<?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-12961861</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:23:40.995+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet secrets :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-3496469839885829054</id><published>2008-11-24T15:27:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:08:10.103+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SSqeydQfiuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hznX0GRrcmE/s1600-h/i241464963_599_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272200903475038946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SSqeydQfiuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hznX0GRrcmE/s320/i241464963_599_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii watched some ballet and r.gym montages today. there was this montage featuring the life of ballerinas and the words in white that appeared, are so very true. it's etched inside, somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A life of heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fat is the Enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loneliness is your Friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pain is the Price"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just something to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and watching how they train made me feel so inspired to work out :D all the gym body conditioning exercises, stretching etc. 80 "fu ji" [ii'm not sure what is it in english, but pillow knows] 40 with a dictionary and 40 without (: and it's actually good that ii worked out today to tire myself out. then it'll be easier to sleep tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and we've finished the whole variation of &lt;em&gt;grand pas classique&lt;/em&gt; :DD my feet &lt;em&gt;kill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and and ii've found an &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; CD to listen to while working out. and doing housework. "Street Vibes 7" *nods head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272205123463974306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SSqioF8QjaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zEnz3SJHn6s/s320/1654211298_c3523abe92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it took me &lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt; to find that picture. ii won't tell you what ii typed into the search engine - that would be giving the secret away. go figure. isn't that one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii really really want to go away. someplace wild. wild and yet peaceful. away from the mudane-ness of singapore. it's so predictable here. wake up; eat breakfast; go to school; cca; come home; dinner; homework; sleep. so enclosed, so secure, and yet so suffocating. how can anyone &lt;em&gt;stand &lt;/em&gt;living like this? ii can't say how much ii want sit alone on a dune and watch the stars all night. here, it's lamp posts and traffic lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’d better slow down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t dance so fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is short,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The music won’t last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you run through each day on the fly?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you ask "How are you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the day is done do you lie in your bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the next hundred chores running through your head?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’d better slow down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t dance so fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is short.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The music won’t last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever told your child, "We’ll do it tomorrow?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in your haste, not see his sorrow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you never had time to call and say "Hi?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’d better slow down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t dance so fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is short.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The music won’t last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is like an unopened gift…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thrown away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do take it slower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear the music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before your song is over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Slow Dance" by David L. Weatherford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-3496469839885829054?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/3496469839885829054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=3496469839885829054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/3496469839885829054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/3496469839885829054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/11/ii-watched-some-ballet-and-r.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SSqeydQfiuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hznX0GRrcmE/s72-c/i241464963_599_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-7785074407899804097</id><published>2008-11-20T16:58:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:39:09.503+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SSVtLv0GXBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gSd_4BbFF-I/s1600-h/i133769108_79971_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270738987488009234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SSVtLv0GXBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gSd_4BbFF-I/s320/i133769108_79971_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's a ballet-themed picture cos we're doing repertoire in pointe class now and ii'm also reading Eva Ibbotson's A Company of Swans. so adorable right (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and FIINAALLYYYY the internet's working! ii've been having spastic fits the past few days just &lt;em&gt;itching&lt;/em&gt; to go on the computer! after four days, my inbox is flooded with mails. mostly from Facebook. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ii had so much to say the past few days, ii've forgotten all about it now! grrrr... oh ii remember. miss wee keeps calling on me all the time during pointe class - every single lesson! if ii get a jellybean for every time she's said my name, ii'd be diabetic. and that reminds me, ii have to go search &lt;em&gt;grande pas classique&lt;/em&gt; or ii'm gonna look wierd on sunday when everyone does an &lt;em&gt;attitude&lt;/em&gt; and ii do &lt;em&gt;petite retiree&lt;/em&gt;. but ii really can't imagine doing the whole variation on pointe. my feet kill even before ii reach two-thirds =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii LOVE LOVE LOVE &amp;hearts; my junior siow pin! :D she's such a dear! don't ask me why. ii've got a hundred billion reasons but ii'm not going to list them all out here. but ii love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched national treasure 2 today (: as usual, ii gave unnecessary sound effects :P my sister wasn't too pleased XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another short post. ah well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-7785074407899804097?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/7785074407899804097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=7785074407899804097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/7785074407899804097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/7785074407899804097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-ballet-themed-picture-cos-were.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SSVtLv0GXBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gSd_4BbFF-I/s72-c/i133769108_79971_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-6597933914634350603</id><published>2008-11-13T16:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:21:32.902+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SRwmkwY7fwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JOWhUeVf88I/s1600-h/i219962020_62875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268128077023248130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SRwmkwY7fwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JOWhUeVf88I/s320/i219962020_62875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots of things to do during the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- revise! [urgh!]&lt;br /&gt;- tidy up my room&lt;br /&gt;- beg my parents to let me have a hammock in the balcony :DD&lt;br /&gt;- CHRISTMAS SHOPPING! [can't wait can't wait!] :P&lt;br /&gt;- go to egypt!&lt;br /&gt;- vegetate in genting&lt;br /&gt;- WATCH TWILIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;- get my piano teacher off my back for not practicing&lt;br /&gt;- christmas cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trained for soooo long today =[ close to four hours! and ii brought my ribbon stick and we didn't do ribbon at all -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this woman on the train with a killer B.O ii mean, seriously. never heard of deodorant? or antiperspirant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-6597933914634350603?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/6597933914634350603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=6597933914634350603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/6597933914634350603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/6597933914634350603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/11/lots-and-lots-of-things-to-do-during.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SRwmkwY7fwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JOWhUeVf88I/s72-c/i219962020_62875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-1831243100283034578</id><published>2008-11-12T17:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:27:45.955+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SRrjFyKKulI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/I0vj233mgQk/s1600-h/i184183829_65380_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267772402666486354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SRrjFyKKulI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/I0vj233mgQk/s320/i184183829_65380_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii'm blogging again! ii bet pillow and keatkeat are peeing in their pants in happiness :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuition in the morning, lunch at pasta mania with yuqing. and then hung around the christmas card section at Popular for almost half an hour trying to decide which set to buy -_-" and then hung around laser flair looking for clearance sales stuff. and then came home, napped for a bit, then watched Cat In The Hat :P then shower, piano practice, out for dinner. what a pathetic day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii'm thinking. ii really really &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; singapore. ii hate how ii pratically have no life here. ii hate that every weekend is the same predictable routine. in doha there was a party at someone's compound every weekend, for god's sake! oh and ii hate how there's never any stars in the sky. ii hate how ii have to get up so freaking early every morning and get home so freaking late every night. oh and ii hate school. ii hate eating the same food every day, ii hate how so many people push their belts so low till they look pregnant. and ii hate how they try to act so hardcore. it really isn't fooling anybody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, deep breaths. ii pump up my blood pressue tomorrow during training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh ii was looking though sophie's birthday pics which nick uploaded on facebook. and there's this pic with lizanne and richard g. with uncle ken and allyson and dylon in the background. there's an example of how big the chances of meeting someone else you know in doha is. take a picture in a restaurant and someone you know may be sitting in a table next to you. oh and the restaurant was Applebees' (: wayy better than those shit "restaurants' you get here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah crap. this just sucks balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-1831243100283034578?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/1831243100283034578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=1831243100283034578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/1831243100283034578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/1831243100283034578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/11/iim-blogging-again-ii-bet-pillow-and.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SRrjFyKKulI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/I0vj233mgQk/s72-c/i184183829_65380_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-5145634946775183365</id><published>2008-10-24T16:41:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:12:45.361+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SQHQ-XMLxnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rORhsIWa0n8/s1600-h/i245305891_45255_7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260715609541035634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SQHQ-XMLxnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rORhsIWa0n8/s320/i245305891_45255_7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;came in to school way earlier than supposed to! also because ii didn't get the message about coming to class at 8.30. ii was so annoyed; ii could've slept for an hour longer! but then pillow came too and we went to the tao huay shop with huiyi for breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maths was pretty okay, ii actually understood the stuff. but me and pillow were so tired, every time there was a pause, we dunked our heads on the table. strange what tao huay can do to you. or maybe it was the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then it was bio (which was practical) quite fun, pillow made rosti. or rather, her version of rosti. raw tomatos sliced up -_-" but it was pretty funny :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during recess we kind of walked around, didn't really eat much. ii just wasn't hungry. it was still pretty grey outside but it wasn't drizzling. somehow, it reminded me alot of being in london. london was always that wet and gloomy. but it made me miss RAD alot. too much, in fact. that was so long ago. well, if last august is considered ages ago. fun times, those. especially the sneaking out bits and illegal slumber parties (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what ii really really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want now is to go to Switzerland. actually, any Scandinavian county will do. ii just want to sit on the Alps on the grass and look at the sky. the air is so fresh there, it makes you see things differently. and there's no place else where you can be as free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260720988448408178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SQHV3dLownI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jc1zMibUj5w/s320/2521937062_e281084594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii feel lik eating jellybeans now. but my dad's cautioning me about my sugar intake =[ ii'll stop once ii've finished the Starburst and Toblerone and Smarties (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alpengluhen -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-5145634946775183365?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/5145634946775183365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=5145634946775183365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/5145634946775183365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/5145634946775183365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/10/came-in-to-school-way-earlier-than.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SQHQ-XMLxnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rORhsIWa0n8/s72-c/i245305891_45255_7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-5259597684493768855</id><published>2008-10-19T16:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:02:03.132+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SPs3wVQC6cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/M2kqXwI05_k/s1600-h/i245305613_10103_7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258858293362878914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SPs3wVQC6cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/M2kqXwI05_k/s320/i245305613_10103_7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so in between. ii forgot to bring my umbrella and ii got caught in the ran while walking up to fort canning for ballet from funan =[ and it made me feel so &lt;em&gt;urgh&lt;/em&gt; and ii wasn't in the mood for dancing cos ii was soaked to the bone and my hair looked like rats tails. and then ii had muscle ache from all that gym and it took me &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; to get down to my split =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was still raining swiss wahaes and mushrooms when my pointe class ended but sylvia offered to give me a lift home (: and then ii was planning to dump my stuff at home and go to the library cos the sky looked so much better. didn't turn out that way in the end though. god decided to be mean and made the angels cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sis and ii got into a fight, the physical one. and then she decided to be freaking annoying and poured hot milo down my hair. and then ii totally refused to talk to her and then ii pushed her and she nearly fell out of the kitchen. and to get me back she kept turning off the wireless so ii couldn't use the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ii feel so off, like something's missing and ii don't know what it is. and a few days ago pris said something along the lines of me not really smiling the whole year. and ii didn't understand. cos ii thought ii was pretty okay. and ii was pretty sure ii did laugh or smile quite alot. ii mean, ii know ii'm still missing doha and my entourage but ... ii felt pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. ii hate feeling like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-5259597684493768855?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/5259597684493768855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=5259597684493768855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/5259597684493768855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/5259597684493768855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-so-in-between.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SPs3wVQC6cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/M2kqXwI05_k/s72-c/i245305613_10103_7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-1023771959539938159</id><published>2008-10-17T17:38:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:10:14.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SPijmncpgBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ix5TMfVNEnw/s1600-h/i182136796_89264_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258132448774553618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SPijmncpgBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ix5TMfVNEnw/s320/i182136796_89264_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was AWESOME (: ii &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; the new seating arrangement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's huiyi, rachel, me, pillow on the second row&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and chunnie, keatkeat, bernie, min yee on the third row (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ii can turn around and talk to them any time ii want! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yupyup. and ii had so much fun poking rachel in the ribs! her reactions are HUGE. the first few times ii poked her she literally jumped off her chair XD and it was during bio! and mrs lim was like "rachel..." cos she couldn't see me poking her XD haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then during recess ii bought ovalteenies. and ii was munching them throughout maths and chem and english XD must be the reason why ii was so high today; OVERDOSE OF CAFFEINE :P ahaahaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND AND AND during english we were doing comprehension and there was this word in the passage "concubine" and mr searle asked us what it meant. then huiyi said "XIAO LAO PO" and mr searle, being ang moh, didn't understand and he heard "sell pork" :P and he was like "no, concubines don't sell pork!" and then all of us laughed, pillow nearly falling off her chair. and then after that pillow kept asking "what do concubines do?" and we both answered "SELL PORK!" :PP both of us were pretty high over the ovalteenies XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then rachel suddenly said bubbles (as in the powerpuff girls) and ii announced "okay. ii'll be mojo jojo and pillow can be my turban" :P and then pillow said something about turning my baby against me and ii decided to change my turban to keatkeat. and the pillow said she'd conspire with keat2 so ii changed it again to chunnie XD haha! chunniie is INCORRUPTABLE. or was it uncorruptable? oh who cares. you get my point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the pillow said, there's is no was both of us can sit next to each other, we'd both fail our O'Levels XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we went to macs for lunch with keatkeat and huiyi and huiyi brought her video cam! so she was videoing us all as we walked down the slope to macs! and commenting about keat's gay umbrella with lace XD it was so funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then on the way back she started to interview me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;huiyi: ruiyun ii'm going to interview you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;huiyi: what's your name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: monkey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;huiyi: what do you do besides eat bananas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and pillow at the same time: SWING ON TREES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;huiyi: do you know anyone with three nipples?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: do ii know what sdgsdhfdfd?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pillow: ii heard "do you know anyone with three nipples?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yeah ii do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;huiyi: who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: HUIYI!