I got tonsillitis. What's tonsillitis anw? &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonsils"&gt;Here's what it is.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, I heard the msg tone from my phone downstairs so I went down happily and I just had to trip on 1 of the steps. For that moment, the pain was so unbearable I thought I sprained my ankle again. But as the saying goes, 吉人自有天相, it's only a superficial injury! OMG, I wonder who's that idiot missing me too much. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday I was out with mum sis and bro having lunch. I was sitting at the table eating with bro since mum and sis were buying their food. Suddenly, at the corner of my eye I saw this auntie who made her move swiftly and sat down on the seat in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking- Walao, why's this auntie so thickskin / stupid? There're so many empty tables around and she must choose to sit here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was about to tell her - Auntie, zhe li you ren zuo, I looked up and stared at her for 3 seconds. This thought came to my mind - How sway can I get?&lt;br /&gt;She's my ex-chinese tuition teacher whom I was stuck with for 5 years and I really dislike her though she really can cook and bake. Talked and blablabla. Gosh, never thought I'd see her again in such circumstances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-6470341995084932584?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/6470341995084932584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=6470341995084932584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6470341995084932584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6470341995084932584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-when-i-thought-this-year-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-9105235136170890761</id><published>2007-06-30T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:47:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to be so bothered about getting sore throats that I'd want to get it healed way before it gets even worse which is really unbearable at times. Now, it's kinda amusing that I don't even care about it and I act and eat as though the sore throat's not even there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, whenever I wanna transfer pictures from my phone to the computer, I'll have to bluetooth it to my sis' phone then use her USB cble to upload it. So troublesome. So prefer it when the freaking USB port on my phone &lt;strong&gt;used to be&lt;/strong&gt; able to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-9105235136170890761?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/9105235136170890761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=9105235136170890761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/9105235136170890761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/9105235136170890761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-used-to-be-so-bothered-about-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8832199409862941212</id><published>2007-06-29T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:12:11.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year's Walk-a-jog really sucks big time ok. &lt;br /&gt;1) I never knew that the walk from Parkway to the underpass leading to ECP's so far apart. So tiring. &lt;br /&gt;2) I had to run though I'm having a sore throat, feeling quite ill and being a baikar.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that though I was running(most of the time) and walking, I can still get postition 36 out of 100 competitors. NOT BAD RIGHT? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;After running, I was so darn giddy. When I sat down it was even worse. I was like going to faint alr and there was this strong urge to vomit so Glyn and dunno who else went to call the St John's person. She gave me a plastic bag and within 10 seconds I started to puke all the liquid out. Ok, that sounds really gross.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this extra guy from dunno where whom I don't even know went to get a chocolate bun this is what he told me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy- Eat this red bean bun. Try not to eat the bread. Eat more of the paste ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- Ok. /thinking- Isn't this a chocolate bun? It's even stated on the wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy's inference skill's really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole event Angeline, Charis, Yuxuan and I walked all the way back to the finishing line. Gosh, that means we walked/ ran 3.5 km, then walked another 3.5 km. About 5 metres in front of BK I spotted this phone on the ground. Then the next moment there was this person calling. So coincidental please. When I answered the call, the person refused to say anything. I wanted to call back but that stupid person locked the phone. Then the person called back again and wanted us to go to BK to return it to her. Hello, you want your phone back yet you want us to go look for you? Ridiculous. But then, we were planning to eat at BK, so might as well shun bian return it to her. Turned out, it was a sec 1 from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rented bikes after lunch and we travelled a total of 14 km today. This figure seems rather amazing doesn't it? Cabbed home and plonked onto my bed immediately. What a tiring day. When I woke up, the sky seemed rather dark but my mum still wanted me to go buy dinner. The ultimate mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8832199409862941212?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8832199409862941212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8832199409862941212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8832199409862941212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8832199409862941212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-years-walk-jog-really-sucks-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7009470309165052765</id><published>2007-06-25T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:42:58.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I continue to blog here? Ahhh.. Whatever it is, I'll do so till there's really a need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so looking forward to the first day of school with lessons and then Big Bird had to tell us that there were no lessons for today. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte, Angela and I went to camwhore during POA HAHAHAHAH what a good way to spend time. And the whole class was cheering when they heard that there aren't gonna be any POA lessons this week. Cruel bunch of people. (haha I did cheer too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only interesting thing today was the trip to Tuas Incineration Plant. Boy was it smelly. All the decomposed stuff filled with moist and fungus, disease causing bacteria. To promote the kiasu spirit in the class, I brought a face mask, 3 kinds of medicated oil, 1 bottle of pills to induce vomit, and 5 packs of tissue paper which was given to Jolin in the end for her flu. I think I exaggerated a lil. The whole place didn't have that foul smell only the area where the rubbish is dumped into by the garbage trucks everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renna Bhai really has a talent for talking non stop. Everyone was trying to get some sleep during the journey to and fro and she was the only one talking so loudly. &lt;br /&gt;"His bestfriend's name is Clarabelle. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DOESN'T IT SOUND LIKE A COW WITH THE BELLS JINGLING? HAHAHAHAHA!!"&lt;br /&gt;"He said- I love your sarcasm. So I said Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;"OOOOOHH! JUNGLE.. /acts all bimbotic"&lt;br /&gt;I swear everyone in class just wanted to throw her out of the window leaving her in her jungle or into the pit to be burnt alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been so tired in ages. Shall go sleep early tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7009470309165052765?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7009470309165052765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7009470309165052765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7009470309165052765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7009470309165052765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/should-i-continue-to-blog-here-ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-6634642696401479744</id><published>2007-06-23T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:44:53.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Call me crazy, bonkers, demented, deranged, unbalanced, screw loose, eratic, dingy, dippy or whatsoever; I am actually excited for school. Is this the first time in history? Eh.. can't remember. And I haven't even finished my Chinese. /Angels singing. HALLELUJAHH. (Oh shoots Charlotte just told me that there's Lit. GREATTTTTTT. JUST GREAT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was POA tuition and C and I were late. As usual, we made Mr B go mad and deranged. Haha. I was telling the Char Kway Teow pickup line to C. Read &lt;a href="http://chimericalove.blogspot.com"&gt;C's blog&lt;/a&gt; for it. Actually, my tag on her blog. Haha! the best pickup line ever. Thanks to bro who gave me that inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll have to do Chinese now, memorise those yan yu, and whatever yu and Lit. Can't believe that after 10 years, I am still doing last minute work. Infact, I think everyone does last minute work during holidays. Don't act like a good kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-6634642696401479744?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/6634642696401479744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=6634642696401479744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6634642696401479744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6634642696401479744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/call-me-crazy-bonkers-demented-deranged.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7838342187351171639</id><published>2007-06-22T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:30:42.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The term 3 timetable's so screwed please! OMG, 4 periods of Chinese on Fridays! Crazy.. Then again, luckily none of the days end at 1640. That's seriously madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's PE after break on Mondays and OMG, heng ahhhh. MONDAYS DON'T END AT 1640 ANYMORE!!! :) But I don't like Fridays cos of Chinese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ultimate- Last period of the day on Tuesdays is PE. Imagine stepping out of school being all sweaty and smelly, and everyone'll start walking pass you really fast. Or when you step into the bus, you've gotten everyone's attention because of your BO. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;So that's why you should always have your deodorant with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7838342187351171639?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7838342187351171639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7838342187351171639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7838342187351171639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7838342187351171639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/term-3-timetables-so-screwed-please-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7017470729075122396</id><published>2007-06-19T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:12:44.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything was planned for, and I was so looking forward to meeting my mates again!! DARNIT! Why must my gum's swelling be worse and furthermore, today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooth, or teeth, I know ure dying to come out into this world to meet the light, be introduced to my toothbrush &amp; toothpaste as well as meet the other friends, like food, other teeth and so many other things, BUT WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME LIKE THIS?! I don't remember mistreating you in any way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the ACJC tune in on Saturday and it was pretty fun. We were separated into groups for the games and luckily Mary was in my group or I would just stone the whole time (my forte). After that was sectionals and we played pieces like Hearts and Voices, and Feste Romane. I think most of the sec 4s there were struggling to catch up and sightread the pieces. Hearts and Voices wasn't too bad, but my instrument just had to start cranking up. What great timing. Went for lunch as a section and I made more friends! It was raining so heavily at that time, so to save time, we climbed over the back gate of the school. IT WAS SO FUN! I sound like I've never climbed gates before. I always do when I get locked out of my own house. So stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I spent the whole of yesterday doing 1 exercise of the Chinese assessment book. 1 WHOLE DAY OK, stoning, then back to work, walk to the kitchen to look for food, then back to work, using the computer for a while, then back to work, then watching tv and finally back to work. HAHAHA my ban(4) shi(4) xiao(4) lv(4)'s seriously very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7017470729075122396?