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahaha... and then ii forgot what else she said. oh but she interviewed pillow too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ii feel so good. ii'm blogging and facebooking and doing this quiz at the same time! ii'm a MASTER MULTI-TASKER! as you can see, the ovalteenies hasn't worn off yet :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gym was okay, we started at around 2.45. ii did better on my ball routine (: OH HAPPY DAYYY! and then my juniors siow pin and rebecca asked me to teach them the attitude step and ii couldn't help remembering how beverley used to have problems with that step too. dang. ii miss her heaps! *sighs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii still ache all over. but not so much now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;II CAN'T WAIT FOR MONDEEEEE. ii'm going to rent my books again! and buy my shorties! AND TAKE A LOTTA PICTURES! ii swear, my facebook photo album is getting stale. mosquitoes are gonna start breeding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BANANA CHIQUITA!&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/12961861-1023771959539938159?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/1023771959539938159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=1023771959539938159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/1023771959539938159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/1023771959539938159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-awesome-ii-love-new-seating.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SPijmncpgBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ix5TMfVNEnw/s72-c/i182136796_89264_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-1880444461663902528</id><published>2008-10-14T16:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:42:42.101+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SPSdyhR5XmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/j9SU58soceY/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257000156300664418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SPSdyhR5XmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/j9SU58soceY/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;today was a quite a bad day. ii failed chemistry, and only passed emaths by two marks. two careless marks lost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and if that wasn't enough, ii still had training. and after not training for almost one and a half months, ii'm extremely stiff. and teng didn't help one bit. my left leg split has always been weak. it takes me &lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt; to get down to 180 degrees. ii just happened to be pushing myself to 180 when she walked by and said "how come you're so fat? you're so stiff now!" ii couldn't care less about the "fat" bit. it's not like she's any thinner. but the "stiff" bit really stung. cos ii've tried for eons to push myself that much farther and ii'm sorry but the rest of the team are still wayy better. even my juniors. it's so embarrassing when ii've got to ask them how the routine should be done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and ii trained so hard today, throwing the rope up trying to get the step right, my arm is &lt;em&gt;sore.&lt;/em&gt; it hurts like crazy when ii lift it *sighs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and when ii was on the train today there was this guy sitting across me. ii couldn't help staring cos one of his eyelashes was WHITE. ii mean the whole set of eyelashes. wierd, ii tell you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okaye, these popups are really annoying me now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the good thing is: II'M NOT GETTING RETAINED! (: oh joyy... :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;banana chiquita -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-1880444461663902528?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/1880444461663902528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=1880444461663902528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/1880444461663902528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/1880444461663902528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-quite-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SPSdyhR5XmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/j9SU58soceY/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-7412039904672550421</id><published>2008-10-13T12:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:33:56.434+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SPMYsKbAsrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sCLkZemgbKc/s1600-h/i224440898_80151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256572337062458034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SPMYsKbAsrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sCLkZemgbKc/s320/i224440898_80151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii'm fookin pissed. ii mean, seriously. as if ii haven't got enough to make me woebegone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;end of year results - ii know for certain ii did SHIT so yeah. all that about getting retained. cos ii REALLY DON'T WANNA BE RETAINED.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cca. ii know, like, &lt;em&gt;what?&lt;/em&gt; but ii'm like the worst out of everyone on the team, it doesn't exactly boost my morale. and ii end up working like shit, and the coach still thinks ii don't work hard enough. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stupid bitch anisa. HOW &lt;em&gt;DARE &lt;/em&gt;SHE INVITE JADU TO HER SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY?! huh?! HUH???! she deserves punishment. something along the lines of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fire ants&lt;/span&gt; would be appropriate. or maybe &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blood-sucking spiders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ii know this makes it seem as though ii've got OCD but ii can't help it. it's not fair, ii'm stuck in this shithole and she's there having a go. URGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and ii can't believe ii gave up the opportunity to go for a shopping spree today where everything was on discount. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. ii actually went to the LIBRARY. ohmygod. ii must be having some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wierd hormonal change&lt;/span&gt; that's making me&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; potentially psycho&lt;/span&gt;. and one of the books ii borrowed was "This Must Be Love". pretty much a modern "A Midsummer Nights Dream". and Helena in the story is seriously egoistical. ewww. ii mean, "&lt;em&gt;... but ii managed to look as unpertubed and dignified as ever,&lt;/em&gt;" geez. get a life. Helena's got some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;serious issues with her mentality.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the one good thing is ii've got the class beach party to look forward to! (: it just came up to me today, and yup. details aren't finalised yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and ii have 5 gatherings at my place in 4 weeks. and they're all my parent's friends. this is SO. NOT. FAIR. ii really don't have a life here. and richard's complaining about his Alevels in doha. &lt;em&gt;geez. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh great. &lt;/em&gt;now ii've lost my bookmark *sigh* ii think ii'll thump it out on the piano. you know, kismet should really warn us when we're gonna have a shit day. maybe give us a thunderstorm or hailstones. then ii'll know when to seize the, you know, carp or whatever it is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUILLOTINES AND GORE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-7412039904672550421?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/7412039904672550421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=7412039904672550421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/7412039904672550421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/7412039904672550421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/10/iim-fookin-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SPMYsKbAsrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sCLkZemgbKc/s72-c/i224440898_80151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-1469091348442895855</id><published>2008-10-07T15:06:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:05:21.972+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SOtRn4V4_yI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/amK_1cv4KRI/s1600-h/i291456516_9435_5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254383135838764834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SOtRn4V4_yI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/amK_1cv4KRI/s320/i291456516_9435_5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was &lt;em&gt;AWESOME&lt;/em&gt; (: exams are over (woots!) and ii have shopping and more shopping to look forward to! PICNIC DRESS, HERE II COME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to priscilla's house with huiyi for a movie marathon (: ii seriously feel &lt;em&gt;spoiled&lt;/em&gt; when ii go to her place, her dad made us english breakfast again (: at home, that's a rarity. we watched DOA &amp;heats;, half of enchanted, 200 pound beauty - dominique came outta his room to watch it too and ii think he must've thought it wierd that there were three girls in front of him crying at the same time XD and pris was holding the tissue box and passing tissues around :P and and and princess diaries (: ii swear, Miachel Moscovitz (cutie!) looks &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; like selim with his hair gelled up at the independence day ball! the resemblance was so similiar, it was freaky! and it reminded me of doha. alot. *sighs* when am ii ever going to stop missing that place? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had fights over my baby! haha. but damn, he smells good (: must be because of priscilla's moisturizer. and she got so pissed at me and huiyi for putting him on the dining table :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ii just found that my stinking speakers aren't working so ii've got to use my sister's com to watch videos. urgh. and as if ii don't have to put up with her hormones now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii feel bored... even though there's like a million things to do. run around screaming with a scissors, for one. or slide down the banisters, possibly endangering my life, which is pretty pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii can't wait for shopping tomorrow! spotlight in the morning with my mom and pris, and then pris and ii are gonna hit the shops in the afternoon! :DD ii need shorties! and those cute baby doll tees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii was searching for pics on kristen stewart and robert pattinson and it's so annoying when desperados post those tacky images saying "ii ♥ edward cullen" on those stupid note paper you can find on those stupid sites. it's freakin annoying. &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;satin and sadism - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-1469091348442895855?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/1469091348442895855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=1469091348442895855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/1469091348442895855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/1469091348442895855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-awesome-exams-are-over-woots.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SOtRn4V4_yI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/amK_1cv4KRI/s72-c/i291456516_9435_5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-9037843780318273228</id><published>2008-09-13T12:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:02:54.026+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SMuM00mgNzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vf6cCiP84c4/s1600-h/disturbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245441030104299314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SMuM00mgNzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vf6cCiP84c4/s320/disturbing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had to watch a video of elephants being culled during english yesterday. it hurt so much just to watch it, so much that it made me cry. how cruel us humans can be, killing for the sake of money. just for ivory and for elephant meat. we're so heartless. ii told my parents about it over dinner and my mom showed me this video her friend had sent her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on these chinese farms, foxes, minks, rabbits are skinned alive. they're still alive and kicking. are we so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sadistic&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cruel&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ruthless&lt;/span&gt;, that we don't even let them have a painless death? it makes me so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ashamed to be a chinese&lt;/span&gt;. they beat the poor animals on the ground, with sticks etc. and these animals are left outside at extreme temperatures. the animals are so desperate to get away, the throw themselves against the metal cages and bite themselves. are we the reincarnation of the devil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine how much pain, how excruciating it is, having your neck stepped on repeatedly? or being skinned alive? or having your head bashed against the floor over and over again? the poor animals, they can only whimper, their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;soundless screams no one can hear&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; please go to &lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/feat/ChineseFurFarms/index.asp"&gt;http://www.peta.org/feat/ChineseFurFarms/index.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and take a look at humanity's acts of "kindness"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-9037843780318273228?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/9037843780318273228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=9037843780318273228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/9037843780318273228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/9037843780318273228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-had-to-watch-video-of-elephants.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SMuM00mgNzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vf6cCiP84c4/s72-c/disturbing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-4087134591563582051</id><published>2008-08-26T15:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:06:28.057+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SLP5ewcPOSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hPMxUVjO5hc/s1600-h/i224486812_59069.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238805098356750626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SLP5ewcPOSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hPMxUVjO5hc/s320/i224486812_59069.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;urgh, ii'm having such a bad day today... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;painter guys came today to paint my room. okay. the dumped all my stuff onto my &lt;em&gt;bed&lt;/em&gt;, washed their paintbrushes in my &lt;em&gt;sink&lt;/em&gt;, scratched my new study table (ii don't know how they did it) and soaked my bathroom floor. and as if that wasn't enough, a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;suicidal beetle&lt;/span&gt; flew onto my &lt;em&gt;bra.&lt;/em&gt; that did it. ii was so pissed at whacked it outta the window. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then ii had an argument with my mom yesterday about my attitude problem and we got it resolved today. not so bad. my dad made my go out and buy dinner and he drove me there. not a problem. and then he said he'd pick me up from the carpark basement where the motorbikes are. ii didn't really think much of it until ii was standing  in the basement with my hands loaded with plastic bags. ii was waiting so freakin &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt;, and then there were all these people &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;staring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at me. and if that wasn't enough , all these motorcylists were staring at me too as they parked their bikes. as if ii was some creature in the &lt;em&gt;zoo,&lt;/em&gt; those stupid morons. and then when ii got annoyed at waiting so long ii called my dad and he was like "can't you wait?" and ii replied "it's creepy here!" and then when he came he totally refused to talk to me, like, HOW IS THAT MY FAULT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the good thing was my room is now painted a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gorgeous lilac&lt;/span&gt;. and ii've got to put up with the disgusting smell of tinner that comes with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;spent nearly an hour and a half on the piano cos there was nothing much to do and ii couldn't sit still at the dining table. at least my pieces sound better than just random tinklings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chatting with cameron, he's changed quite a bit. he's very... &lt;em&gt;different &lt;/em&gt;now. he was much sweeter, ii think, that time. but ii haven't spoken to him in such a long time, ii could've forgotten. but he's still very lovable :DD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;banana chiquita - &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/12961861-4087134591563582051?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/4087134591563582051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=4087134591563582051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/4087134591563582051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/4087134591563582051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/08/urgh-iim-having-such-bad-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SLP5ewcPOSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hPMxUVjO5hc/s72-c/i224486812_59069.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-4293445965539665415</id><published>2008-08-25T15:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:31:20.980+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SLKpMfgr43I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4nrlhdbIQEs/s1600-h/i110797044_17807_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238435348667425650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SLKpMfgr43I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4nrlhdbIQEs/s320/i110797044_17807_2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha! pris is so psyched by seeing bella and edward together (: they look so sweet right? *giggles* really makes one wistful, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ii was so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in the morning ii was pratically &lt;em&gt;wrapping&lt;/em&gt; myself up in my sweater! and ii always end up sleeping when it's cold or raining [they usually go hand in hand together] and it was JUST SO COMFY. then someone banged on the table waking me up from my beauty sleep! grrr... LYNETTE LIN! she came just to ask me whether we had training today. ii wouldn't know, would ii?? which reminds me, ii need to ask her if we have training tmr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ii feel like such a good kid now, ii'm actually trying to pay attention in class! no more daydreaming or falling asleep, EOYs are coming. ii can't wait till it's over! ii'd better get good grades, ii &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; don't wanna get retained. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's so cool that ii finally went online today after so long and cool people are online (: not the usual gays! WOOOOOHOOOOO! probably because summer hols are coming to an end, everyone's back in doha. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;ii was just talking to cameron, &lt;u&gt;HE LIVES IN JAKARTA&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron  says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thts nice to hear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&amp;amp;&amp;amp;-] ♥ADDIE -    [cheeky look! (:]                       puppielove. innocence.           ♣ --    `littlematchgirl. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ii'm in singapore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&amp;amp;&amp;amp;-] ♥ADDIE -    [cheeky look! (:]                       puppielove. innocence.           ♣ --    `littlematchgirl. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what abt you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron  says: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh are u shitting me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron  says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;u live there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&amp;amp;&amp;amp;-] ♥ADDIE -    [cheeky look! (:]                       puppielove. innocence.           ♣ --    `littlematchgirl. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uh huh &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron  says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&amp;amp;&amp;amp;-] ♥ADDIE -    [cheeky look! (:]                       puppielove. innocence.           ♣ --    `littlematchgirl. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ii left doha for good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&amp;amp;&amp;amp;-] ♥ADDIE -    [cheeky look! (:]                       puppielove. innocence.           ♣ --    `littlematchgirl. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron  says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;holy shit &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron  says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;am gona come an see you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*SHRIEKS* him and his friends were planning on visiting singapore over a weekend! ii was just browsing through his peeks on facebook. &lt;em&gt;damn,&lt;/em&gt; he's grown so much taller now! the last time ii saw her before he left, we were the same height! now he's like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;freakin 5"8!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and wernie's pissing me off -_-" he hasn't changed one bit! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watched A Midsummer Night's Dream during e lit todeee. it was okay, ii love the fairies the best (: very ethereal and dance-y and you get my point. there was this bit where Lysander touched Hermia's *ahem* and some squirmies screamed/yelled/shrieked (ii ought to be a thesaurus). ii mean, yeah, it should be censored, but &lt;em&gt;please,&lt;/em&gt; at least control yourself so people think you're not getting high over that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;au revior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-4293445965539665415?