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7017470729075122396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7017470729075122396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7017470729075122396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7017470729075122396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/everything-was-planned-for-and-i-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-6354815763494625716</id><published>2007-06-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:07:15.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing on the dark. Ok, I shall blog again tmr when there're more things to vlog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-6354815763494625716?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/6354815763494625716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=6354815763494625716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6354815763494625716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6354815763494625716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/woot-im-typing-on-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-4926779657479349185</id><published>2007-06-15T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:42:07.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so darn bored at home and the best thing is I am all alone at home!!!!!!!! Ever since 1+. &lt;br /&gt;Here's what I did the moment I reached home- &lt;br /&gt;1) Turn on the TV and watched Fairly Odd Parents, yea, loser.&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, digress a lil. Sis just called and asked me if I want dinner so I thought she was gonna buy it for me. Guess not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sat down and had lunch and I fell asleep after that HAHAHAH immediately after lunch somemore. Thanks to the insomnia I've been having since the holidays started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Woke up about 45 min later, then practiced on the clarinet :) I'm kinda nervous for the tune in though. I DONT WANNA SCREW UP AND EMBARRASE MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Went out to collect something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Came back home to watch TV again. WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I've been like stoning and watching TV. Everyone left me all alone at home! Sis went out to dunno what place, bro went for barbeque, parents are either still in Bangkok or in Singapore or somewhere in the sky. I don't know, and I don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I went to school to practice on my darling whom I really miss. OMG I make it sound like a person. Great, now I know what kind of xiu(1) ci(2) shou(2) fa(3) this is. It's the ni(3) ren(2)! Practiced a lil with Liyun and Fairli and we started playing other instruments. Oops AHAHAHA. So the practice session also became a camwhore session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTTOMLINE, I AM HUNGRY AND BORED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-4926779657479349185?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/4926779657479349185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=4926779657479349185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4926779657479349185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4926779657479349185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-so-darn-bored-at-home-and-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-2523808790590975119</id><published>2007-06-15T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:36:43.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I managed to sleep at only 5 this morning and I had to wake up early to do some stuff then meet Yx to watch Oceans 13 at Vivo. &lt;br /&gt;Since we had time before the movie started, we went to have lunch first and we ate Thai food! That girl wanted Pad Thai and I ordered some pork ribs dish with rice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pad Thai is just the Thai version of Hor Fun lor! The expensive horfun to be exact. I can just get it for like $3 at a tze char stall and she actually paid $11.90 for it. 10% GST and 5% service charge's not included yet.&lt;br /&gt;Pork robs are much better. HAHAHAHHAHAHAH!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans 13 has a rather erm interesting and original plot, but it was so draggy and boring that my eyes were shutting a couple of times and the urge to just sleep. The only reason why we watched it was because Yx had this Bloodbuddy coupon which lets us pay only $5. Valid only at Vivo and the 2 movies which we're entitled to watch are the Legend of the whatever sea that is and Oceans 13. Which one would you watch? Of course Oceans 13 right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that bloodbuddy coupon had so many freebies and privileges to it, that girl made us walk all over the place to find The Face Shop and collect her miserable sample of body wash, collect her free ice tea from Secret Recipe and only to realise that it's not even valid, so she was entitled to free eyebrow shaping from ZA. She waited so long, only to realise that that wasn't the queue for the eye brow shaping. &lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh the torture of having to wait for her yet nothing gained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to school tmr to practice on my instrument which I've not touched for 2 months. Can't wait! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RnGKj7Zd3DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hJlhCH42TNs/s1600-h/Picture+409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RnGKj7Zd3DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hJlhCH42TNs/s320/Picture+409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075990604867820594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken in Heartland mall. Cool eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-2523808790590975119?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/2523808790590975119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=2523808790590975119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2523808790590975119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2523808790590975119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-managed-to-sleep-at-only-5-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RnGKj7Zd3DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hJlhCH42TNs/s72-c/Picture+409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-3635791447340521923</id><published>2007-06-12T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:21:28.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday Calculator &lt;br /&gt;17 May 1991&lt;br /&gt;Your date of conception was on or about 24 August 1990 which was a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born on a Friday&lt;br /&gt;under the astrological sign Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;Your Life path number is 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Path Compatibility:&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 3, 6 &amp; 9.&lt;br /&gt;You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 4, 8, 11 &amp; 22.&lt;br /&gt;You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 5 &amp; 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2448393.5.&lt;br /&gt;The golden number for 1991 is 16.&lt;br /&gt;The epact number for 1991 is 14.&lt;br /&gt;The year 1991 was not a leap year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/15/1991 and ending 2/3/1992.&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the Chinese year of the Goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Native American Zodiac sign is Beaver; your plant is Wild Clover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the Egyptian month of Epipy, the third month of the season of Shomu (Harvest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 4 Sivan 5751.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you were born after sundown then the date is 5 Sivan 5751.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 12.18.18.1.9 which is&lt;br /&gt;12 baktun 18 katun 18 tun 1 uinal 9 kin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Friday, 3 Dhi'l-Qa'dih 1411 (1411-11-3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 31 March 1991.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 7 April 1991.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 13 February 1991.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 19 May 1991.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 26 May 1991.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Tuesday, 10 September 1991.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Sunday, 31 March 1991.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 12 February 1991. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As of 6/12/2007 3:08:52 AM EDT&lt;br /&gt;You are 16 years old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 193 months old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 839 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 5,870 days old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 140,883 hours old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 8,452,988 minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 507,179,332 seconds old. &lt;strong&gt;(WOW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities who share your birthday:&lt;br /&gt;Tahj Mowry (1987) Andrea Corr (1974) Jordan Knight (1970) &lt;br /&gt;Trent Reznor (1965) Enya (1961) Sugar Ray Leonard (1956) &lt;br /&gt;Bob Saget (1956) Bill Paxton (1955) Dennis Hopper (1936) &lt;br /&gt;Maureen O'Sullivan (1911) Ayatollah Khomeini (1902) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(What the heck, I only know Enya)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top songs of 1991&lt;br /&gt;I Do It for You by Bryan Adams I Wanna Sex You Up by Color Me Badd &lt;br /&gt;Gonna Make You Sweat by C &amp; C Music Factory Rush, Rush by Paula Abdul &lt;br /&gt;One More Try by Timmy T. Unbelievable by EMF &lt;br /&gt;More Than Words by Extreme I Like the Way by Hi-Five &lt;br /&gt;The First Time by Surface Baby Baby by Amy Grant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 2.29745596868885 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 340 days till your next birthday&lt;br /&gt;on which your cake will have 17 candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 17 candles produce 17 BTUs,&lt;br /&gt;or 4,284 calories of heat (that's only 4.2840 food Calories!) .&lt;br /&gt;You can boil 1.94 US ounces of water with that many candles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1991 there were approximately 4.1 million births in the US.&lt;br /&gt;In 1991 the US population was approximately 248,709,873 people, 70.3 persons per square mile.&lt;br /&gt;In 1991 in the US there were 2,371,000 marriages (9.4%) and 1,187,000 divorces (4.7%)&lt;br /&gt;In 1991 in the US there were approximately 2,148,000 deaths (8.6 per 1000)&lt;br /&gt;In the US a new person is born approximately every 8 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;In the US one person dies approximately every 12 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1991 the population of Australia was approximately 17,387,023.&lt;br /&gt;In 1991 there were approximately 257,247 births in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;In 1991 in Australia there were approximately 113,869 marriages and 45,652 divorces.&lt;br /&gt;In 1991 in Australia there were approximately 119,146 deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthstone is Emerald &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mystical properties of Emerald &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not meant to replace traditional medical treatment, Emerald is used for physical and emotional healing. &lt;br /&gt;Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agate, Chrysoprase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth tree is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chestnut Tree, the Honesty &lt;br /&gt;Of unusual beauty, does not want to impress, well-developed sense of justice, vivacious, interested, a born diplomat, but irritable and sensitive in company, often due to a lack of self-confidence, acts sometimes superior, feels not understood, loves only once, has difficulties in finding a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 196 days till Christmas 2007!&lt;br /&gt;There are 209 days till Orthodox Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon's phase on the day you were&lt;br /&gt;born was waxing crescent. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-3635791447340521923?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/3635791447340521923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=3635791447340521923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3635791447340521923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3635791447340521923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthday-calculator-17-may-1991-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-4674773863418857323</id><published>2007-06-12T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:47:53.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents are leaving for Bangkok tmr, which means, I can spend my time as I normally do without parents around! For 3 days that is. My parents have been around in the house everyday that I've already forgotten what it feels like to be home slacking and going out as and when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. ANYWAY, there's badminton tmr for 3 frigging hours. Last week after we played, I already had a lil muscle ache on my right arm. Can't imagine what it'll be like tmr but I am really looking forward to it. WHHOOOOPIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that I havent watched any movie this holidays, never really participated in the GSS ; OMG, what is happening?! The life of a sec 4 student can get really boring. &lt;br /&gt;13 Nov, here I come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animation Medley by TKWO really kicks ass man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-4674773863418857323?