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/4293445965539665415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=4293445965539665415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/4293445965539665415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/4293445965539665415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha-pris-is-so-psyched-by-seeing-bella.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SLKpMfgr43I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4nrlhdbIQEs/s72-c/i110797044_17807_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-2372207739263390439</id><published>2008-08-22T17:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:08:59.941+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SK7PQNn1FPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_WFNBd-89Bg/s1600-h/2391071021_58ed7813f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237351294120039666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SK7PQNn1FPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_WFNBd-89Bg/s320/2391071021_58ed7813f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;found that while looking for pics on the Twilight series and Robert Pattinson (: keep staring, it's sweet, innit? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ii had PMS today! pris bought me Breaking Dawn and she was reading &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; book! thing is, ii have this rule: no one is to read &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; book until ii've read it, even if ii've read it before. ii'm sorry ii'm sounding so freakishly possesive but that's the way it is. and the whole incident resulted in me being extremely high-strung and quick to anger. and ii got pretty pissed at her, and sort of kept snubbing her, which ii'm sorry for. this sounds so cliche, like what you everyday apology sounds like -_-" grrr...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as you can see, PMS again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and today my boobs kept getting targeted by Kristin, Elizabeth and Clarissa! ii mean, seriously, it's just getting way too far. ii won't say ii'm pissed, ii'd say ii was unpleasantly (but not much) surprised. and a lil` taken aback too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ii just took this quiz thingamajigga on Facebook. ii'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alice Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ii was on the bus home today when ii suddenly thought about the things ii regretted. pretty strange, a tad out of ordinary, but then again, ii'm not EXTRAORDINARY (: haha. so anyway.  things ii regret: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;not hugging everybody in doha goodbye! esp diaan and andreaa and pieter! =[ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wasting my first nine months in doha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not spending more time with my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;petite cheries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not spending enough time in that music room on the second floor &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not spending enough time with Miss Akiko and Ms Tianka!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;ii probably have alot more, but these are the ones that matter the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;things ii don't regret:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;kicking reed on the shin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wiping shaving cream all over jadu and nas'r&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"stealing" keatkeat's phone :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PISSING RUEBEN OFF BY CALLING HIM A STALKER (it's true!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, those were the times (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and and and ii was flipping through old Connexios and ii saw a picture of pris with allison! dang, pillow, you haven't changed much! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my back hurts... =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;[ velvet &amp;amp; vendetta ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-2372207739263390439?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/2372207739263390439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=2372207739263390439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2372207739263390439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2372207739263390439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/08/found-that-while-looking-for-pics-on.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SK7PQNn1FPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_WFNBd-89Bg/s72-c/2391071021_58ed7813f5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-2252337881513847608</id><published>2008-08-11T16:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:56:18.431+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SKZ5wp8MpcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TKRD9PXCkX8/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235005493663802818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SKZ5wp8MpcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TKRD9PXCkX8/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SKBESzX7qyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sijfAdX1U4w/s1600-h/i103223520_363_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;ii haven't blogged for a long long time. keatkeat has been reminding me to do so every time ii see her XD so ii shall blog now, &lt;em&gt;ma cherie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;didn't feel like going for the overseas education talk when ii woke up this morning so ii sat in my balcony and finished reading Eclipse. ii started it yesterday at 2-ish (ii even remember!) and finished it this morning, ii feel so accomplished! and ii must be getting the Twilight flu now. ii'm not obsessed, ii think, just &lt;em&gt;interested. &lt;/em&gt;ha, pris will have something to say bout that, ii'll bet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;there must be something wrong with me, cos ii start reading twilight when everyone's already geared up for the conclusion -_-" and ii can't even get &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt; right! there was this flu going around one-two weeks ago and ii was fine, now everyone's recovered and ii'm getting an on-off sore throat -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;went to the Stephanie Meyer's website and saw the Twilight movie trailer and ii'm &lt;em&gt;so disappointed! &lt;/em&gt;Robert Pattinson aka Cedric Diggory is &lt;strong&gt;SO NOT CUTE &lt;/strong&gt;and the other cast characters are not anymore gorgeous! Bella looks okay (there's one super gorgeous pic of her) to me , so that's a plus, but &lt;em&gt;Robert Pattinson?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Robert Freakin Pattinson as Edward?? ewwwwwwwwwww! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he's got that vamp-milky-white-pallor and all that yada yada but he's SO not fit for the part. anakin skywalker ain't that cute but ii think he would've been a better bet! Taylor Lautner aka Jacob's cute (: he's got that boy-next-door loo. and it's so strange, he can look like so teenage, and yet so mature! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ii still think guardian angels are so much more gorgeous. don't ponder about it, that wasn't your cue to go berserk over what ii'm hinting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;and the renovation guys are back again, and now they're working on the auto gate. *sigh* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and the Regent Secondary band are practicing their pieces again. URGH. they've been at it for the past two hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the weather's annoying me! thunder keeps rumbling and then it drizzles a little, then the sun comes out, then the sky darkens and there's thunder again. MAKE UP YOUR MIND! ii've got things to plan, you know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;ii've been so out of luck this week, ii've had a rhythmic gym club chucked at my head and now there's a bruise (ii know it wasn't intentional, lowlies!) and ii've bruise on my wrist and right hand because of spinning the hoop so much and there's lump on my foot because of my stupid accident with the barre. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;[calico and corpses]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-2252337881513847608?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/2252337881513847608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=2252337881513847608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2252337881513847608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2252337881513847608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/08/ii-havent-blogged-for-long-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SKZ5wp8MpcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TKRD9PXCkX8/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-671693002074980414</id><published>2008-07-31T16:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:55:57.376+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ii think ii lost my form for the national day thing o.0 urghh. ii think it's such waste of time, making this stupid long chain around singapore and saying the national anthem together. can't we just go to school the usual time and end like 10+ like we always do???? then ii have the rest of the day to shop! so annoying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiyi gave me a chocolate bunbun today (: ate it during maths class test xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii love&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; juxtapositions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you know, cos they don't tend to make sense. and ii like things that don't make sense so ii can say "WHAT THE HELL YOU TALKING ABOUT DOOD?" :P yes, ii love juxtapositions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep in social studies and ii had no idea ii did until ii suddenly woke up and found my head on my books. at least my daddy's driving me to school tomorrrow (: ii get to wake up laterrr..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Powder Puffs were standing in front of the mirror admiring their looks -_-" the look pretty enough to turn milk sour. and that's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. deal with it, botch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played the Secret piano scores with priscilla during recess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after school went with lynette for the leadership workshop thing. played games etc etc. pretty boring, and my usual catchphrase - it was a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after using so many it-was-a-waste-of-my-times, ii don't think people even &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; what a good use of my time is. if ii'm in my room with a glass of sparkling juice and instrumentals and a &lt;em&gt;decent&lt;/em&gt; book, that's not a waste of my time. if ii'm stretching, not a waste of my time. and neither is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chillaxing&lt;/span&gt; with the darlings. everything else is almost defintely a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this girl in my class, she always tags along, trying to be one of the "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;in crowd&lt;/span&gt;". can't you tell that they're just using you? ii don't even sympathise with you cos you brought this upon yourself and it was all your choice. ii really don't understand how blind and stupid you are. are you too proud to ingratiate yourself with another clique, rather than those girls whom you call friends, who seem so close, but actually gesticulate and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;backstab&lt;/span&gt; each other? what's wrong with you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[ taffeta and terror ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-671693002074980414?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/671693002074980414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=671693002074980414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/671693002074980414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/671693002074980414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/07/ii-think-ii-lost-my-form-for-national.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-493324817949291547</id><published>2008-07-30T12:15:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:31:21.968+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SJAyfAfGxBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qTmS44hhl_8/s1600-h/funny2_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228734675664946194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SJAyfAfGxBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qTmS44hhl_8/s320/funny2_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well. ii was on the bus on my way home from school yesterday and there was this girl in front of me. red mini-shorts, little miss brainy top. she met her friend on the bus, dressed much more conservatively, very much like a chav. yes, CHAV. so anyway. after like 3 minutes or so, one of the guys sitting at the back of the bus came down and asked her for her number. and he didn't even &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; her. and she was stupid enough to give it to him! that guy looked to be about sec 1 or 2, very naive, very "suave". DEYI SECONDARY. lame. anyway. the minute he got her number he gave it to all his other friends. and then after getting her number then did he ask her name. CONNIE. &lt;em&gt;ho-kay&lt;/em&gt;. we still have so many desperados in the 22nd century. everyone, please empathise with these freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my neighbour just got two new dalmation puppies! they're &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; cute! and when ii put my hand in through the grills one of them nibbled at my fingers XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the broken radios kept screeching again. today. and yesterday. and the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii feel soo extremely pissed today. ii'm pissed at the stupid wanton store guy for being so stingy and giving me only &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; minute pieces of wanton and too much noodles and too little sauce. and ii'm pissed at my dad for telling me off and saying "i'm not picking on you, it's your attitude problem!" yeah well frankly, ii don't give a shit. it's always "YOU AND YOUR ATTITUDE PROBLEM" ii really feel like &lt;em&gt;strangling&lt;/em&gt; someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii'm pissed at living in this hellhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keat and ii have this imaginary friend. he's called Bob. Bob says hi. Bob is gay and his boyfriend's called Jimbob. Bob lives in my wallet. Jimbob lives in Clarissa's chair and is constantly getting squashed. it's a hard life. Priscilla's imaginary friend is called Pimple. and Whitehead and Blackhead are Pimple's henchmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. ii feel seriously retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;au revoir&lt;/em&gt; my fellow retards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-493324817949291547?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/493324817949291547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=493324817949291547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/493324817949291547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/493324817949291547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/07/well.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SJAyfAfGxBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qTmS44hhl_8/s72-c/funny2_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-1194584742078589235</id><published>2008-07-25T16:58:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:30:39.450+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SIniusCY-gI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OyEeBtsBwog/s1600-h/ethan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226958134263216642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SIniusCY-gI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OyEeBtsBwog/s320/ethan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MY GORGEOUS! I LOVE YOU, ETHAN! &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. some people were &lt;em&gt;filing&lt;/em&gt; their nails in class today, and they continued with their singing -_-" honestly, if ii wanted to hear shit music ii'd buy a useless radio. cos that's exactly what they sound like. USELESS RADIOS. and the class is not a boutique. please keep your manicures and facials to your own room. ii really wanna change seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keat and ii had so much fun playing with a spatula during chemistry! :P and we got told off quite a few times for it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had gym recess, ii can't wait to find out who's the new captain! ii hope its &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;II LOVE MRS ELAINE LIM!&lt;/span&gt; :DD she's so nice and accomodating! her lesson as the last period and alot of us were so sleeepyy! but she was showing us these powerpoint slides and annice was sleeping and then she said "annice." and asked her a question and right after annice answered she went back to sleep again. and mrs lim just shook her head and smiled! :D ii wish all my teachers were like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back home, planned to go to the library and then go shopping but then my dad offered to drive me there before dinner. but then something happened so in the end ii only got to return my books =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii'm bruised all over! yesterday night yuqing was bunking over in my room and it was &lt;em&gt;soo &lt;/em&gt;crowded in there! then the phone rang when the lights were already off and ii tripped over my dressing table chair and nearly hit my head =[ and then yuqing asked "did you hit your head?" and ii said "no" and she was like "oh &lt;em&gt;damnit&lt;/em&gt;!" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keat and ii had a very fun candid camera session! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226956939591774098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SInhpJihb5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/sHhDG6Gkg3A/s320/P1000444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226956942240393794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SInhpTaAKkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/CHF56CQGN2Q/s320/P1000449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226956948411613218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SInhpqZVgCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-MvlME-axdI/s320/P1000451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226956953978192690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SInhp_IgwzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QY7G066byRE/s320/P1000468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226956956198156818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SInhqHZyuhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/liSQHboazVw/s320/P1000470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AAAHHHHAHAHAHA! PRISCILLAAAA! she looks so cute right (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bye &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;poopheads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dot.dash.dot.&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/12961861-1194584742078589235?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/1194584742078589235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=1194584742078589235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/1194584742078589235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/1194584742078589235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-gorgeous-i-love-you-ethan-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SIniusCY-gI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OyEeBtsBwog/s72-c/ethan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-2479778215610728921</id><published>2008-07-24T11:36:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:04:01.357+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SIhFcN3IkJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yXEBXdk5X0o/s1600-h/Teletubbies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226503718623023250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SIhFcN3IkJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yXEBXdk5X0o/s320/Teletubbies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was boring. lynette popped by during maths (ii think) to give me the rest of her egg and sandwich (: haha, ii was so hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths was okay. ii understood everything (: fell asleep in chinese, ii'm so tired these days! watched three videop clips during english which was actually quite interesting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my day was still pretty boring all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... singapore, the black and white photo of the 22nd century. old-fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. came home, the renovation people were working on the courtyard and car porch aka veranda and the smell of tinner was&lt;em&gt; overpowering&lt;/em&gt;! ii couldn't help feeling nauseous. so ii ran up the stairs nearly crashing into the Ming vase (o,0)! &lt;-- haha! looks like panda! just without the ears! ANYWAY. escaped to my room and found that my mom dumped my sister's menagerie of animals on my &lt;em&gt;bed&lt;/em&gt; and how'm ii supposed to sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and ii uploaded some pics from my phone! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226500634154520818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SIhCorUiUPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wVkp6_hczWg/s320/02072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;keat keat and ii! ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226500638097264082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SIhCo6AjzdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AVbQy6rPpo0/s320/30062008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;huiyi made that for meee ♥ :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226500639422592482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SIhCo-8iteI/AAAAAAAAAFA/e8zgYOOYnBk/s320/30062008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ii drew that on keat's leg XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226500637211049186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SIhCo2tRPOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SLn1v7n56FU/s320/30062008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the fail-safe way to mend shoes: use a stapler!