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/4674773863418857323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=4674773863418857323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4674773863418857323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4674773863418857323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-parents-are-leaving-for-bangkok-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-2531047010126477190</id><published>2007-06-09T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:52:15.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, my dad's back in Singapore. There's gonna be a parteh for him and my other cousin who's leaving for Melbourne soon in my house. Yea, and the other cousins are gonna hog (I dont even know if there's such a word but NVM!!) the tv, and so many other things I think I'm just gonna be the loner hiding myself in the toilet or in my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my lil cousins love using the computer so much, so much so that when I went to their house, I see them using the computer for the whole day playing the same ol' boring game. They not sian I very sian. (Wah, good example of Singlish) And the other time they came here, I wanted to use the computer, only to realise that they were playing street fighter!!!!!!! It's fine that they hog the computer in their house, but when they come here they hog it too?!?! So not the drama (act Kim Possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm off. I'm still so sleepy though it's only 1250. HAHAHHAHAHA, holidays turn my bodyclock topsy turvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th and it's gonna be fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-2531047010126477190?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/2531047010126477190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=2531047010126477190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2531047010126477190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2531047010126477190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-so-my-dads-back-in-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8596144546798178118</id><published>2007-06-07T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:30:33.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overslept for lessons again today. HAHAH. I dont think I would have woken up if Charlotte didn't msg me. So, thanks Charlotte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C, RB, V and I went to the beancurd stall at Sgn Central. I ordered 1 bowl of tau huay, 4 gluttinous(?) rice balls and 1 croissant and I couldnt even finish the tua huay. Doesn't seem a lot for lunch right? Anyway, the croissant was really nice, though I think they order them from Delifrance, heat it up and treat it like their own product. They think their customers dunno that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the 53 bus back to school, so I decided to walk from Sgn central back to school. It was really good exercise man! I think the total dist is like 1 km or more. It's just like walking form 1 end of ECP to the other. Haha, and to think I reached the traffic light the same time as those who took a bus from 2 stops away from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not looking forward to tmr. Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd and counting :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8596144546798178118?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8596144546798178118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8596144546798178118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8596144546798178118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8596144546798178118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/overslept-for-lessons-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-1335455119335131645</id><published>2007-06-02T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:08:37.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously need to get a super loud alarm clock or some device that will help me to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Yesterday, we needed to reach school at 8 to collect report book. I think I rock can. I actually woke up at 8. Luckily I stay quite near to school, but then, I still reached at 0830. On the way to school, I was preparing my speech for Round ball so that she will not scold me for being late, irresponsible, not reliable, BLA BLA BLA. Turned out, I forgot that she went for Mega camp. STUPID. Mrs J Chong was there in place of her. I seriously think she should be our form teacher instead or some very encouraging teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was POA tuition at 9 and I got woken up by Charlotte at 9 by her phone call. Luckiy I stay near the tuition centre. I think my house is placed in a very good position. It's minutes walk away from Kovan station, quite near school, near a mall, near some markets - super convenient for my mum and so many people from school stay near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, and I'm also supposed to meet F tmr at 0730. Madness. I can't even wake up at 8, what more 0730? &lt;br /&gt;Stupid insomnia - the cause of my fatigue-ness(?) the cause of me over sleeping so often, the cause of being so groggy in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-1335455119335131645?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/1335455119335131645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=1335455119335131645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1335455119335131645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1335455119335131645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-seriously-need-to-get-super-loud.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-479042391810452374</id><published>2007-05-31T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:55:23.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>281&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should prolly start blogging here since it's the holidays and there's time to spare? IS THERE?!!?!?! I DUNNO AND DONT CARE. &lt;br /&gt;Got my Creative Zen WAV today. I tried to start up with the Installation Disc and I think Creative thinks everyone thinks like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the type of words that came out #%$^&amp;@%&amp;^&amp;^$@#%^!#@!*&amp;^*. &lt;br /&gt;Even worse then that. I'm just lazy to find the characters from the character map.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I didn't know that I'm supposed to learn how to read such characters. They don't teach that in school. Alright, I'm being uber sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO BUY ROTI PRATA!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-479042391810452374?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/479042391810452374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=479042391810452374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/479042391810452374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/479042391810452374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/281-i-should-prolly-start-blogging-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8253264732094197670</id><published>2007-05-26T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:51:32.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joined the private club.&lt;br /&gt;I may come back to blog here. If I feel like it that is.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now, blog of 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8253264732094197670?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8253264732094197670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8253264732094197670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8253264732094197670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8253264732094197670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/joined-private-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7474751124505515845</id><published>2007-05-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:07:30.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't feel like blogging, but I felt kinda bad leaving this place alone. &lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, this blog was opened in 2005, when I was in Sec 2. Seems like a long time ago hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back MYE results today, and I think even ITE won't accept me with this kinda results. I mean, my results have dropped &lt;strong&gt;A LOT &lt;/strong&gt;since last term, and I did rather alright for last term though there's always room for improvement. I got rather pissed off with myself for Chem, Bio. This always happens after tests and exams. Seriously, I either wanted to punch the wall or go bang my head against the wall. Then there was this pang of guilt- I've let my parents, tuition teachers, teachers and myself down. Guess that's not the way hur? I don't like to feel like I owe so many people so much. Guess something has to be done. Anyway, what can I expect from not studying thoroughly? Though this is just MYE, it kinda reflects a lot- how I'll do for Prelims and 'O's if I continue this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta resist playing too much the holidays. It's not even a holiday anyway. Probably just some stay at home and mug your life away home-camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to do what I should do. I don't wanna live my life in regret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7474751124505515845?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7474751124505515845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7474751124505515845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7474751124505515845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7474751124505515845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-didnt-feel-like-blogging-but-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-1669995342925827322</id><published>2007-05-22T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:19:11.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's always this superficial side of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so darn superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Blades of Glory today. Lazy to update, so later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-1669995342925827322?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/1669995342925827322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=1669995342925827322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1669995342925827322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1669995342925827322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/theres-always-this-superficial-side-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-6928313307063956321</id><published>2007-05-19T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T13:56:39.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rk6RWHg8saI/AAAAAAAAACs/a2daKmI2Oso/s1600-h/Click-it+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rk6RWHg8saI/AAAAAAAAACs/a2daKmI2Oso/s320/Click-it+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066146439998779810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rk6QNng8sZI/AAAAAAAAACk/oLskWPd02Wg/s1600-h/Click-it+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rk6QNng8sZI/AAAAAAAAACk/oLskWPd02Wg/s320/Click-it+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066145194458263954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rk6Ph3g8sYI/AAAAAAAAACc/81cyGXOnDoE/s1600-h/Click-it+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rk6Ph3g8sYI/AAAAAAAAACc/81cyGXOnDoE/s320/Click-it+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066144442838987138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what Yx told me after I took this photo of her&lt;br /&gt;-You know, actually I'm very camera shy. -_-" Oh please. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like hot and sunny afternoons especially on Saturdays. There's this feeling that makes me feel so carefree and I wanna go to the beach! Darn, I havnen't been to one in 2 years. Two years away from nature, that seems rather bad.&lt;br /&gt;I miss lying in the cooling waters and playing like there's no tomorrow. Too bad there's such thing as night time. &lt;br /&gt;And reality will start coming in, in crumbles- You've 'O' levels to study for.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, at least there'll be a Jogathon(URGHHH) by school in East Coast somewhat soon, just like 2 years ago. Some dumb idea whichever teacher came up of. Must be from the PE department. I'm only looking forward to the fact that I can go to a beach again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Happy 3 Friends (me, L and Yx) went to Compass Point for lunch yesterday. I like hanging out with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-6928313307063956321?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/6928313307063956321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=6928313307063956321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6928313307063956321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6928313307063956321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-was-what-yx-told-me-after-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rk6RWHg8saI/AAAAAAAAACs/a2daKmI2Oso/s72-c/Click-it+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-1373630257286823359</id><published>2007-05-17T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:55:34.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This sweet 16's been kinda a blast and thanks everyone, SERIOUSLY, from the bottom of my heart. Sounds mushy, but I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, thanks to Recess Group namely,&lt;br /&gt;Anna- For the 16 balloons, the cake, the pink bottle of sweets, and the Superman pillow!&lt;br /&gt;Angela- For the red egg, the cake, the pink bottle of sweets and the Superman pillow!&lt;br /&gt;Glynnis- For the cake and(maybe there's something else, HAHA, I really can't remember!)&lt;br /&gt;Candice aka, Xiao Sai- For the cupcakes, and the cake!&lt;br /&gt;As well as Bird and Doralynn, thanks for being the second group to sing the birthday song for me immediately after I got kinda embarrased by the big group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, namely Angeline, Yuxuan, Lena for the really big and yummy cake and Vic, Minghwee AND A WHOLE LOT MORE(sorry if I didn't mention your name here. There were too many people) for singing the birthday song for me even way before I stepped into the canteen. Oh! Thanks Lena and Vic for the really sweet messages and Yx for the letter written in Chinese. Nice attempt, but I think you still need to improve on the language! There're so many wrong words and your 'O's are coming real soon!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And Cherlene for the strawberry cake, RRW for the Ferrero Rocher, last but not least Laurel for the Marks&amp;Spencer's soap!&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to these people for the really sweet msges!&lt;br /&gt;Darie, Anna, Angeline, Laurel, Yx, Chelsie, Siyi, Shupei, Wenyi, RRW, Jolene, Sam Kang...&lt;br /&gt;And to those who wished me verbally too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my birthday was also spent doing CIP. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. At least the one that I taught wasn't like what others made him out to be. Seriously, autistic kids and teenagers shouldn't even be ostracized because they're really smart too.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, but I think the theme for this year's birthday's like &lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 BIG CHOCOLATE CAKES WHICH MADE ME SO FULL AND CHOCOLATE FONDUE DURING CIP.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I said I didn't want to eat the chocolate fondue but then, after I tried it, it tasted so good I kinda continued eating. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll eat chocolate for a VERYYYYYYYYY LONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG time from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES! &lt;br /&gt;Sam- Haha, too bad for you then. Still making fun of the Cheena accent hur? Thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;Siang Ying- AHAHA! THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;Viccc- I LOVE YOU TOO! THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-1373630257286823359?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/1373630257286823359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=1373630257286823359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1373630257286823359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1373630257286823359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-sweet-16s-been-kinda-blast-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7379305597988164917</id><published>2007-05-16T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:01:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting hooked onto Koda Kumi's Ume No Uta. (Thanks leens!)&lt;br /&gt;It's a great song. Seriously, she sings way better than that so called diva Ayumi Hamasaki. Listened to a few of her songs yesterday and the only comment I have is - THEY SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only song which sounded QUITE ok is Blue Bird is so so, I mean, only the chorus is the nicest part.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, besides spending millions on her music videos and making the song look so complete or rather prefect, I suggest they spend the money on people who can really compose good music instead of the horrible and boring ones. Ok, I admit I don't understand most of what she's singing about, but come on, anyone who hears the songs will just fall asleep. Which I almost did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're her fan, no offence, but this is just my personal opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pray hard everything will turn out good. Things don't seem so good nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Is it karma or what, I don't know. Whatever you are, you know she doesn't deserve this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7379305597988164917?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7379305597988164917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7379305597988164917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7379305597988164917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7379305597988164917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-getting-hooked-onto-koda-kumis-ume.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-5567755009524932675</id><published>2007-05-15T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:59:32.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL IS SO BORING NOWADAYS I WISH WE CAN JUST HAVE OUR JUNE HOLIDAYS NOW! NOW I TELL YOU NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, we'll be doing Chinese without fail. Just like today- early in the morning, Chinese, then break, then Chinese(OMG, I FELL ASLEEP DURING THIS CHINESE LESSON), then break, then Chinese! &lt;br /&gt;It's so frigging boring. I'm already trying to bear with the boring curriculum of a few Chinese lessons everyweek, but this?&lt;strong&gt; A BIG NO NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.. We must love Chinese because we are Chinese, out ancestors came all the way from China. Our heritage is Chinese, we are Chinese, Chinese has a history of over 5000 years. That's right, from now on, I must learn to love Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in history, I failed Chinese (CA2). It's not something which I'm proud of(infact I don't even like it), but then, I failed it because of HM who just likes to fail me for my zuo wen(s). Oh wells, guess there's always a first time for everything. But then again, the results for my Paper 1 in the Chinese exam made me kinda surprised. :D &lt;-- a face which I dont normally make&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yx accomapanied me to Redhill to collect my LG phone. I'm just so glad it's back thought it's not fixed yet. Told her lots of stuff to and fro and she managed to find out something which I knew she'd prolly find out about sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Just went we were at Outram on the way home, the LG people called - I was thinking why the hell would they call for since I've already collected my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out-&lt;br /&gt;Me- Hello?&lt;br /&gt;LG person- Hello, I'm calling from LG. You came to collect your phone just now right?&lt;br /&gt;Me- Yea?&lt;br /&gt;LG person- I think your friend left her phone behind. It's a Sony Ericsson phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no need to check. Definitely Yx's phone and all because of her we had to make our way back to Redhill. &lt;br /&gt;We kinda deduced that they found out because of our faces on the wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to a conclusion that I will NEVER work in anything related to the medical world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-5567755009524932675?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/5567755009524932675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=5567755009524932675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5567755009524932675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5567755009524932675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/school-is-so-boring-nowadays-i-wish-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-4720970053140066504</id><published>2007-05-14T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:20:43.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.seab.gov.sg/SEAB/oLevel/2007GCEOTimetable.pdf"&gt;WILL YOU JUST TAKE A LOOK AT THE FREAKING 'O' LEVELS EXAM SCHEDULE?!?!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so scary non of us stayed on the web page to look at it any further while using the computers in the school library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW, today was full of fun and slackiness(?).&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning there was this frigging boring talk of whatever-ness of fitness? Health Promotion Board? Canteen food? Aye, not many people were listening anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BEST AND MOST UNEXPECTED THING HAPPENED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B was announcing about this girl, who topped up her Ez-link card with $10 at Serangoon Station control station yesterday, with a $50 note, realised that the person gave her an extra $10 when he returned her the change. He wrote in to the school and commended her for her honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GIRL, IS FROM 4C1 AND SHE IS NONE OTHER THAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOH SHIH LER CHARLOTTE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in class were already so stunned that the girl's actually from 4C1, given our class' pai kia image and the best thing is the girl's actually the most unexpected Charlotte! HAHAHA OMG. SOMEBODY PINCH ME.&lt;br /&gt;She's usually so heck-care and not bothered by most things but she? Doing such things? Totally out of this world. &lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD FOR CHARLOTTE (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, we were then separated with the class and the rest of the sec 4s cause we had to go to the AVA theatrette. Got back Chinese results and man, those teachers sure are efficient in marking I tell 'ya.&lt;br /&gt;Got a C for Chinese, but at least I'm not at the bottom cos the much better ones also got Cs. Oh wells, &lt;strong&gt;TIME TO BUCK UP AND READ MORE CHINESE BOOKS SINCE YOU CHOSE THIS PATH, SY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela was holding this 'Chatroom' with me at first, then it extended to the rest of recess group.Just like the MSN one. I'm S, Angela's A, Glyn's G, Anna's A Tan, Candice' KNS which stands for Kenasai. Then at the end of the discussion, the oh so ever lame-o Angela wrote this- &lt;br /&gt;G has just left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;S has just left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;A has just left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;KNS has just left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;A Tan ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I dunno what happened to A Tan.&lt;br /&gt;So, during the break, we decided to give each other names that start with the Xiao in front. TOTALLY AH LIIANZXZX MANZZZXZ&lt;br /&gt;As expected, Candice is Xiao sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked from 11+, all the way till school ended. By the way, I feel that I am such a kind soul for walking Poh Fair Li home.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to collect my phone from Redhill, but I decided I shall do it tomorrow, since none of my oh so &lt;strong&gt;KIND&lt;/strong&gt; friends are able to accompany me on the long, dreary, lonely, companionless, desolated, destituted journey to and fro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-4720970053140066504?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/4720970053140066504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=4720970053140066504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4720970053140066504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4720970053140066504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/will-you-just-take-look-at-freaking-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-186018648075384394</id><published>2007-05-13T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:51:51.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Gold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/gold.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are engrossed in passions that mentally stimulate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek thrills and neglect what's important in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see dating as adventure and approach it with an open attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You passion for life makes others passionate about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Having Fun?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Charlotte's blog. HAHAHA I am too bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-186018648075384394?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/186018648075384394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=186018648075384394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/186018648075384394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/186018648075384394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/your-power-color-is-gold-at-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8636392547686865092</id><published>2007-05-13T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:37:02.