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226501295786586530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SIhDPMF6caI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uaIM_Fn14qI/s320/27062008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;poopheads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥-♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-2479778215610728921?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/2479778215610728921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=2479778215610728921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2479778215610728921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2479778215610728921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SIhFcN3IkJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yXEBXdk5X0o/s72-c/Teletubbies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-5694522878715862845</id><published>2008-07-23T15:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:25:55.447+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH HAPPY DAY! ii finished all four tests this week! &amp;amp; ii actually did my maths homework! I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED! WOOOOHOOO! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained today! (: and ii was snuggled up in my oh-so-comfy jacket! &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; the life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day today ii've been telling myself ii'm gonna have a lotta things to blog about. apparently now ii'm stuck for things to say o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! my auntie beatrice is coming to stay tomorrow! and yuqing's pissed cos she's gonna have to give her room up :P and ii'm pissed cos she's to bunk over in &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;room and ii'm probably going to freeze to death cos she likes the AC on really low while the lowest ii can go is 25 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii feel so blessed (: ii have two &lt;em&gt;AWESOMEST, BESTEST&lt;/em&gt; friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Priscilla lets me tickle and poke her! it's not my fault she's so pokeable! :P and she's always there for me! and we're never short of things to talk about! and laugh about! and bitch about! and she always brings me blueberry muffins when ii'm sweating buckets in gym! LOVE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Keatkeat lets me lie on her lap when ii'm still in LALALAND! and lets me lie back on her knees during boring assemblies! and she's so fun to tease! ii say "yee keaaaattt" randomly and event though she knows ii'm just out to tease her, she still plays along! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course my entourage in Dohaaa &amp;hearts;! ours is a beautiful love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii'm boredd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii'm gonna watch TEEVEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;poopheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-5694522878715862845?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/5694522878715862845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=5694522878715862845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/5694522878715862845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/5694522878715862845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-happy-day-ii-finished-all-four-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-2113370112550995751</id><published>2008-07-21T14:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:06:35.394+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ii swear, ii really hate monday mornings. ii just CANNOT get up! and it's my bed feels &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; comfy and warm and you get my point. and this morning ii was so groggy ii got up at the wrong side of the bed. again. urghh.. ii hate school =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii'm listening to the GOONG &amp;hearts; soundtrack now (: makes me feel like watching to show again! *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aujourd'hui, the china exchange program people came today! two girls and two guys, ii think. or was it two guys and three girls? *thinks* my memory span seems to be getting shorter. hmmm... so. lots of flirting :P there aren't even that cute -_-" and there was this shorter guy that looked like this guy ii met when ii was going my performance course in London and ii nearly expired of heart attack! ii wasn't wearing my glasses so ii couldn't see properly. and ii remember the London guy was called Ronson XD and we used to roll our 'r's so it sounded like rrrrrRRRRonsonnnn :P ii must say, he took it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this french girl in dilligence who was coming for a short while, ii think. ii liked her pink tank top (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess was spent rushing through last-minute history revision. ii was writing down so many notes! yesterday ii was highlighting info while stretching before pointe class. ii was going splits so it was easy (: to highlight, ii mean. and mr wong, the eccentric pianist peered over my shoulder and said "how are you going to remember if you highlight so much? ohhh ii know! you just like to decorate your book right?" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. history ii was so nervous. when keatkeat and ii read the first question, our jaws dropped open. PANIC ATTACK! but ii think it was okay, though my history is terrible, ii really shouldn't get my hopes up. ii was writing so much and my fingers were so tense! ii was gripping my pen&lt;em&gt; so hard&lt;/em&gt;! no wonder my hand so much afterwards. and ii didn't get to finish the paper =[ ii didn't even weigh the factors and write a conclusion for my structured essay! =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii'm sick of singapore food. ii wanna go to Applebee's! but singapore's so lacking it doesn't even &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; and Applebee's! and ii thought Doha had nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD. ii'm so jealous! ii've just been looking through my Doha friend's Facebook albums and &lt;em&gt;MON DIEU&lt;/em&gt; they're at beaches and AWESOME countries like France and Rome getting a freakin` gorgeous tan while ii'm here in Singapore working my butt off =[ life ain't fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;poopheads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-2113370112550995751?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/2113370112550995751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=2113370112550995751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2113370112550995751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2113370112550995751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/07/ii-swear-ii-really-hate-monday-mornings.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-8996465721000281882</id><published>2008-07-18T10:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:03:34.485+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ii was going to blog yesterday but ii'd an A Maths test to study for =[ so today should be a longer post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social studies was quite okay, mr tan mistook me for ruijun or ruijun for me -_-" ii mean, seriously. we look &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; alike! and then he asked us "If ii said America, what does it make you think of?" and he answered stuff like freedom, liberty, all those Mandela and Luther King stuff. and then he asked about Switzerland, and ii was like shouting really loudly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;CHOCOLATE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;haha :P if you ask me, the Swiss are &lt;em&gt;wayy &lt;/em&gt;nicer and more considerate than Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ii just remembered! my uncle has six toes! o.0 random, yes ii know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had free period for biology (: but the class was sooo freakin noisy and it was mostly the councillors that were making all the noise! especially priscilla tan! she was screaming and shouting at the top of her voice, it was really &lt;em&gt;tres ennuyeux! &lt;/em&gt;ii don't even now &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; she got to become a councillor. how irresponsible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had gym recess today (: after eating we went upstairs to the gym to play! LOVE! we played the werewolf game and then after that we played another game which ii can't remember the name of. we did so much running and chasing after each other it was so funny! note to self: my reaction time is DAMN SLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, ii kind of miss training. ii really need to stretch more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RENOVATION!!! my car porch is gonna be turned into a patio-like area! and we're gonna have the floors parquet-ed or something (: ii can't wait to see it! and my room's gonna have a BALCONYYYY! LOVE &amp;amp;hearts :DD and ii think we're gonna remove the trellis and add a veranda or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, this post was short! ii expected it to be longer! but there you go, singapore, the place where nothing happens. ii hate here. my diary hasn't been written in in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for PIANO PRACTICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;poopheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-8996465721000281882?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/8996465721000281882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=8996465721000281882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/8996465721000281882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/8996465721000281882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/07/ii-was-going-to-blog-yesterday-but-iid.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-8058926522419721743</id><published>2008-07-16T11:58:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:17:48.195+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ii forgot to blog about this last time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;foo-face! she was so stoopid. like, her hands were dirty cos of the greenboard. and she asked for tissue. and then she found that she couldn't clean her hands properly so she used the liquid for removing blackboard mark and squirted it onto the tissue. and wiped her hands with it -_-" it's freakin` acidic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jacobs wasn't in school so we had free period :DD ii was so guai, ii did my social studies graded assigment (: pris was folding the paper roses with bernadette, huiyi, chunnie etc. for bern's church fund-raising. there was a lotta screaming in the classroom which was really making me annoyed. but moomoo was so funnie! she went SSSSHHHHHH SSSSSSSHHHHHHHH SSSSSHHHH! so many times, ii asked her "do you want to go to the toilet?"and she was like "ii already went!" k, it doesn't sound funny here, but it was then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my butt muscle hurts! so this morning ii did splits in class but it didn't help much =[ ii only felt the stretch in my hamstrings (ii think that's what it's called). &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;these are 3 out of the 65 pics ii took at the gym competition (: despite the stress, we still had fun :DD&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223537737693764898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SH275Z4VnSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rdR-v72q-ck/s320/IMG_6060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223537258649850418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SH27dhTXkjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7jkNryCo0qE/s320/IMG_6051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223537166538389746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SH27YKKSOPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4V7_Q7GLoPs/s320/IMG_6043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;poopheads&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/12961861-8058926522419721743?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/8058926522419721743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=8058926522419721743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/8058926522419721743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/8058926522419721743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/07/ii-forgot-to-blog-about-this-last-time.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SH275Z4VnSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rdR-v72q-ck/s72-c/IMG_6060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-8107029407725759072</id><published>2008-07-15T16:01:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:15:20.507+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up late this morning (: yes, ii meant the smiley face. ii was supposed to get up at 5 but ii got up at 6.07 after my mom called up the staircase, "GIRLS, IT'S 6 O' CLOCK!" you should've seen me jump outta bed (: ii nearly got up at the wrong side XD but then my daddy drove me to school (: and for once in my life, ii didn't reach school at 6.30! oh boyy ...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was okaye, we did baseball. my aiming was farking shit today. ii swear, ii didn't even &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; where ii was throwing! but my catching and pitching were great (: but ii can't believe how bad ii'm getting at baseball! playing with the guys back in doha really helped. ii better not lose my touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were all these people drilling when ii got home and they stared at me until ii told them that ii lived here :P and then they were like "OH SORRY SORRY!" :P ahaha. it was so hard to study so my dad sent me off to the library (: it wasn't so bad, ii actually got some work done! and school ended at 1.15 today so ii'm super psyched! ii had lotsa time to laze! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was at New York New York (: oh yumm. the portions were &lt;em&gt;sooo &lt;/em&gt;big! ii only ordered half a spring chicken and ii felt so full even before ii finished it! my younger sis (YOUNGER!) helped me finish it! ii swear, her tummy is really getting more elastic these days, while mine is &lt;em&gt;shrinking&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister borrowed a Baby Blues comic book from the library (: its so damn cute! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;poopheads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-8107029407725759072?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/8107029407725759072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=8107029407725759072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/8107029407725759072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/8107029407725759072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/07/woke-up-late-this-morning-yes-ii-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-4014852890441018105</id><published>2008-07-14T14:33:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:25:09.024+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;aujourd'hui,&lt;/em&gt; we watched The Pianist in history. it was &lt;em&gt;so sad,&lt;/em&gt; and ii can't believe how cruel the germans were to the jews. there was this scene when the germans stomped throught the Jews district and made this family on the top floor open the door. then they went inside while the family was having their dinner. theis german guy barked out something which must have meant "stand up!" cos that's what the whole family did except for the old grandfathe who was in a wheelchair. the germans made him stand but when he couldn't, then two german officers lifted him in his wheelchair and threw him off the balcony. needless to say, he died. ii knew what was going to happen and ii didn't want to see so ii covered my eyes. then the germans made the rest of the family go down into the streets and made them run. and as they were running, they shot them. that bit nearly made me cry in anger and pity. call me over-emotional, call me way too sentimental but that scene was just cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii was looking through my old essays in my thumbdrive. ii did this essay when ii was in doha, for history as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Last One Standing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was always the three us, John, Eddie and me. We were inseparable. Eddie and I grew up together, sharing our few toys, learning to crawl in each other’s kitchens. John took over as the head of the family after Dad died 5 years ago. He taught me how to ride a bike, everything Dad would have done before he died. Nobody was surprised when all three of us enlisted to help fight the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trembling with excitement as we joined the long queue of men signing up. We were told that it would all be over before Christmas. The thought of coming home victorious with all the glory was enough to make us enlist. The faces of Mother, little Abigail and my Sarah shining with unspeakable joy was all I thought about. How foolish we were then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost evening and yet, the sun still flared murderously overhead. My uniform stuck to my skin as buckets of perspiration rolled down my face. I hurt all over from the long hours I had to stand manning my post at the front line. I darted a look sideways. I could tell Eddie was feeling the same way I did. John was having a much-needed rest in the cramped dugout behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years had passed since we first signed up. It felt like a lifetime ago. I felt a tap on my shoulder. John looked down at me with his piercing blue eyes. “Time to change over,” he said. His eyes were heavy with fatigue and lines were already appearing on his forehead. I muttered a hoarse “thanks” and disappeared into the cooler, but still stifling heat of the dugout. The swig of water did not help the dry, parched feeling I had in my throat. I lay down onto the mattress and tried to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sleep eluded me. The words “Gas….GAS!” echoed around in my head. The memory of the gas attack replayed itself over and over again in my mind. John, Eddie and I had only just fitted the clumsy helmets in time. Another member of our army was not as lucky as we were. I saw him gasping, stumbling. I could do nothing but look on helplessly as he staggered and choked. He plunged towards me with a glazed look in his eyes. I’d never forget that look. He’d blundered about like a blind man before finally collapsing on the ground, his body frozen in death. I tossed and turned, trying to compose my mind to sleep. I finally did, and dreamt a dream of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;We took up our positions as dawn spread her pale fingers across the cloud-shrouded sky. Our division was one of the 13 British divisions to attack the German Second Army at the north of the Somme River. John’s section formed the right of the company while Eddie’s and mine formed the vanguard. We lay flat on the ground after the first bound forward. I caught sight of John and called to him, making a thumbs-up sign with my hand. He answered with a smile. How tall he was! He stood with his head erect and his eyes full of pride. At the sound of the bugle, I saw him running forward, with his bayonet fixed. He soon disappeared in the crowd of soldiers. That was the last time I say my brother alive…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie and I had been fighting side by side. Shells exploded around us incessantly. Towers of mud kept rising and falling. I watched as our comrades fell, one after the other, like dominoes. I saw them flying…flying… I saw corpses blown into trees, hanging there like grotesque puppets. Looks of naked terror were etched on their faces. This was murder in cold blood. We’d come so far. I didn’t know how not to keep going. My legs kept running forward, refusing to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly tripped over a body. The corpse stared at me with its piercing blue eyes – where had I seen that before? And then it dawned on me. John. Indescribable pain gripped my heart. His body was riddled with bullets and lying in a pool of his own blood. A kind of coldness came over me and I discovered that I couldn’t scream or cry. I was ice. Dead. The word struck me cold and brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about John playing with Abigail when she was a baby. Throwing her up in the air and catching her in his arms. He used to do that to me, too. I was never afraid that I would fall. I felt completely secure when I was with him. I remembered his gentle smile, a smile that I’d never forget. He made everything seem alright. I didn’t know what I would have been without him. He reminded me of home, of Mother, of Abby and of Sarah. He reminded me of how happy we were before the war. When we could do anything we wanted to, when we could eat as much as we wanted. Life used to shimmer with hope and happiness. Now I wasn’t sure what life was anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the warmth of my home; the comfortingly normal snow-white table cloth, the feeling of security. Mother always had a light touch when it came to baking. She’d cover the cake with apricot glaze and stud the cake with little pearly balls and glacé cherries. I missed sitting on top of One Tree Hill watching the clouds go by, without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took John’s hand in mine. It was cold. So cold. I heard Eddie shout my name and grab me by the scruff of my collar. We had to keep moving. I got to my feet shakily. It seemed like a crime, leaving my brother. But there was nothing I could do about it. Eddie and I fought our way through, trying to make it to the wire. The explosions all around us were deafening. So far, we’d been lucky. Apart from a few bruises and cuts on our arms and faces, we were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world suddenly went silent and I felt myself in the air with Eddie beside me. I tried to push myself up, but then I realised that I couldn’t move my arm. It was bent at a weird angle and my forearm was missing. A searing pain ripped through me. I looked at Eddie. His face was deathly pale and his breathing came in short and ragged gasps. Blood was oozing out of a wound in his stomach. Did I just say that we’d been lucky? How ironic. Then the world was plunged into total darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;“You gotta cast the line out as far as you can, Will. As far as you can, alright? That’s the only way you can catch any fish,” said John and I was bathed in his gentle smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled through a sea of grogginess to open my eyelids. I was in an unfamiliar room lying on white sheets. Eddie was in a bed across mine. I hobbled over and shook his arm gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey,” I whispered. Eddie opened his eyes and gave me the ghost of a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey,” he replied. He winced as he tried to laugh. “Remember those battles we had with sticks from the wood? We thought we’d be alright, didn’t we?” He leaned back against the pillows. “You’re strong, Will. You’ll make it. Tell Mother and Jenny that I love them, okay?” Eddie gave my hand a squeeze with as much strength as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” I said my voice catching. “I won’t forget you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know you won’t,” Eddie answered and smiled at me. Then he closed his eyes and I knew that he’d never open them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- END - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;reading it still makes me cry. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ii'm annoyed. ii mean, ii'm freakin &lt;em&gt;online&lt;/em&gt; after so long and nobody &lt;em&gt;interesting's &lt;/em&gt;online! all ii keep seeing is "Connor is now online" -_-" ii mean, Connor's a dear, but why can't Jadu or Richard get online like &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;?? Richard says he may be coming to visit in August :D ii so can't wait! he'd better come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and ii'm doing my english speech. and ii've been searching on the internet for the past half hour on "singaporean tv programmes are lousy" and all ii get is JUNK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had ballet yesterday (: we did pointe for so long! my feet are still numb *groans* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bye &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;poopheads&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/12961861-4014852890441018105?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/4014852890441018105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=4014852890441018105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/4014852890441018105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/4014852890441018105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/07/aujourdhui-we-watched-pianist-in.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-5651347019863788798</id><published>2008-07-12T08:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:15:12.742+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GYM COMPETITION - its so hard to talk about it cos ii don't know where to start. and ii don't think ii want to because it'll mean re-living all those tears and anger again. it's really strange how they always manage to calculate our marks wrongly, every single year. for all of us, it isn't about losing. we've always gotten first, second or third overall. not this year. apparently. mrs yeo wanted to see all the B div girls. immediately after hearing the results, beverley, lynette and jolene went straight to the results board. we should've gotten overall second. ii don't get it. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE JUDGES? and the fucking system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the semi-finals the raised all our hopes, telling lynette that for now she was first in the compulsory overall. that gwendalinne, cecelia and xin xian were first/second for one or two apparatus. during the prize presentation, they didn't even win a thing. this mack girl from RGS came in first for B Div compulsory. and lynette's total score was higher than hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though ii didn't compete, ii could see how hard all of them worked. lynette and the others trained every day for the past two weeks. and they get nothing. it just did not seem fair. as joey so rightly said, it's not about losing. it's about the injustice of it all. no one could hear the bell for the start of the xiao ji ti music. no wonder my juniors were confused. the judges refused to let them redo the routine. but gladys chua, whose ribbon music stuttered halfway, was allowed to redo her routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can they raise our hopes like that, and then take it away from us later? all of us, we cried so many tears. and right after the prize giving, we had to take group shots. the primary came in overall champion, so that's a plus. but all of us secondary were so shocked, upset and angry that we didn't even care about taking pictures. after telling us numerous times to get into the picture, one of the moms lost her temper at gwendalinne, cecelia, xin xian and justina. she yelled at them to hurry up and get into the picture. and it wasn't even the secondary team pic. it was for the primary team pic. and gwendalinne and the others were C Div secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can she yell at them like that? she can't understand what it's like for them, working so hard and then losing everything. how can she scream at them like that, when they're all feeling so hopeless and tired, and angry? so what if she was a gymnast trained by teng before? she should've been more understanding. doesn't she know what failure feels like? her daughter and ii used to be in the same ballet class and ii'd always see her coming to pick her up outside the studio. she always seemed so friendly, so nice. now ii see who she is. and ii don't even want to say it. her fake, made-up face, done to hide her despicable true self. ii hate you, do you hear me? II HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall know the final results on monday, when the irresponsible judges have re-calculated he results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-5651347019863788798?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/5651347019863788798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=5651347019863788798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/5651347019863788798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/5651347019863788798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/07/gym-competition-its-so-hard-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-8583631826164635439</id><published>2008-06-11T15:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:48:55.165+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;mon dieu, je suis tres fatigue. urgh. &lt;/em&gt;my back hurts like &lt;strong&gt;CRAYZEE&lt;/strong&gt; and my legs hurt almost just as much and ii've a bruise near the hollow of my ankle. gee, describing my battle scars make me feel so much better! not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii have so much homeword left to do and a chemistry test to study for and ii really shouldn't be blogging but if ii so much as &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; at the pile of unfinished homework ii think ii'll really have a nervous breakdown. and ii trained so hard in gym today and lost so much water [saying that is a lot more classy than saying "ii sweated alot"] and lately ii've been sleeping at 2am ish. not that ii want to, ii &lt;em&gt;just can't sleep! &lt;/em&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my stupid freakin mom just came in and said "stop chatting." for fook's sake, ii've been working my ass off! and priscilla and keatkeat just told me there's a chem online quiz and chem hw. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;II FEEL AN UNRESISTABLE URGE TO BITE OFF SOMEONE'S HEAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ii hate the way things keep piling up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii need to sleep. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii got really pissed at someone in gym today. ii mean, she just really doesn't know how to count properly at the right time. when you &lt;em&gt;grande battement a la seconde&lt;/em&gt; on the right and left leg you can get your leg up higher if you count slightly faster. that stupid girl was counting so freakin &lt;em&gt;slow,&lt;/em&gt; no wonder everyone's legs kept cramping up! and then when you &lt;em&gt;grande battement derriere&lt;/em&gt; it's better you count slower so you can gain momentum and speed to get your leg up to 180 degrees. that stupid girl counted so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boyy... facebooking is fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ii was on youtube and ii came across this video of the Beauty and the Beast musical we did in January :D and the Finale - Transformation Reprise bit was so nice! ii think it was Pieter's dad who filmed it. anyway. ii saw myself dancing (: and ii saw clarissa lift me into the fishtail dive which both of us were so worried about! damn, IT LOOKED GOOD! ii miss doing musicals! it was so fun then, on the night of the performances the teachers had to keep telling us to SHUT UP cos the dressing room was right next to the stage and the audience could hear everything. and ii remember kevin and ii would hide under the table and pull the costumes of the other characters walking past XD and we'd watch Rush Hour 3 on someone's ipod - Trishan's ii think. and ii remember clarissa, courtney and ii had to always run along the whole perimeter of the backstage so we'd be in time for the Finale :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-8583631826164635439?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/8583631826164635439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=8583631826164635439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/8583631826164635439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/8583631826164635439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/06/mon-dieu-je-suis-tres-fatigue.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-2658730008107536846</id><published>2008-06-05T16:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:45:25.262+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ii feel like puking =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today had tuition in the morning... boring stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched barbie. yes, &lt;strong&gt;BARBIE&lt;/strong&gt;. the swan lake one and the princess and the pauper (: ii feel so young at heart! haha. and ii also watched Pochahontas Part II :D so nice! and so romantic! *sighs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ii realise when ii read other people's blogs or hear people at school talking, it's like, they love st. nicks so much. so much that they get sentimental. it was the same at camp. it's nice to see people feeling so much for the school. ii think ii used to be like that. but then after ii've come back from doha, ii don't think ii can ever love st. nicks or singapore the way ii did back then. everything's changed, everything's different, no matter how much ii want to cling onto last year, it's like, things are moving and there's no stopping it. doha was once in a lifetime. ii only wish ii'd cherished it more. ii find myself thinking, "in doha ___ was better etc etc." now, finding fault with singapore is kind of second nature for me, but ii can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the library and borrowed two thick books (: ii realise if ii find a book that ii like, and it's part of a series, and ii can't find the other books on the shelf, ii won't borrow it. even if it sounds appealing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ii also realise that if ii'm studying, ii &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; cannot listen to instrumentals. because ii'll start thinking about the instruments playing and what key it's in and ii start trying to figure out what the notes are. and ii couldn't sleep yesterday night so ii called priscilla and we chatted for almost an hour :D and ii was telling her about that and she was like "what's wrong with you??" :P and when ii called her father answered the phone and he was so nice to chat with me too (: and he was like "priscilla's taking a cold shower" XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my quote for the day : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: eeee, why's the bowl so oily?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yuqing: &lt;em&gt;hello?&lt;/em&gt; it's CHICKENATED water, genius!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for keatkeat cherie, GOONG PICS! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208392756632894162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SEftne3SOtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jKybIeN_JP0/s320/normal_ph93et4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208392760927861474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SEftnu3SOuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QFu0nObxgEE/s320/ph129cd0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208392760927861490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SEftnu3SOvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/G6GatD4I4bA/s320/normal_2ivl8gw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;au revior, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;poopheads&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/12961861-2658730008107536846?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/2658730008107536846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=2658730008107536846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2658730008107536846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2658730008107536846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/06/ii-feel-like-puking-today-had-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SEftne3SOtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jKybIeN_JP0/s72-c/normal_ph93et4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-2454457981815970368</id><published>2008-06-04T16:26:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:44:51.254+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SEaYlOWEMDI/AAAAAAAAADw/dvtaoQIBMGI/s1600-h/goong1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208017784373784626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SEaYlOWEMDI/AAAAAAAAADw/dvtaoQIBMGI/s320/goong1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *SCREAMS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SEaYleWEMEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jvR56JaUypc/s1600-h/img_6_70_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208017788668751938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SEaYleWEMEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jvR56JaUypc/s320/img_6_70_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AWWWWWWW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SEaYTeWEMCI/AAAAAAAAADo/CKB5XRO2ohA/s1600-h/goong150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208017479431106594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SEaYTeWEMCI/AAAAAAAAADo/CKB5XRO2ohA/s320/goong150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "this is the size of your thigh" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ii have pretty much nothing to say, so ii'll just crap. aimlessly :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my apple's so crunchyy! &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had to buy curry puffs for mommy today but ii couldn't remember &lt;em&gt;where&lt;/em&gt; the stall was so ii was pratically walking around Jubilee for a whole 15 mins. ii even called keatkeat to ask! oh and ii bought BUBBLE TEA &amp;hearts; again! heehee. this time ii didn't buy from AMK Hub. and the lady &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; what ii wanted and got me PEACH MILK TEA. oh yumm... :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; because my number used to belong to my mommy until she got a new SIMcard, she forgot to text all her contacts about her new number. so every now and then ii get texts from her friends and ii have to forward them to my mom. so there was once ii got this text from "Eunice" it said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"ii'm expecting my second one .etc etc. (can't remember) and hope we can meet up..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and because when you forward texts, unlike e-mails, you don't see who the original sender was. and my mom nearly had a heart attack when she saw the text. thank goodness at the end of the message was the name "Eunice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;poopheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/12961861-2454457981815970368?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/2454457981815970368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=2454457981815970368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2454457981815970368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2454457981815970368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/06/screams-awwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SEaYlOWEMDI/AAAAAAAAADw/dvtaoQIBMGI/s72-c/goong1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-7274725064033692300</id><published>2008-06-03T14:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:33:27.986+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ii sent a bgillion e-mails to people on Pianofiles requesting for Ice Pond Goong - Princess Hours sheet music. a very simple request. ii got a reply from this person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi..i am sorry i have deleted away that piano score from my computer because my computer's memory was full that day... but i have another goong song attached... hope u dun mind... btw can u send me AUTUMN IN MY HEART?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO II CAN'T. ii can't find that score on this computer. and &lt;em&gt;hello?&lt;/em&gt; ii asked for &lt;strong&gt;ICE POND&lt;/strong&gt;. not Goong S - Miracle for god's sake! OF COURSE II FREAKIN MIND! ii've been waiting for that song for &lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt;! some people just &lt;u&gt;PISS ME OFF&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazed about most of the day until 12.30 when ii left for training. had cup noodles, met xin xian on the bus, made her eat my fries etc. training was okay. ii really need to work harder! oh and ii bought bubble tea: PEACH MILK TEA. the lady gave me this &lt;em&gt;disgusting&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;brew&lt;/em&gt; that ii was pretty sure would give me diarhoea &lt;-- ii'm pretty sure something's missing there, but heck. and then when ii was on the train home there were so many people getting on at yishun ii was &lt;em&gt;squished&lt;/em&gt; to the wall by this stupid woman. ii mean, there was so much &lt;em&gt;space&lt;/em&gt; on her left but &lt;em&gt;no,&lt;/em&gt; she had to stand so freakin close to me. so to annoy her, ii slurped my disgusting bubble tea EXTREMELY LOUDLY in her ear. *sly grin* SERVE YOU RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii walked home from yew tee MRT station cos the bus was taking sooo long to arrive! it was a pretty nice walk cos it was windy so that's a plus for today! :D saw this minor car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii'm so tired. my knee hurts. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;poopheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-7274725064033692300?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/7274725064033692300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=7274725064033692300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/7274725064033692300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/7274725064033692300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/06/ii-sent-bgillion-e-mails-to-people-on.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-8477465147474192245</id><published>2008-05-29T15:57:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:25:32.200+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ii have nothing much to do. ii'm seriously bored. *groans* so out of the million other things ii can do, ii blog. clap for me, infidels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii just found out today that mr choo was leaving! my jaw pratically &lt;em&gt;dropped&lt;/em&gt; open! ii can't imagine him leaving! he was one of the teachers that made my entry in st nicks okay! he actually made me feel &lt;em&gt;included.&lt;/em&gt; not saying that all the other teachers made me feel out of place, but ii just did. he must be one of the most cheerful teachers ii've ever met. ii can't believe he's leaving! ii haven't known him that long, but ii felt so bereft when he gave his so-called farewell speech. to tell the truth, it made me feel like crying. ii guess ii lost it when ii saw keatkeat huddled up in tears. why do all the good people have to leave? people always leave. the look on his face when he said the speech was ... ii don't know how to explain it. utterly ... forlorn. ii'm not explaining this well. ii don't even want to think about what's going to become of us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205785500891492370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SD6qVOWEMBI/AAAAAAAAADg/jg2-y4mcwXU/s320/IMG_5618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;it's so gorgeous, right? (: my neighbour got it for me! SWAROVSKI CRYSTALS! &amp;hearts;  it's a guardian angel :D *hinthint*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gym was okay, ii really admire my seniors. they really have &lt;em&gt;perseverance&lt;/em&gt;. and it was so nice of them to encourage me to push on and stretch just a little bit longer. *touched* :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;keatkeat was so sweet to lend me her GOONG soundtrack CDs (: ii &amp;hearts;  you dear! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and ii was just doing this quiz on Facebook: What's Your Sixth Sense?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clairsentient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling is your sixth sense. Called clairsentient (clear feeling), your inner voice is one that touches on your empathetic nature. What does this mean? Well, you're probably the most emotional of your friends and you are very in touch with the feelings of others. As a clairsentient, you often know something is wrong because you experience an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach (or the opposite for good things). It might be that your friend has had a bad day--but hasn't told anyone--and somehow you just know what's going on. Often this type of intuitive knowledge cannot be explained. We bet you've got a bunch of friends, and who wouldn't want a friend that just knows without being told...especially on those bad days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o.0 &lt;/p&gt;okay. ii think ii'm just gonna go or ii'll keep crapping till the sky falls. CHICKEN LITTLE! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;poopheads&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-8477465147474192245?