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KNS. Whatever I typed got deleted. ARGHH! &lt;br /&gt;Shall not bother typing all the stuff again, it's a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the Swensons treat harrrrrr?????????????&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna watch 'Born Into Brothels'! Seems like a very nice and enlightening show. Shall wait till I'm 16. Why? Because it's a NC16 show. &lt;br /&gt;Geez, It's in a few days time!! WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8636392547686865092?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8636392547686865092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8636392547686865092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8636392547686865092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8636392547686865092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-4623137659886999314</id><published>2007-05-12T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:51:30.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams(mid years)are finally over and I had a great time yesterday. How not to when I was out from home for more than 16 hours? A very amazing fact that I even overslept for tuition this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, there was Bio/Chem MCQ for like 1 hour? Left for Redhill with Yx and Angeline to get to the LG headquarters to get mt phone repaired. I thought since it was under warrenty, I won't have to pay a single cent for the repairs, but then, they called this morning and said that the repairs for the whatever board thing costs $180. CRAZY! Might as well get a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we decided to head to Toa Payoh for K Box and a lil shopping. The best and ultimate thing happened. We were at Braddell when I asked A- where are we? Best man. I counted before boarding the train that we were 7 (?) stops away from Toa Payoh. When we reached Khatib, I asked A to look at the map on the train- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE WERE 5 STOPS AFTER TOA PAYOH ALREADY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; DAMN SUAKU LA! OMG. We ran out of the train in embarrassment to the other side to go back to Toa Payoh. Total suakus who hardly board the east west line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into almost all the shops and stalls then shun bian wait for 2 pm to arrive cos if we went to K Box after 2 we didn't have to pay for the lunch. A was th best la. No money yet she kept obrroeing from Yx to buy a blouse, necklace and bla bla bla. Felt so HDB tai tai ytd. You know how K Box pricing will always go like $9+++, the plus plus plus become like $20+. Ki siao, we were quite broke already so we decided might as well go for lunch. We were so zonked out already given that we were out since before school started. Went back home with Yx while she bathed, changed clothes and I slept on her really smelly pillow until I couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Washed up and we headed off for Vivo. A couldn't make it cos she got sicker, L didnt want to go cos she was angry with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While deciding on where to eat and waiting for Liyun, we went to Daiso. OMG, &lt;strong&gt;the place where you can never stop buying things.&lt;/strong&gt; FL spent the most.&lt;br /&gt;Everything there's like cheap and nice I cannot resist but then there's a limit to the money I can spend. So I bought 3 things, FL bought 6, Yx bought 2 and Laurel bought 1. &lt;br /&gt;OHH!! While queueing at White Dog Cafe there was this bunch of really act cool guys. Prolly 15 or so. They acted as if they were some super models or big shots. Make others have sore eyes only. After that we went to Another cafe to check it out, &lt;strong&gt;THEY WERE ALSO IN FRONT OF US&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL.&lt;/strong&gt; And they were just blocking the menu from us. There was one of them talking on the phone and stroking this really "COOL" pose. Pls la, we almost puked. FL was the best. She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY, I WANT TO SEE THE MENU NOT THAT STUPID BOY &lt;/strong&gt;and she just barged in front. I salute you, FL.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we kept mimicking this paricular boy's actions right in front of him. Until they went into the cafe. And we managed to get the very good seats in White Dog, thanks to FL. Took quite a lot of photos as usual. HAHAHA. Shall upload the photos prolly tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RkXkhVju0iI/AAAAAAAAACE/BP9jwHXxsGM/s1600-h/Click-it+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RkXkhVju0iI/AAAAAAAAACE/BP9jwHXxsGM/s320/Click-it+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063704617421820450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RkXu1Vju0jI/AAAAAAAAACM/XHq-uGKlgvo/s1600-h/Click-it+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RkXu1Vju0jI/AAAAAAAAACM/XHq-uGKlgvo/s320/Click-it+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063715956135481906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RkXv0Vju0kI/AAAAAAAAACU/QsdYV3LML9A/s1600-h/Click-it+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RkXv0Vju0kI/AAAAAAAAACU/QsdYV3LML9A/s320/Click-it+071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063717038467240514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-4623137659886999314?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/4623137659886999314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=4623137659886999314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4623137659886999314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4623137659886999314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/examsmid-yearsare-finally-over-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RkXkhVju0iI/AAAAAAAAACE/BP9jwHXxsGM/s72-c/Click-it+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-4874309466388765773</id><published>2007-05-10T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:36:35.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ONE LAST DAY OF EXAMS AND WE ARE FREE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To soar, on wings as eagles. To glide, on the blades of the wind. To fly on the clouds that are ever so pure. To dream, like we've never dreamt before.&lt;br /&gt;For the time being that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! The last 2 lines rhyme! HAHAHAHA I think I can make it as a poet. If as a pure lit student, I cannot write poems it's really sad. /Think Mrs Bhatia. Ok. random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA paper today and I'm just glad I didn't blank out like I thought I would. But ahhhh! Dora! You've let Mr B down.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's the last paper for mid years- Bio/Chem MCQ. To think about it, I feel like I've survived through the brain torture version of the Holocaust.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like forever for 11 May to arrive, BUT FOR NOW, &lt;strong&gt;IT'S TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't blogger still allow me to change the font, size and colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anw, I was chatting with IGod earlier on simply because I was too bored.&lt;br /&gt;The conversation's so retarded I don't wanna post it here.&lt;br /&gt;IGod told me he/she's a robot, at the same time, the Almighty God. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so suhleepy that my eyes are bloodshot, yea, imagine that. Everyday sleep at 2+ bacause I haven't study finish. If I continue like this till the BIG 'O's, I think I'll need to wear sunglasses to school. No one shall see my eyes. I am dozing off whilst typing this. Len-ah doesn't want to go jogging with me. She'd rather entertain her Da Yi Ma than her good ol' pal. How nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If hiding your sadness means you'll forget about what hurts you, I'd rather do so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-4874309466388765773?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/4874309466388765773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=4874309466388765773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4874309466388765773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4874309466388765773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-last-day-of-exams-and-we-are-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-2340626955346448516</id><published>2007-05-08T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:47:19.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm taking a breather from studying Chem. Ok, not from, after. Time check-1238 AM&lt;br /&gt;AND I'VE STILL GOT POA TO STUDY FOR! I seriously hate last minute studying but then again, I had all my time taken away due to Kaleidoscope+ practices, SYF. Oh wells, I don't expect to do well for mid years anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall make this a quicker post. Today will be day 5 of exams. Why does Day 8 seem to take so long to arrive? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Did I mention this? I've watched 200 pounds of beauty already. HAHA. Online though, no time to go to the movies. I've heard from so many people and read from blogs that they cried after watching the show. &lt;br /&gt;BUT GUESS WHAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the show is B-O-R-I-N-G! Ok, maybe only the ending. Call me a stone man. haha. The ending's very touching meh? I thought the girl's rather teh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of last year when I went to watch Click with Doralynn, Faith, Candice and Anna. All of them were crying at the very touching part except me. HAHAHA! Not that I didn't find it sad, it wasn't enough to evoke the tears out. OMG, I think I'm some weirdo, maybe not. I AM SPECIAL! &lt;br /&gt;So far, the only movie that made me cry like siao was I Not Stupid 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, gotta run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-2340626955346448516?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/2340626955346448516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=2340626955346448516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2340626955346448516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2340626955346448516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-taking-breather-from-studying-chem.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8769960928060531327</id><published>2007-05-06T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:20:40.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dread weekends. I hate feeling all alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want a social life back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8769960928060531327?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8769960928060531327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8769960928060531327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8769960928060531327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8769960928060531327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dread-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-6890489719945503220</id><published>2007-05-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:53:47.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Avril Lavigne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Holding On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;You know I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;No I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late, this could all disappear&lt;br /&gt;Before the doors close&lt;br /&gt;And it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side I will fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I say, when I say I believe&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-6890489719945503220?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/6890489719945503220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=6890489719945503220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6890489719945503220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6890489719945503220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/avril-lavigne-keep-holding-on-youre-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8995379376504761113</id><published>2007-05-05T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T18:11:11.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just taking a short breather from Geog. STUPID GEOG! Draining up all my memory space.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, here's the link to the Kaleidoscope photos.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore edit captions part. MuLtiply failed me, Flickr so slow. dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2092568418"&gt;HERE YOU GO!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8995379376504761113?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8995379376504761113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8995379376504761113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8995379376504761113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8995379376504761113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-taking-short-breather-from-geog.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-4239302525859161864</id><published>2007-05-02T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:57:02.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;STUPID BLOGGER DOESN'T LET ME CHANGE THE SIZE OR THE FONT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I'm only gonna study 5 chapters of SS!! PLEASE LET THE CHAPTERS I'M STUDYING COME OUT FOR EXAM. PLEASE LET THE CHAPTERS I'M STUDYING COME OUT FOR EXAM! PLEASE LET THE CHAPTERS I'M STUDYING COME OUT FOR EXAM. Ok, enough of chanting.