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/8477465147474192245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=8477465147474192245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/8477465147474192245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/8477465147474192245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/05/ii-have-nothing-much-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SD6qVOWEMBI/AAAAAAAAADg/jg2-y4mcwXU/s72-c/IMG_5618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-4723650795454387568</id><published>2008-05-28T10:40:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:44:05.575+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SD0VHOWEMAI/AAAAAAAAADY/R54pBCa7kl0/s1600-h/KJH_GOONG48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205339958164074498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SD0VHOWEMAI/AAAAAAAAADY/R54pBCa7kl0/s320/KJH_GOONG48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SD0Nx-WEL9I/AAAAAAAAADA/HFTJqJ6gYKU/s1600-h/2099770860058024841znqxaW_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ii had to choose a pic that would make keatkeat squeal again :D so are you squealing yet, keatkeat? :DD haha. ii do admit, it's alot less suggestive than the previous post! haha. priscilla was nuts over this picture too :P and ii found an absolutely &lt;em&gt;gorgeous&lt;/em&gt; picture of min hyorin (: ii ♥ her name! ii'm actually seriously considering naming my daughter hyorin! *laughs* now that ii've finished watching Goong, it's kinda sad cos the whole suspense was really quite fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205336977456771042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SD0SZuWEL-I/AAAAAAAAADI/eZIQrhdgaDA/s320/gung_p06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overslept this morning [6.15!] and nearly tripped down the stairs trying to get down! and then when ii got to amk mrt station ii nearly missed the bus but got on just in time (: and ii reached school just in time too! :DD and even had time to buy mushroom bread! ahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then in chemistry ii began to have this horrible migraine and it just kept coming and going and coming and going! *groans* and it continued during chinese. dang. ii don't feel like talking about it. so ii came home instead of going for gym. ii was &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; afraid of fainting in gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during maths it was quite funny cos huiyi suddenly went "da chang jing!" and ii was like WHAT? BA ZHANG?! okay. ii need to dig my ears. it was so funny! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ii was surfing on the net just now. and found what would have been Goong 2. it was just the story in black and white. but at least, right? there were only four chapters -_-" but anyway. at least Yul began to like some other girl! he's not gonna be sad anymore (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND AND AND. my guardian angel replied! by e-mail! A SUPER LONG E-MAIL! *giggles* 97kb o.0 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205338931666890738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SD0ULeWEL_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/RstiiIVXCuw/s320/2881296310058024841SDYmgf_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and another picture for good measure (: Xin looks so cute here, don't you think? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;poopheads&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/12961861-4723650795454387568?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/4723650795454387568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=4723650795454387568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/4723650795454387568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/4723650795454387568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/05/ii-had-to-choose-pic-that-would-make.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SD0VHOWEMAI/AAAAAAAAADY/R54pBCa7kl0/s72-c/KJH_GOONG48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-5983685251480511820</id><published>2008-05-27T12:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:55:34.752+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SDvVvOWEL7I/AAAAAAAAACw/P6L2l3iIPtk/s1600-h/2180580270058024841iXechU_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204988801637953458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SDvVvOWEL7I/AAAAAAAAACw/P6L2l3iIPtk/s320/2180580270058024841iXechU_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's your cue to squeal (: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*SQUEALS* &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha. ii've finished watchin GOONG ♥! and ii guess you would think it was time for me to get on with other things, such as the holiday homework *hinthint* *groans* we have SHITLOADS of work! this isn't even considered a &lt;em&gt;holiday&lt;/em&gt;! this is CHILD LABOUR. anyway. knowing me, ii'll go even further. ii know spend my time surfing the internet for pictures from goong :P so like me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ii just went downstairs to chop up the red peppers and onions for tonights' pasta ♥. my mom just called and told me to check on the soup every now and then. and its so annoying cos ii have to keep running up and down &lt;em&gt;FIFTY-EIGHT&lt;/em&gt; steps. &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; to check on soup. and oh yah. my hands stink of onions. urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204990352121147330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SDvXJeWEL8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/q2srCI7OPdA/s320/2099770860058024841znqxaW_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there has to be caijing and yul at least &lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt; on blog! haha. so nice, right? and after ii find all the nicenice pics there is of goong, ii'll start searching for soundtracks! HAHA. you can bet your bottom dollar ii'm SO HOOKED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday she told me about one of her other friends who was standing with us on the bus. it was ... pretty unexpected. but ii'm so glad she decided to tell me. not many people would've done that. it seemed a pretty private matter. ii'll always be here for you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and yesterday mrs tan wanted to see me about my history essay. after telling me the whole structure (which was extremely nice of her) she asked me whether ii was coping well. somehow, it was a hard question to answer. she then added "it's like we're draining you." ii guess, ii've been drained so long ago already. what else is there to drain me of? ii drained myself of everything when it was decided that we would move back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*runs down to check on soup*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*runs back up* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mommy's gonna be back at about 7. ii better finish all this before she comes back and do piano practice or "YOUR PIANO COST US $6000 ++ AND YOU DON'T PRACTICE! IT'S SO MUCH MORE EXPENSIVE THAN YOUR SISTER'S FLUTE! ..... " hello? it's a &lt;em&gt;flute&lt;/em&gt;. its bound to be much cheaper! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;poopheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-5983685251480511820?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/5983685251480511820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=5983685251480511820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/5983685251480511820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/5983685251480511820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-your-cue-to-squeal-squeals-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SDvVvOWEL7I/AAAAAAAAACw/P6L2l3iIPtk/s72-c/2180580270058024841iXechU_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-6065656177701888554</id><published>2008-05-24T07:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T07:45:48.700+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had r.gym in the morning. it was so tiring we pretty much just lazed around doing a little of this and a little of that half-heartedly. oh well. ii was training the day before too! met keatkeat at the upper concourse and we went to priscilla's house together =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHMYGOD. IT WAS SO FUN!&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;hearts; we watched &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GOONG &amp;hearts; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; on her brother's laptop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;till about an hour before we had to leave. and then we started to do e-lit. but before that priscilla made MAC &amp;amp; CHEESE! it tasted so yum and yeah, it was pretty awesome! AND AND AND ii brought nina ricci and did a makeover for keat! *SQUEALS* she has &lt;u&gt;GORGEOUS&lt;/u&gt;  eyes when she does them smoky! no denying that ii'm good at makeup :P haha. JOKES. you should see jennifer and sophie. &lt;em&gt;they're&lt;/em&gt; good. so anyway. keatkeat looked so much older than 16! and so &lt;em&gt;mature&lt;/em&gt;. ahaha :DD and ii can't remember what was said before ii replied "it's still EATABLE!" and keat and priscilla say in unison "EDIBLE!" :P my english is really getting worse! *GASPS* ahem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT GOONG! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ii've got till the end of episode 30 :D &lt;u&gt;XIN KISSED CAIJING!&lt;/u&gt; ii really really &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;like the dress caijing wears at that scene! do you think ii can find it anywhere here in the lil` red dot?? ohemgeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's so. damn. romantic! k, ii know ii've said that like a bgillion times already. BUT STILL. speaking of goong ii saw this skin on blogskins featuring cai jing and yul! but they both looked damn &lt;em&gt;EWWWW&lt;/em&gt; inside so uhm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND miyet just sent me an e-mail! &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SHE'S GONNA BE VISTING IN THE FIRST WEEK OF JULY!&lt;/span&gt; even though school's started already. ii can't wait to see my dear schnuckles! ahahaha! LONG STORY! ii've forgotten how that even started! and humayal's taken to calling me peanut lady on facebook. AHEM. ii need to think of a name to call her back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuqing's playing Pochahontas's Colours of the Wind on her flute now :D it sounds so nice! ii don't quite know why, but Pochahontas makes me think of sacapuntas. spanish for sharpener o.0 k. that was just random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later we're going out to shop for her dress for 爷爷 &amp;amp; 奶奶's 50th anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;poopheads&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-6065656177701888554?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/6065656177701888554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=6065656177701888554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/6065656177701888554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/6065656177701888554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-r.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-3708716839733871740</id><published>2008-05-22T17:08:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:41:22.800+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; ii've time to post again :D the past few days have been really hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MY GUARDIAN ANGEL CALLED!&lt;/span&gt; ii just stepped outta the bathroom and ii heard my mobile go off :D and ii nearly jumped outta my wits when ii heard my phone announce the caller! ii &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;surprises! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, what else happened today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya. went to priscilla's place to watch goong before cca (: haha. ii've reached the end of episode 19! *cheers* it's so freaking romantic! *laughs* especially the bit where xin hugged caijing! but then ii still think yul is SO MUCH HOTTER! ahaha. but no one can be as gorgeous as someone else! never ever! and when ii was on my way back to school there was this perv that said "小妹!" and ii was like? "什么?" and he did this disgusting finger sign, not the"F" one. another one. hinthint - stick and hole. and ii was thinking of raising my middle finger but ii realise ii must keep up my good conduct. which isn't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND my right side split is almost touching the floor when ii go on the big blue tofus now so ii'm pretty psyched (: my feet ache heaps now, though. *groans* it's always like this after gym! and ii still have 4 and a half hours tomorrow! *BIG SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii'm so exhausted! ii miss how in doha ii lived right next to school and even when ii overslept by a bit ii could just grab my bag and be in school in 5 minutes tops. now ii get up so freakin early, and ii'm always so damn tired in school! in doha ii was hyper. even in the morning! selim and jadu and miyet used to think ii drank tons of coffee. ii hate coffee! and miyet always had this funny thing in the mornings. ii'd say a long word like "superstitious" and she'd go "ii'm sorry but my brain is still fuzzy and ii can't comprehend a four syllable word" :PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. ii do miss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ii just saw this on facebook "Pieter Van Den Berg is Saw Collins dick. . . Well its Bigger than mine, Bastard! 15m ago" LOL. ii miss pieter too! he's always the funny guy! and there was once during beauty and the beast rehearsals and ii was watching and he came up behind me and suddenly tipped my chair over. but he caught me just before ii fell. you should've heard me scream. ii'm better than the Fat Lady in Harry Potter! honestly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CAMIE'S BIRTHDAY CAKE!&lt;/u&gt; ii'm soo jealous! next time, ii wanna birthday cake like that too! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203210199846104994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/SDWEG-WEL6I/AAAAAAAAACk/8PfY8PoFX_U/s320/n852945222_2951604_5209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; poopheads.&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/12961861-3708716839733871740?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/3708716839733871740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=3708716839733871740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/3708716839733871740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/3708716839733871740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-iive-time-to-post-again-d-past.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/SDWEG-WEL6I/AAAAAAAAACk/8PfY8PoFX_U/s72-c/n852945222_2951604_5209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-8853243348769924043</id><published>2008-05-17T18:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:44:14.464+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k. woke up so early this morning for ballet. and ii was sweating buckets! urgh. ii hate sweating buckets. it doesn't exactly help my water intake now, does it? and ii was wearing &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;black t-shirt&lt;em&gt;. big &lt;/em&gt;mistake. it just made it worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mommy's office to help her decorate it :D and then after that went to CHARLES &amp;amp; KEITH =] got my new pair of heels &amp;hearts; it's pretty awesome :D ii can't wait to wear it for Jubilate! and my grandparents' anniversary! OH OH OH. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ii met my cousin kyna and her boyfriend! &lt;strong&gt;ohmygod&lt;/strong&gt;. terence is so muscular! and ii suppose he's cute in a way. but ii still think someone else is so much cuter! *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my arm itches. k. that was random. but ii like it that way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ii'm chatting to my guardian angel now :D ohhh...much love &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as ii was saying before ii completely side-tracked, MY HEELS! haha. they're higher than ii've ever had =] about 3-4 inches! ooh lala :P then met priscilla outside her music school and we went to woodlands regional library together to sign up for cip. but the librarian was giving us all this shit about yada yada yada. so we had to sign up for something else on the web before going back. what a complete waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yuqing's watching alvin and the chipmunks now :P it's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;alvin: DIRTY UNDERWEAR, DIRTY UNDERWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched goong :D ii can't wait to finish the rest of the series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet are so sore! *groans* it hurt the whole day! and my knee keeps cracking! ohmygod. ii'm only 15! and ii feel as though ii've got rheumatism and arthritis! o.0 that's an exaggeration. but seriously, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye poopheads.&lt;br /&gt;stay stinky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-8853243348769924043?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/8853243348769924043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=8853243348769924043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/8853243348769924043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/8853243348769924043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/05/k.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-1612144573008313448</id><published>2008-05-16T06:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:46:08.433+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ii must get back into the blogging mood again or ii'll have edited my skin for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only 11.01, who'd be blogging now? ii must admit, ii''m probably an oddity :P oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had PE. ultimate frisbee =] it was quite fun, but ii guess only for us cos we were on the winning team. in a way, ii guess we're kind of selfish, picking them as our opposition. especially me. but there was still no reason for a certain someone to try and ruin it. "LET GO." hello?? there's something called &lt;em&gt;rules&lt;/em&gt;, you know. ii must have effing pissed her off too, ii mean, who wouldn't. someone stands in front of your face and goes counting "ONE THOUSAND TWO THOUSAND THREE THOUSAND..." still, no need to lose your temper, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replied to richard's e-mail. haha. he's so random. after a whole paragraph about his bio and maths gcse, he asks "so did you like my hair long or short?" ii've never seen him with long hair! ii'm thinking probably like Pieter. o.0 now that'd be just wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in math it was really quite fun cos me and keatkeat were passing sweets around with complete disregard for the term "diabetes" BUT. ii have an irrepressible sweet tooth so yeah ;D sweets are my weakness =] JELLYBEANS &lt;em&gt;minuscule&lt;/em&gt;. if ii did longer ii would have gone cross-eyed, and then blind. and then ii won't be able to dance anymore. and play the piano. urgh. what a thought. ii must be getting increasingly morbid these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii just had my shower and now ii'm so tired. *groans* my moisturizer feels so good :D okay. ii realise ii'm just going nowhere now so ii think ii'll just stop here before ii lose myself completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye poopheads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-1612144573008313448?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/1612144573008313448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=1612144573008313448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/1612144573008313448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/1612144573008313448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/05/ii-must-get-back-into-blogging-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-9213780435519944655</id><published>2008-05-15T17:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:06:57.466+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes. ii'm finally blogging again! it must have been all those people's blogs ii've been seeing. they have ahhh... &lt;em&gt;inspired&lt;/em&gt; me too continue. ahem. but don't expect this to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii used to be so hooked onto blogger! ii'd blog &lt;em&gt;essays&lt;/em&gt; every day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ii've changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ii have better things to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;like running around the house with a scissors screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;as if. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ii'm so sleepy *yawns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ii desperately need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angst -&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/12961861-9213780435519944655?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/9213780435519944655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=9213780435519944655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/9213780435519944655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/9213780435519944655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-2907052773489429555</id><published>2007-02-23T16:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:21:17.110+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/Rd7pUXsUrMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Rkiq4pKZNUg/s1600-h/IMG_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034717969613368514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/Rd7pUXsUrMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Rkiq4pKZNUg/s320/IMG_0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we look so sweet :D omg. i miss sophie and emma so effing much! damn the holidaes. school on sundae. yeash. when i have to hand in my options form. probably gonna choose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. music&lt;br /&gt;2. french&lt;br /&gt;3. DT&lt;br /&gt;and separate sciences and just in case i don't get one of them, i'll choose drama as reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/Rd7nz3sUrJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C38CtHaRARI/s1600-h/IMG_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034716311755992210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/Rd7nz3sUrJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C38CtHaRARI/s320/IMG_1185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want her for my sister! she's so cute. actually ethan and her would look kinda cute together ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;they were so close to holding hands! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;AABRIELLE &amp;&amp;amp; ETHAN BAOBEIX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/Rd7ohnsUrKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/T3mCoKcJjdc/s1600-h/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034717097735007394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/Rd7ohnsUrKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/T3mCoKcJjdc/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPno5KIBLvM/Rd7lxXsUrGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WzQLfMiClx8/s1600-h/IMG_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CNY picx! ethan looks so cute! if he were my age i'd DIE to date him! hahaxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-2907052773489429555?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/2907052773489429555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=2907052773489429555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2907052773489429555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/2907052773489429555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-look-so-sweet-d-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sPno5KIBLvM/Rd7pUXsUrMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Rkiq4pKZNUg/s72-c/IMG_0828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-7311531453790605513</id><published>2007-02-23T15:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:42:03.969+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kk. finally there’s something to actually BLOG abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this jerk who sent me a message on friendster. he was called [The Ben Needless To Say] like wtf? so anywae. the subject title was “HEY RY”. and i was like a TOTAL STRNAGER calling me RY? PISS OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the message was even worse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“i was looking through the many profiles of the sad and lonely looking girls on friendster and i came across your profile and said to myself “hmmm…this is a sad and lonely looking girl who’s actually cute!” pls send me your email and add me on friendster so i can get to know you better”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sent back a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“um. 1) DO NOT call me RY&lt;br /&gt;2) i’m not sad OR lonely.&lt;br /&gt;go bother some other “sad and lonely looking girl” on friendster. thanks.” yes, i even said thanks. which shows how nice and cool i am in this kind of situation. YEAH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that’s a lot nicer than saying F*** OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the perv even REPLIED. he was like “thanks for showing me your true colours so now i’ll know well to ignore you.” LIKE, LMFAO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can’t wait till toniite. going over to auntie kat’s place for another reunion dinner. and allyson darling’s gonna be there! that girl, is without a doubt, the poster girl for REGULATION SWEETNESS. honestly. i want wern sheng to go. he’s so nice to me :d unlike his twit brother takes EVERY OPPURTUNITY to annoy me. just because he’s 15 doesn’t mean he’s better. *frowns* but wern hao probably won’t go. mocks are next week. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatal attraction --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-7311531453790605513?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/7311531453790605513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=7311531453790605513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/7311531453790605513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/7311531453790605513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2007/02/kk_23.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-3866357574390142179</id><published>2007-02-23T00:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:17:01.671+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kk. i KNOW i haven't been updating for eons. i know some ppl actually make an effort to tell me abt my updating stuff. thnxx. muchh love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. i have my mock exams nxt week. and i really have no time to go into details right now. another reason is also because i've designing my webbie. to see it, scroll down (not this one, the 2nd!) i don't xpect sudden flow of tags on my flashboxx or anything, but i'll be gladd if ue did. and i'll try try try to update as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES ;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-3866357574390142179?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/3866357574390142179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=3866357574390142179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/3866357574390142179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/3866357574390142179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2007/02/kk.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-115621559228945527</id><published>2006-08-22T05:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:07:04.070+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3150/1121/1600/elvin!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3150/1121/320/elvin%21.0.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't blogged in ages. that's cos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i haven't got a computer at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;2) it isn't everydae that i can rush to the library's ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starving. but i'm SACRIFICING my recess. but it's worth it. i am currently in love with elvin ng, aka weixiang in love at 0 degrees. that's about the best show i've ever seen. weixiang is so hot!!! now that the series has ended, i miss it loads! but i love the ending! so glad that yixin chose weixiang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae. this is gonna be my last week at st nicks before i go back to qatar. i'll miss everything and everyone here. the neoprint machines, my room, my piano! and especially the singapore balle academy! it's kinda bittersweet because i'm looking forward to seeing everyone in qatar again, but i'll be missing everyone back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got my mp3! yay! okay. that was lame. but this is the latest model, not that i'm always in the fashion, but STILL! i'm am also currently living of mentos (grape) and sweets. i have also gained weight! which is GREAT! in your face, all you people who call me skinny! *sticks out tongue* hahaxx. so childish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! i love weixiang's voice! i can go and on and on. rui en and elvin make such an ADORABLE couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;french.kisses - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-115621559228945527?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/115621559228945527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=115621559228945527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/115621559228945527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/115621559228945527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2006/08/havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-115008354097343447</id><published>2006-06-12T06:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T06:41:08.593+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They loved each other a lot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girl: "slow down a little.. I'm scared.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boy: "No, it's so fun.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girl: "please..it's so scary.."Boy: "Then say that you love me.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boy: "Give me a big hug.." The girl gave him a big hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girl: "Now can you slow down?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable and its bothering me while i drive." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken.There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived...... The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared.Instead, he was told the last time that she loved him, got a hug from her, put his helmet on her so that she can live, and died himself...Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shades.of.dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&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/12961861-115008354097343447?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/115008354097343447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=115008354097343447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/115008354097343447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/115008354097343447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2006/06/girl-and-boy-were-on-motorcycle.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-114930884611825306</id><published>2006-06-03T07:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T07:28:05.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for ms. tianka's music evening yesterdae night and played my solo. i suppose it went okay. i noe the piece off by heart, but i still keep forgetting where the crescendoes and decrescendoes [is that how ue spell it?] are. (: heeex. Joy was the violinist and claire the flutist. at the last part we played Canon and i was on the piano. all three of us together! and we only had ONE pratice session tgt! claire was much worse off though. she only got the piece the dae before. x) but she's in grade 7 annd was there for the high scorer's concert, so i suppose ms. tianka thought she could manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anywae, the whole performance turned out great! maybe nxt year if claire can do it, we'll enter for the DC's music competition. in the ensemble section. joy isn't in the same school as claire and i so....oh wells. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I'M NEVER EVER EVER EVER &lt;strong&gt;EVER &lt;/strong&gt;GONNA TALK TO REUBEN AGAIN! he annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most incredible thing i ever did for my sister:&lt;br /&gt;TRIM HER EYELASHES. (at the age of 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most incredible thing i ever did for myself:&lt;br /&gt;THINK TT GLUE WAS NAIL POLISH &amp;amp; APLLIED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were younger [toddlers] we had those wide-eyed innocence. now we kinda have adolescence. but i'll always be innocent! x) heeheex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shades.of.dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-114930884611825306?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/114930884611825306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=114930884611825306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114930884611825306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114930884611825306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2006/06/went-for-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-114898908295655029</id><published>2006-05-30T14:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T14:38:02.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. finally started blogging for probably 1 month. maybe more. i blogged BECAUSE someone reminded me to. and right now there's this crappy colgate toothpaste advert on TV. i mean. HELLO? since when did shakespeare and toothpaste get clumped tgt? life is wierd. SO wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TO GO BACK TO SINGAPORE! I'LL BE BACK ON THE 30TH! okay. i think everyone noes that by now. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little white lies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-114898908295655029?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/114898908295655029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=114898908295655029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114898908295655029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114898908295655029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-114476918987946876</id><published>2006-04-11T18:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T06:22:50.663+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging for quite a while. went to millie's house quite recently. hadd l0ads of fun. but not as much fun as i would have with sirin, though. [no offence, millie!]miish her l0ads! i'm thinking of changing my msn e-mail. to tiaratifiied or something. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel's [richard's sis] having her drama GCSE tonight. GOOD LUCK RACHEL!!! she's always so nice to me. and what's more a super good gymnast, singer and actress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to oman this saturdae for holidae. w0n't say i'm really excited. x) this iish a SUPER short post! heeheex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiaratifiied -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-114476918987946876?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/114476918987946876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=114476918987946876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114476918987946876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114476918987946876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2006/04/havent-been-blogging-for-quite-while.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-114328681117899197</id><published>2006-03-25T14:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:40:11.333+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3150/1121/1600/i107295079_23323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3150/1121/320/i107295079_23323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of an aspiring dancer and princess. wish it's me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-114328681117899197?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/114328681117899197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=114328681117899197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114328681117899197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114328681117899197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2006/03/tiara-of-aspiring-dancer-and-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-114208289566881807</id><published>2006-03-11T16:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:14:55.690+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's something ashley jie sent to me via hotmail. here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy facts:&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet, he's listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing, he realizes he's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine," after a few minutes, he means it.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stares at you, he thinks you're the most beautiful thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;When you're laying your head on a guy's chest, he has the world.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you everyday, he is in love.&lt;br /&gt;When a (good) guy say he loves you he means it.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you he's with you till your done.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you," he misses you more than you could have ever missed him or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl facts:&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet, millions of things are running through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing,she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions, she is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after a few seconds, she is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays on your chest, she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl calls you everyday, she is seeking for your attention.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl wants to see you everyday, she wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I'll love you forever," she means it.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says that she can't live without you, she has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you." no one in this world can miss you more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-114208289566881807?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/114208289566881807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=114208289566881807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114208289566881807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114208289566881807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2006/03/heres-something-ashley-jie-sent-to-me_11.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-114189524291892543</id><published>2006-03-09T12:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:05:39.393+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to auntie cheng lan's house for my piano practice - yes, it's a PRACTICE and not a lesson - yesterdae. auntie leon came to fetch yuqing, mommie and me. auntei cheng lan was going to teach mommie and auntei leon LINE-DANCING. practiced pieces for 1 hour and then went to revise for my physics test. wern sheng was fixing his skateboard and wern hao was doing his homework, i think. wern jie was upstairs watching sirin's favourite show F.R.I.E.N.D.S. heheh x) just found out that i'm supposed to be celine's PIANO, GYM AND BALLET teacher. i was trying to teach her a handstand and she almost KICKED wern jie in the face. it was SO FUNNY, kaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after my practice wern hao and wern sheng came back from sports. celine was lying down on the couch watching [that's so raven] yuqing was also engrossed in it. then wern hao became cheeky. he's the same age as me. he took the extra control and hid it behind the sofa. 2 min later, he started flipping from one channel to another. celine had this confused expression on her face and looked at the control as though it had a problem in the batteries or something. then she started calling out to uncle yap [ papa...the TV isn't working ] it was SO HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tomorrow. going to auntie cheng lan's compound for my ballet lesson and then after that swimming with celine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-114189524291892543?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/114189524291892543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=114189524291892543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114189524291892543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114189524291892543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-to-auntie-cheng-lans-house-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-114045528058276799</id><published>2006-02-20T19:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:05:53.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had to pass up my reaggae project to mrs laidlow todae. i went in the morning before registration but she wasn't there. so i went in break time. she wanted to photocopy my score sheet of mariage d'amour. i FINALLY found out that mariage d'amour means [ a dream of love ] okay. i noe my french needs a LOT of work. but the name of the song sounds so...deep. i totally LOVE &lt;3 that piece. it sounds a little melancholic, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had assembly instead of registration todae. it was so BORING. then after that we had PE, we had to play soccer. *bleahx* of all the games we had to play, we had to play soccer. and i gotta stand 3 more weeks of this. it's like OMG. can't see why boys are so obssessed with soccer. [ yeah i noe, illyeen, soccer IS your thing.] but is SO definitely isn't mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had french next. french is one of my FAVOURITE subjects. all those ballet words are in french, so learning french really helps me alot when i'm dancing and choreographing. madame mechmeche said i'm at level 4, which is not bad for a beginner who just started 1 1/2 months ago. and she said that i gotta aim for level 7. so hopefully if i work EXTRA EXTRA hard, i'll be moved to set 1. and for my effort grade, i got and OUTSTANDING! so happy =) then euan threw his eraser at my back and when i turned around, he made it seem as though philip threw it. then jadu said [ no , addie. euan did it. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had ICT after first break and i didn't really have to do anything cos i wasn't at doha college yet when they started the website thing. so i had loads of free time. then after that we had DESIGN AND TECHNOLOGY which is also one of my fav. subjects! we're desinging our own workspace. so EXCITING. right now i'm drawing the nets of the miniature items i want to put in my workspace. i ALMOST got cut by rachel's knife tt she was using to cut her net. and the glue guns are scary! when u first apply the glue, it burns and really STINGS! i'll be really wary when i use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry was okay. we had to do research in the library about rocks. igneous, sedimentary and metamorhic. YAY! i remembered how to spell them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-114045528058276799?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/114045528058276799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=114045528058276799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/114045528058276799'/><link rel='self' 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addictive as BALLET. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae mommie wanted to call auntie kat, bt she was out fetching her son from school, so her youngest daughter allison answered the phone. allison's only 5 and she's SO adorable! her dad's canadian-chinese and her mom's malaysian, so ally's got an accent. so mommie was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommie: hello? allison? can i speak to your mommy please?&lt;br /&gt;ally: my mommy's not home yet.&lt;br /&gt;mommie: oh...okay. can u tell your mommy that auntie siew bee called?&lt;br /&gt;ally: okay&lt;br /&gt;mommie: my number is 4..6..9..7..1..4..7&lt;br /&gt;ally: wait, WAIT&lt;br /&gt;ally: 4697...then what's the next number?&lt;br /&gt;mommie: [smiling] 1..4..7&lt;br /&gt;ally:okay. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 5 min later, she called again and mommie answered the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ally: hello?&lt;br /&gt;mommie: yes? is this allison?&lt;br /&gt;ally: ya, sorry, but i forgot your name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like, so FUNNY and when mommie hung up the phone, she was like, [she's so S-W-E-E-T!!!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-113993015819723365?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/113993015819723365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=113993015819723365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/113993015819723365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/113993015819723365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2006/02/havent-been-posting-for-almost-2.