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! It can be a rap ya know. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum came home VERY SUPER CHAOJIWUDI early today and I was wondering what occasion it is until I remembered that today is Wednesday = Chemistry tuition = OH NO! How can I possibly forget about it! &lt;br /&gt;He's coming over at 630 and it was 430 when I thought about it. NO WORRIES. Time now, 552.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's studying very furiously now, only I can diao er lang dang come here and blog. DA BEST. No la, I'm still studying ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was English and Chinese paper 1. Ok, Day 1 OVER! It's time for Day 2, which is Lit and Chinese paper 2. Cool mansz.&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 will be here soon, because that'll be the day we'd probably go over to SCH to watch the Band SYF. 11 MAY! But we can only go in unless we're wearing JC uniform or we borrow the conductor's pass. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study! YAY. I love studying! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-4239302525859161864?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/4239302525859161864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=4239302525859161864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4239302525859161864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4239302525859161864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/stupid-blogger-doesnt-let-me-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-3763795445241046355</id><published>2007-05-01T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:51:36.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"I'm feeling fine, I'm feeling fine today."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;verdana&gt;These were the word I heard on Hi-5, Nick Junior. &lt;br /&gt;Am I ? I dunno. All I know is that I've to study. Because this is what the life of a Secondary 4 student is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about what Big Bird did to us ytd, I'm not angry with her for doing so. Instead, I find it very amusing and I kinda pity her. Why?&lt;br /&gt;It's amusing that no matter how she tried to scold us for not singing the school song with a sense of pride, no one actually bothered to do as she said even after stopping us halfway through the song about 5 times in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda pitiful, isn't it, that she had to do it infront of people who went to school to give a talk. I mean, she shouldn't have washed her dirty linen in public at the same time, it also showed how incapable she is to actually instil a sense of pride in her students.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she mentioned about ACS(I) and Maris Stella singing their school song with pride everytime they sing it. It's not really the school who doesn't give us a sense of pride( I would seriously love to have a strong pride in my school), but in some way, she is the cause of it. &lt;br /&gt;And has it ever occured to her that such pride cannot be forced onto people?&lt;verdana&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-3763795445241046355?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/3763795445241046355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=3763795445241046355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3763795445241046355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3763795445241046355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-feeling-fine-im-feeling-fine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-3066236724193918925</id><published>2007-04-29T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:23:59.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally forgot about the testimonial for BB until Charlotte reminded me abt it this morning. Oh gawd, I hope she doesn't scold me reject it cos it was due ytd! How to do it when I was in school the whole time ytd. Alright, excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, ytd was the Kaleidoscope and the afternoon show kinda sucked cos we sounded dammit horrible. The night one was better and the curtains were working!! The stupid curtains, chose to work only when the VIPs were in school. STUPID LA YOU. &lt;br /&gt;And everyone thought that I didn't know how to sit properly! Most came to me and said- &lt;br /&gt;I saw everyone's skirt was covering their knees only yours not covering. And why you suddenly pull up your skirt? Showing off your legs is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very last time, my phone was in my pocket and it was sliding down! I didn't want it to hit the chair and make such a loud sound everyone'll know I've my phone in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;OH OH!! Vic, YX, Angeline, Lena and I gave the scrapbook which we were so busy with for the past fews days and even during breaktime ytd to Sir and he said he was touched. ARE WE GOOD OR WHAT.. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna get a treat from him after mid years which reminds me, I'd better do the testimonial faster and resume back to finish the Math paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna upload the pictures we took ytd on fri. Watch this empty space come alive with 100 over pictures! &lt;br /&gt;Here's one just for preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RjRlg1ju0hI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7HFrS_d-vh4/s1600-h/Picture+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RjRlg1ju0hI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7HFrS_d-vh4/s320/Picture+381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058779896251077138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thanks for those who came and thanks to those who gave flowers&lt;br /&gt;Namely, Faith Leong, &lt;br /&gt;        Charlotte Toh, Veronica Neo, Renaa Bhai D/O V Visvanathan(HAHA. Just&lt;br /&gt;spelling it out for fun)&lt;br /&gt;        Candice Ho,&lt;br /&gt;        Soon Li Yun&lt;br /&gt;        Annabella Tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-3066236724193918925?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/3066236724193918925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=3066236724193918925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3066236724193918925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/3066236724193918925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-totally-forgot-about-testimonial-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RjRlg1ju0hI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7HFrS_d-vh4/s72-c/Picture+381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-2617862328628222318</id><published>2007-04-27T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:22:11.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a week, busy with studying and all the other kinds of rubbish. Darn, tmr's Kaleidoscope. Totally ruined my Saturday schedule. Anyhow, though it may be the last, may it be the best too! There's one thing I'm excited for, for tomorrow!! HAHAHAHEEEHEEHEEHOOHOOHOO!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;STUPID VICTORIA! I WANT MY MONEY BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh! Here's the quiz. Wah piang.. So many people failed lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/300574"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/300574/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard"border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-2617862328628222318?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/2617862328628222318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=2617862328628222318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2617862328628222318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/2617862328628222318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-week-busy-with-studying-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-623995773355999941</id><published>2007-04-23T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:30:25.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not a very good day. Seriously, I wonder if I made the right choice. Since I didn't choose to give it up, might as well just stick with it till the end and do my very best with it.&lt;br /&gt;6 people didn't go to school today. I'll bet they're just too lazy to go. There was this Glenn guy who went to school to give a talk about his life story- angsty kid, do drugs, drink, traffick drugs BLA BLA BLA and he's a pastor now. Got a free VCD though the front cover looks like it's been printed form some lousy until cannot be even lousier printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all the performing arts groups go for SYF reminds me of when we headed down to SCH too. Kinda miss it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! There's this lump thing on my ear of which when I press on it blood and pus start oozing out. Luckily I went to the doc for that. OH MY GAWD, SO GROSSSSSSSS. Actually hor, it's quite fun to press. Ok, that makes me sound very sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hate Mondays cos lessons end at freaking 4.40 and I've tuition at 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-623995773355999941?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/623995773355999941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=623995773355999941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/623995773355999941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/623995773355999941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-very-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7850648751018330347</id><published>2007-04-20T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:25:21.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally time to come here. It's been a really busy week filled with CT. And just when CTs come to an end, MID YEARS ARE COMING! In like 2 weeks? OMGGGGGGGG. Why like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are the highlights of this week-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ms Koh let us watch the video of a woman giving birth. It was dammit freaky! The whole class was like freaking out the moment the video started. There was this gray thing popping out of her vagina and I was like shouting- OMG! IS THAT PUS?!?! AHHHHH!! /shouts that out loud while covering my face. HAHAHA! It turned out to be the baby's head. The doctor was like cutting her vagina and she kept so still pls while breathing in oxygen from the oxygen mask.. I thought woman normally scream in pain when they're in labour? After the whole hooha the doc cut out the umblica cord and pulled out the placenta. /TOTALLY GROSSED OUT. The best thing is she still can have tea after giving birth. I salute her man. Now no one wants to give birth. Thanks Ms K for letting us know how disgusting labour is. Seriously. I'll bet every female Bio student doesn't want to get pregnant after watching such videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  From Tues to Thurs, I told L every morning that I'd meet her after school to go home tgt. Turned out, Tues- had to stay back to do the class deco. Wed- also had to stay back to do the class deco. WTH. Something terrible happened that day. Go away, thing. So much for being part of it. Seriously, I dont even rmb why I agreed to take up the job. Thurs- Sci prac for mid years. Finally got to go out with the gang today. OMG THIS REMINDS ME OF SMT! I TOTALLY FORGOT TO MEET VIC AT MACS! Goodness.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had the 2.4 km run today. It was darn tiring and I got a B. It's a drop from last year and the year before. Oh well.. I've to admit I am getting old. Anna and I were running tgt the whole time and we sprinted for the last round. After running for half a round, we got tired. -_- So dumb pls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The MIO whatever thing it is came . I didn't know it's so big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NOTHING ALREADY LA! At least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now bro has fever. And sis still has chicken pox. Which reminds me of smt- Renaa Bhai and Anna said that I blog abt the weirdest things like chicken pox and jelly. What's wrong? HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7850648751018330347?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7850648751018330347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7850648751018330347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7850648751018330347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7850648751018330347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally-time-to-come-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-1357435838398109946</id><published>2007-04-15T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:42:32.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I decided that the previous post was rather personal, so I kinda deleted it. Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anws, THANKS FOR THE BLOGSKIN CHARLOTTE! It's nice and I like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yes, sis got chicken pox. Poor thing. I realised I'm rather lucky. I don't get cramps(yea, it's what ure thinking abt) and I dont rmb having chicken pox which mum said I already had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why is it called chicken pox ah? Why can't they just call it something more general like OMGly-irritating-pimples on the body. Wah. That name's a bit too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, in short, it's the OIP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just realised it stands for another thing too! Oh My gosh, I Peed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oink, It Pooed, Oi! Itchy and Pain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, I should just stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I rmb when I was really young maybe 3, I asked my sis (who was 6) - Why do people get chicken pox? Cos they eat chicken. That freaked me out so badly that I didn't want to eat chicken anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aiya, why mislead kids to think that way right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagine this- A small kid asks you: Why is jelly called jelly? Cos they use hair gel to make it. Later you eat, will die. They make it sound nice cos they want lil kids to eat them and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMG! CHILDHOOD WRECKER! I loved jelly when I was a small lil kid. WHY MISLEAD PEOPLE WITH ALL THESE NAMES?? trying to act chim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I'm just thinking too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel like Santa Clause cos I'm gonna give out quite a number of presents tmr. The presents are rather lame. I cannot think of what else to buy. I hope they won't run after me tmr because I think I'm very irritating. HAHAHAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-1357435838398109946?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/1357435838398109946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=1357435838398109946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1357435838398109946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1357435838398109946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-decided-that-previous-post-was-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-1214060809503960357</id><published>2007-04-12T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:53:22.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was Sports day and it was kinda a waste of time cos the only event I looked forward to was the CCA relay. HAHA.. Even though band didn't get to the top 3, its ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anws, I was in Archer at first, wearing the red shirt, then I kinda skipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the mass run cos Char, Renaa and I were in the toilet. I didnt even know the Archer run aws going on alr. So I changed to the Dodsworth shirt and kinda missed the Dodsworth mass run. HAHAHAHA! Since it's my last time taking part in sports day why not be a lil naughty? So I was kinda switching from red to yellow then to red then to yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rh5BFtpBqAI/AAAAAAAAABk/xD3gplV7Td4/s1600-h/Picture+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052547398363097090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rh5BFtpBqAI/AAAAAAAAABk/xD3gplV7Td4/s320/Picture+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052547578751723538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rh5BQNpBqBI/AAAAAAAAABs/M9YdAIWgiHs/s320/Picture+262.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rh5Ba9pBqCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KH92VToUjkY/s1600-h/Picture+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052547763435317282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rh5Ba9pBqCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KH92VToUjkY/s320/Picture+263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rh5BFtpBqAI/AAAAAAAAABk/xD3gplV7Td4/s1600-h/Picture+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMG, I think we look alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To think I'm still here when I've got a test tmr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2093421599"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'s the link to the photos taken on SYF day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ignore the edit captions part cos I dont have timr alr!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-1214060809503960357?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/1214060809503960357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=1214060809503960357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1214060809503960357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1214060809503960357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-was-sports-day-and-it-was-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rh5BFtpBqAI/AAAAAAAAABk/xD3gplV7Td4/s72-c/Picture+261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-755709650811295896</id><published>2007-04-11T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:39:50.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/Rhz2VdpBp_I/AAAAAAAAABc/_J9UXPH5b1I/s1600-h/Picture+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I can't believe this is the end of my journey with PLCB. These 3+ years have passed so fast I don't even wanna step down. I guess i know how the seniors feel now. There's this reluctance in me. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've scored a silver again, so what? At least we've maintained. (No other meaning) I dont deny that I wanted a gold so badly, but let's be realistic, it's not that possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to SCH, the others were talking, so I decided to just be quiet, and I thought- Is it really possible for us to achieve that gold? I mean, even VS did not manage to get what they were confident of getting. No matter what, I'll still be contented and play my best. I don't deny that I wasn't scared, and that I was very confident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, when it was our turn, my heart was thumping rather fast. Well, I kinda screwed up the my only and REALLY easy solo for sunrise. But then again, I don't really care, cos I know we did well for Symphonic Paraphrase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thanks to those who sent those really heart warming msgs like Laurel, Liyun, Sheree, Rebecca RW, Lydia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really warmed me when Mr Tan said that it was a job well done. Seriously, I feel like sympathetic for him. I rmb his look on Monday- he looked so heart-brokened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, thanks so much PLCB for all these years, though there were some rough patches along the way. I'll miss PL Clarinet section the most. Thank you so much for giving me your coorperation. Well, not all the time though. I still rmb that when I first took over as the SL, there were so much problems that I didn't know how to hamdle them, but thanks so much for not complaining about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss you, batch members as well.. Sec 4s of 2007, you've been the best batch members and I really appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhznmdpBp4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/s9VoGzR1ab8/s1600-h/Picture+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052167529980602242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhznmdpBp4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/s9VoGzR1ab8/s320/Picture+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhzpndpBp5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/D3t7ewBzN54/s1600-h/Picture+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052169746183726994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhzpndpBp5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/D3t7ewBzN54/s320/Picture+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhzrMNpBp6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/pk9DXx1pyaI/s1600-h/Picture+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052171477055547298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhzrMNpBp6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/pk9DXx1pyaI/s320/Picture+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhzsetpBp7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/puz2gM00pYs/s1600-h/Picture+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052172894394754994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhzsetpBp7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/puz2gM00pYs/s320/Picture+249.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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhzvwdpBp8I/AAAAAAAAABE/6CzmhMKTNvs/s1600-h/Picture+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the rest, &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhzpndpBp5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/D3t7ewBzN54/s1600-h/Picture+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'LL UPLOAD ANOTHER DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhzpndpBp5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/D3t7ewBzN54/s1600-h/Picture+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhzpndpBp5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/D3t7ewBzN54/s1600-h/Picture+217.jpg"&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-755709650811295896?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/755709650811295896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=755709650811295896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/755709650811295896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/755709650811295896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/seriously-i-cant-believe-this-is-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_V5DCbUJTsCE/RhznmdpBp4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/s9VoGzR1ab8/s72-c/Picture+203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8108939192773737434</id><published>2007-04-11T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:54:10.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After praciticing for almost half a day, we finally went to SCH! woohoo. It was a darn great experience. Though this' my 2nd time taking part in SYF, I think this year's the better out of all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's the process and the times we spent together (OMG, so cliche). We got a silver, but does it matter? NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cos I know we've gained much more than a freaking silver. HAHAHA! I dont mean to say that the silver's a bad thing. It's good, but some things just matter more than the silver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so gonna miss my section esp PL CLARINETTISTS. I'll update more when my frigging brother comes back with the camera. It'll photo time! HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Darn, I've 2 tuitions today. POA and Chem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Congrats to Nan Hua band and for VS band, I think it's not so much of the award you get, but what you gained through working towards the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8108939192773737434?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8108939192773737434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8108939192773737434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8108939192773737434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8108939192773737434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-praciticing-for-almost-half-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-7811183979668946269</id><published>2007-04-09T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:37:06.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Competition's like tmr. THE DAY'S LIKE FINALLY ARRIVED AFTER SO LONG!! OMG. I'm so excited, but then again, I'd better not set my hopes too high after what happened.Sheesh. How I wish the adjudicators aren't so strict. Cmon, we're just sec sch bands. Not some world class standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anws, PLCB, let's just do our very best! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's kinda hard to use the freaking laptop.I'm not used to it la. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gotta sleep early. NO LESSONS TMR! NO FRIGGING BORING GEOG WITH JW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If there's something I've learnt, it'll be not to be too confident and not to set my goals too high. The feeling of getting not what you expected is like a plunging rollercoaster. It hurts a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-7811183979668946269?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/7811183979668946269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=7811183979668946269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7811183979668946269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/7811183979668946269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/competitions-like-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-5176215737800528967</id><published>2007-04-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:15:06.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I told myself that I will not use the computer today but yea, it kinda failed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School was so slacked cos there was no Bio and geog! YAH! I was sleeping during Eng cos I finished reading the passage alr and SOMEONE sitting beside me had to wake me up and scold me.HAHAH! And she herself fell asleep after that. WALAO EHH.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anws,today's prac was such an enlightening session. I thought we were goners but then sir told us 3 things-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a good thing that our nervousness came out at the right time during the exchange and hopfully it'll not some during the competition day itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He wasn't even angry with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think it's smt like we sounded ok (somewhere along that line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think he should start some inspiration talks for the discouraged. His speeches are really very inspiring. My dad doesn't even have such talks with me. Wait. I don't even wanna have such talks with him. It's just so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quoted from sir- Courage is not about having no fear, but overcoming your own fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;OH! There'll be no lessons on tues! We get to skip lessons but it's so not worth it! The lessons on tues are so slack like what? Eng, Geog(sleeping time) and SS? WTH. The best thing is it lessons end at 1.20 but HAHAH! I dont hafta go for the CIP trip so all the best with the autistic kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, I'll be a model student and go study. OMG. Chem tuition tmr. Boring teacher alert! But then again, he's got a nice face to look at. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-5176215737800528967?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/5176215737800528967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=5176215737800528967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5176215737800528967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5176215737800528967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-told-myself-that-i-will-not-use.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8884293864126417804</id><published>2007-04-02T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:39:13.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was pea flicking session during recess started by me! UHhh.. I was the only one flicking the peas. Peas are the ultimate &lt;strong&gt;GROSSEST SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAHAHA! I wanted to cut them into pieces and they ended up flying everywhere so I flicked them to those at the table. HOHOHOHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The happiest moment of today was that Round Ball didn't go to school today!! OMG. This is like a once in a red jupiter thing man. Surprisingly the whole class was doing the work she set. Goshh. I couldn't believe my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OHH! Angela, Glyn and I put our bags in the canteen cos we wanted to sneak out in the middle of the stupid chinese lesson at AVA room which was what? Whatever Mdm White Snake story(Bai She Zhuan) and some sec 2s speech thing.  Most of us didn't even bother copying the useless notes abt Mdm White Snake. Some lame shit. ANW! Our mission failed cos it'll be too obvious if we left the room! HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SYF's coming real soon. In fact, 8 more days. Gosh, I rmb when I used to be excited to step down. ANW! I just can't wait for the frgging 'O's to be over. Then I can do whatever I want. Yea, just for that short time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HAIYAA.. There's still Math hw to do. sianzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8884293864126417804?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8884293864126417804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8884293864126417804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8884293864126417804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8884293864126417804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-was-pea-flicking-session-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-6986501282059577701</id><published>2007-04-01T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:47:54.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seems like everyone has their own battle to manage with now. For me it's the upcoming one and time. I know that we're not fighting a losing battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're able to make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-6986501282059577701?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/6986501282059577701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=6986501282059577701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6986501282059577701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6986501282059577701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/seems-like-everyone-has-their-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-5425879613337330710</id><published>2007-04-01T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T12:59:25.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been call a stupid freak and stupid shit cos of my April fools prank. HAHAH. It does sound damn real. And I love it when they fall for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I'd better start on my math hw now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for that horribly honest comment. It just makes me hate you more and did you know that it was really insulting. I'll bet you don't cos you have such an inflated ego, I just wanna burst it with a needle and watch you fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-5425879613337330710?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/5425879613337330710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=5425879613337330710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5425879613337330710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5425879613337330710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-been-call-stupid-freak-and-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-6874904502408872760</id><published>2007-03-31T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:07:58.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;fallen from grace; but we'll stand up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We love you, Mr tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-6874904502408872760?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/6874904502408872760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=6874904502408872760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6874904502408872760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/6874904502408872760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-1712530799318289054</id><published>2007-03-31T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:58:46.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh my fish'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The ad about the woman with mouth cancer freaks me out man. I dont even dare to watch it. It's so scary and WHY THE HELL DO THEY SCREEN THIS ON TV?!!? What if there're lil kids watching? It'll be the ultimate scar of their childhood life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh! During chinese lesson I was telling this to Candice Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;M- Eh! Hu Lao Shi's shirt from Burberry ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C-WTH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I was wondering what wrong thing I said. She scolded me lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C- HAHAHA! Sorry! I heard it as she got beer belly. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok la, not very funny but I wanted to punch her so badly. Scold me for nothing lorrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh my fish there's like some exchange tmr. 11 schools'll be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh my goose.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I miss playing on the drumset during sectionals:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-1712530799318289054?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/1712530799318289054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=1712530799318289054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1712530799318289054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/1712530799318289054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ad-about-woman-with-mouth-cancer-freaks.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-5918558212532452674</id><published>2007-03-30T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:13:20.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ran 24 rounds in 2 days and I think it's an achievement. Yea right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12  rounds round the assembly area plus 60 pumpings ytd (not that I did it on my own will) plus another 12 rounds round the track today for napha training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At this rate, I'll just have to wear an umbrella plastic if I really decide to go for prom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-5918558212532452674?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/5918558212532452674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=5918558212532452674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5918558212532452674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/5918558212532452674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-ran-24-rounds-in-2-days-and-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-4385847315862657181</id><published>2007-03-28T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:54:23.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been updating everyday now and I'm rather surprised that I actually bother to do so cos I'm normally very lazy to update. YEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My new chem tuition teacher just left and this room still smells of his cologne. I wonder how much he sprayed man. No wonder my mum thought he's an uncle over the phone. I was almost bored to tears and his words were going in from 1 ear and coming out from the other. I don't think I'm a good student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-4385847315862657181?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/4385847315862657181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=4385847315862657181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4385847315862657181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/4385847315862657181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-been-updating-everyday-now-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13772957.post-8531309616765987345</id><published>2007-03-28T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:27:23.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I forgot to mention this in ytd's post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was so caught in the rain that by the time I reached sch, the part that was not covered by the jacket was totally wet and so was my bag plus it kinda soaked by books. The worst thing was my shoes and socks were toally soaked. I was like walking in a fish tank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Futhermore, it was just the beginning of sch. Yea, a whole lot of us were late and got to stand outside the hall. I realised smt- I can't stand for too long. I'll have a very bad backache, feel like vomitting and fainting spells. Wow, now that I actually typed them out, it seems quite bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During english today, I really cldn't tahan so I fell asleep.I'll bet I was the only one who practically fell asleep thru out the lesson. But I did ask Bhatia some qns. So that kinda makes up for sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So what if lessons ended at 1.20 today? We can't even get out till 2! Goodness. Glyn and I were stoning in the canteen. Oh, when we were walking towards the gate, the security guard stopped us. Apparently he thought that we were skipping lessons. WTH. He even asked- Where are you going? Do you know that you need a special pass to go out of sch before 2? BTW, it was 1.50. He made us wait for 3 min before he went off to open the side gate so we just walked outta sch. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever man.. What's the diff between 1.50 and 1.53?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I left the house to go back to sch for prac, it was drizzling so I took the big umbrella and left. After 1 min, it stopped raining. I looked like some kiasu auntie who's afraid of the sun. *Auntie Angeline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the end, those who saw me with the brolly laughed at me. After prac, it wasn't raining and when I reached home, it started raining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WAHHHHHHHHH.. Very cool la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I kinda felt a lil sense of achievement after prac. I just can't believe I'm the one who's enthu abt prac now when I used to dread them all the time last year that everytime I hear us do scales, I just have the urge to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yay! I finished Math and there's still SS skills to study for. Hooboy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13772957-8531309616765987345?l=meltingaway-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/feeds/8531309616765987345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13772957&amp;postID=8531309616765987345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8531309616765987345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13772957/posts/default/8531309616765987345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltingaway-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-forgot-to-mention-this-in-ytds-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Trademark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13381571134982434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