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-113092615813033135</id><published>2005-11-02T13:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:09:18.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from late lunch with yuqing and mommie....had hawaiian pizza...my favourite! with extra pineapple and ham....yupyup. =) my absolute favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ice cream for dessert. sirin will love this. it's VANILLA!!! with chocolate. boyy, this is SUCH a short post! this is SO unlike miie.....heeheex x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;mii dae */-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-113092615813033135?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/113092615813033135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=113092615813033135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/113092615813033135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/113092615813033135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-came-back-from-late-lunch-with.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-113083514493950787</id><published>2005-11-01T11:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T11:52:24.950+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ocean of memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;this year held many memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;it's so hard to let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;time passes so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i'm leaving soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i wish that we didn't have to go to different schools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;going our seperate ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;leading seperate lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;walking different roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;it's so hard to let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i'm grasping away at something i can never have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;clinging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;aimless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;why? why is it so hard to let go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;but i have to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;carpe diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;reach out and grasp a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;reach out far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;dear 6 hopeans.....i miss you so much.....sob sobxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; mii dae */- please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-113083514493950787?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/113083514493950787/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-113075561742923311</id><published>2005-10-31T13:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:47:10.663+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ graduation ] is so touching.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear 6 hope : as we go our seperate ways, we'll still remeber each other....i'll cherish every moment we spent with each other. whatever we did. stuff we said...the honest truth or the blatant lie....thank you 4 such memories....forever etched. deep inside. god bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it rught nowcause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of the night in June&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much of love, but it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;And there was me and you, and then it got real blue&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talkin' on the telephone and&lt;br /&gt;We would get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on, we remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change,&lt;br /&gt;Come whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be, friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now, will that joke still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will little Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't enterfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to flyy&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on, we remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change,&lt;br /&gt;Come whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be, friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; miie dae */-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-113075561742923311?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/113075561742923311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=113075561742923311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/113075561742923311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/113075561742923311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/10/graduation-is-so-touching.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-113074222703562674</id><published>2005-10-29T08:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:03:47.073+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had prize presentation this morning. i had 2 stand onstage with all that glaring footlights while mr ho read a whole passage abt miie 4 the singa award. christine was a little miffed cos my certificate was printed in minted gold and it was also typed, while the other singa merit award winners had theirs printed in silver. i was quite surprised when mr ho told me that i was the overall winner for the singa award. i thot abigail was much better. and christine beats me in almost everything. prefect exco, rhythmic gym, results.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had rehearsal after recess. the 6 hopean dancers did REALLY well, except 4 the fact that there was somethn wrong with the disc. i TOTALLY love our music its really nice. when we had 2 perform, i was so scared that the rope wouldn't land properly on my ankle when i threw it into the air. i was scared that the rope wouldn't go through my legs when i did batamon tendu [in ballet language] i was scared that when i made my appearance b4 denise and abigail, the rope wouldn't go thru my leap. i was so scared in the wings, i think i was going 2 get paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had 2 hand 2 mrs lau our torches . i had 2 check with her abt them, so i went up 2 her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miie : erm...mrs lau, jessica told me 2 ask u where our torches were.&lt;br /&gt;mrs lau : *smiles* it's right here, dear, [ opens the white plastic bag ]&lt;br /&gt;miie : *peers inside* oh...okay. thnxx :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADUATION NITE */-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived in school at 4.30pm, i think. i was wearing the black long-sleeved competition leotard. with the class tee in the front. christine, abigail, denise and lynette were already there. christine was wearing a pale blue polo neck. abby and denise were wearing their white [funky monkey] class tee. lynette was wearing gym camp tee. then afterwards, jessica, gladys, isabelle, low ann and the others began streaming in the gym in 2s and 3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gladys brought glitter gel. and hao yi smeared so much on my hair that i think i looked like a circus performer. hahaxx. i must admit, i was pretty cheesed off. anywae, the 6 hopean dancers looked GREAT in their makeup, kelly jie had lip gloss on, and she looked cute. kimberely and sophia went 2 perm their hair just 4 tonite. and sophia came 2 school in a short-sleeved white turtle neck! girls alwaes tend 2 go overboard when it comes 2 stuff like this. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was time, we made our way 2 the hall and the song [ Graduation ] played on the speakers. it was so sad and touching ......i felt a deep sense of sadness, though i'm not sure y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went onstage AGAIN 2 receive my good service award. and i was nervous, 4 some reason. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was the gym girls time 2 perform, we went backstage. abigail, denise and i were really REALLY nervous. the music did give me some comfort in a way. i did the leap into the rope without any disturbance, but my leg didn't go thru the rope properly when i was doing that part. so i just skipped that part and went straight 2 the pao sheng. 4 me, it went pretty well, but 4 abigail, it wasn't that good. she threw the rope 2 far inwards, and thus, she caught the rope out of line. i liked the part where the gymmers in the 3rd part, which is me, abby, denise, lynette, michelle and jolene. outr ending pose was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 4 our finale, christine and i were partners. [ i'm going 2 put the steps we did in ballet language, which is also french =) ] we did a pete jete into the middle where we switched places, and then cartwheeled forward. then we ended the gymmers finale with a reneve spin inwards and a bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want 2 thank abigail and denise, especially, 4 egging me on backstage, and telling me not 2 b nervous. and i would also like 2 thank all the 6 HOPEANS who cheered 4 miie in their seats. thnxx so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole thing, we went back 2 the gym 2 collect our stuff. so many girls sobbed, including kelly jie, shuxiang, sophia etc. daddy took pics of us while yuqing played on the trampoline. sirin, my best buddy 4 now and alwaes, had dinner with us in jack's place. we saw mdm chew, mrs hum and 2 other t-chers waiting 2 cross the road. then sirin and i scrolled down the car window and shouted out [ HELLO MDM CHEW!!!! ]  mdm chew was so shocked! hahaxx...then daddy drove off with us laughing away. mdm chew and the others ate at the same place as us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a really nice dinner, daddy drove sirin home. i can hardly wait 2 go 2 her house next fridae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; mii dae */-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-113074222703562674?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/113074222703562674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=113074222703562674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/113074222703562674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/113074222703562674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/10/had-prize-presentation-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-113002747357701659</id><published>2005-10-22T03:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T03:31:13.613+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. it's really late now, almost past 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae, sirin and rach and i went 2 lido 2 watch a movie 2dae. [ flight plan ] it's really nice. it was supposed 2 b a thriller and all of us were kept in suspense. sirin and i were so scared of the last few parts tt we totally refused 2 watch. so rachel was the only 1 watching. heeheex x) but the storyline is quite good, really. the hijacker turned out 2 b some1 so unexpected. and we found out tt kely's husband didn't jump of the building. some1 pushed him off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took neoprints. tons of them! okay. mayb not 'tons', but i guess 13 IS alot! 9 BIG ones and 3 small ones. rach had a 50cent ice-cream while we were waiting 4 our movie 2 start @ lido. outside the theatre, that is. we were an hour early! i had a small coke. sirin was the funny 1. she wanted coke float, but it was really expensive, and rach and i were also strapped 4 cash. so she bought the coke and the ice-cream seperately! she made a total mess on the table after dumping the ice-cream in. hahaxx = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had nachos in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; cheese when we sat in the theatre. as we were so ravenous, we finished the whole thing 15 min after the show started! nat eng saw us going up the escalator @ lido! and suprise suprise! we DIDN'T  see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want 2 write more, but i'm just tooooo s-l-e-e-p-y. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;ii dae */-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-113002747357701659?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/113002747357701659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=113002747357701659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/113002747357701659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/113002747357701659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112977762031540539</id><published>2005-10-20T23:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T06:11:18.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;BIRTHDAE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ASHLEY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;JIE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;JIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hughughug* hope u like the present i gave u...keep smilin' :) dun keep telling miie tt ur getting REALLY old, cos ur not...au contraire, u seem 2 look younger as each dae passes! and prettier 2! we'll celebrate ur b'dae tgt with the others soon, kaes? and you'll get lots and lots and lots and LOTS of presents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up @ 8 2dae and my ankle didn't hurt! thnxx &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;KELLY&lt;/span&gt; jie jie 4 asking, lubbxx u! thnxx &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ASHLEY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GAIL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;DAPHNE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;REGINA&lt;/span&gt; jie 4 sending miie so many smses hoping tt my ankle will get better. and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;FINN&lt;/span&gt; kor kor and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SERGEI&lt;/span&gt; kor kor 2! thnxx loads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuqing has flu....poor thing....haixx. hope she gets better soon....anywae, i &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; this post! it's so&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; C &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; mii dae */-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112977762031540539?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112977762031540539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112977762031540539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112977762031540539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112977762031540539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthdae-ashley-jie-jie.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112969350006128389</id><published>2005-10-20T00:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:09:28.950+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up around 9+ 2dae. almost collapsed. my knee started to give way with each step i took. it was excruciating. thn my ankle went numb. i think i stretched toooo much yesterdae. yuqing was SO adorable. hahaxx. way cuter thn jesse mccartney. she was still sleeping thn, and like a lil' *angel*.....she woke looking rather bemused with her tresses all tousled. so funni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuqing told miie [ secretly ] tt she had a fever yesterdae and she told NOBODY. 38.5 degrees. thn she PRAYED and this morning, she recovered. prayers r really powerful. i second it. ate cookies 4 breakfast. [chocolate chip! miie favourite!!!] and toasted garlic bread. NOT to ward off vampires. though i did and still do wonder who said tt garlic would ward off vampires. hmmxx.....*frowns in deep concentration*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rained this morning. all bleak and moody and gloomy.....haixx.....but look @ the bright side. [ makes sleeping SO much nicer! ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112969350006128389?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112969350006128389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112969350006128389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112969350006128389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112969350006128389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/10/woke-up-around-9-2dae.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112962531607773844</id><published>2005-10-19T02:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:25:39.013+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally decided 2 edit my linkiies. so, it's DONE! heeheex =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went 4 gym practice 2dae. 5 hrs!!! anywaes, all of us were there except tiffany. i'm not sure y, though. jessica was so funny, she kept leaping in n out of the hoops when we were doing the routine. 1 in a million is SO nice! listened 2 it innumerable times. cnt help it. it's just SO heartrending. building a stairway 2 heaven....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ankle gave way 5 times 2dae. which is much better thn yesterdae. 7 times! hurt lyke hell @ first, thn after a while it didn't hurt anymore. i'm way luckier thn jolene though. isabelle stepped on her shoulder when she was doing hou ruan fan. michelle hit her jaw when she was jumping on the trampoline during our 10 min break. met the person i least expected 2 c .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got lynette 2 help miie buy nata de coco. i didn't noe tt she had 3 older sisters! charlene, evelyn, heather. HEATHER JIE!!! she's just so nice....smilexx :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112962531607773844?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112962531607773844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112962531607773844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112962531607773844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112962531607773844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-finally-decided-2-edit-my-linkiies.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112910198971533876</id><published>2005-10-13T01:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:26:29.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so unlucky.....every1 in mii class gets 2 take part. except miie!!! cos i haf 2 do a dance item with the gym girls......sob sobxx. how'm i supposed 2 do bridge and kuo tiao and cartwheel with a sprained ankle? bleah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaes, the class t-shirt's done [[6 HOPE WE BELIEVE IN OURSELVES]] $507 altogether. gt discount. wasted loads of money on this cos i had 2 make phone call after phone call. bt tt's okay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miie: hello uncle jeffrey? this is colonel chris tan's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;uncle jeffrey: COLONEL CHRIS TAN'S DAUGHTER?! pleased 2 meet u miss, wat can i do 4 u?&lt;br /&gt;miie: [blush] i need 2 ask u abt ur fren's jacky's printing company....bcos my class wants 2 get our class t-shirts done....&lt;br /&gt;uncle jeffrey: oh.....jacky....i give u his no. u go and call him.&lt;br /&gt;miie: okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had 2 call jacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacky: hello?&lt;br /&gt;miie: hello? is this jacky?&lt;br /&gt;jacky: yes&lt;br /&gt;miie: yup. i need 2 ask u abt the prices 4 printing t-shirts in ur company...&lt;br /&gt;jacky: i'm in a meeting now, y don't u call my manager, andy? i give u his office and hp no.&lt;br /&gt;miie: okay.....thnxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn i had 2 call andy. and we finally got the deal done. whew!!! the t-shirts are really nice....it's the branded kind. black. and pinkkie!!! heehee.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112910198971533876?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112910198971533876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112910198971533876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112910198971533876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112910198971533876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-unlucky.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112893493219924049</id><published>2005-10-11T02:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:24:16.453+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i often wondered how it felt when some1 u lyked went off with some1 else.and now i noe. it hurts so much, i cant explain.i'm living in the past, ignoring the present, fantasizing the future. every1 thinks i'm just a girl who has no depth and feeling. some1 who just talks lyke there's no tml. it's so hard 2 shake off this feeling........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaes, there r still things tt make miie exuberant and exultant. it mite cheer miie up. [ i hope!] yesterdae, during dinner, daddy was talking abt miie when i was 1+. i went 2 disneyland twice when i was a toddler and daddy said tat i was sooo hyper-active tat he had 2 drug miie on the plane so tat i would fall asleep, or i would b walking around and getting myself into all sorts of trouble. heeheex : ) that is so unlyke miie now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLE IS OVER!!! i'm gonna celebrate! cnt wait 4 tml cos i'm going 2 heeren with claire. i've gt loads tt i've gotta do b4 i go 2 qatar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. write the story i've been planning 4 3 months&lt;br /&gt;2. master the piano pieces&lt;br /&gt;3. GO SHOPPING!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. go 2 the library and borrow bks&lt;br /&gt;5. neoprints!&lt;br /&gt;6. immerse myself in bks.&lt;br /&gt;7.go 2 sirin's cake baking thingy&lt;br /&gt;8. megan's sleepover&lt;br /&gt;9. yuqing's blog [finally gt her to create a blog!!!]&lt;br /&gt;10. claudia and clara's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cnt wait 4 sirin's cake baking thingy. it's white chocolate! though i do wonder y we need lemon extract and stuff lyke tt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112893493219924049?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112893493219924049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112893493219924049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112893493219924049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112893493219924049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-often-wondered-how-it-felt-when.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112797794967213835</id><published>2005-09-30T01:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T10:12:32.153+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>@ least once every week, brenna gets into her phases. keeps giggling non-stop. gave mii n sirn n rachel the cooties!!! hahaxx........laughed till had a stomach ache. wats more, sirin was in her maniac mood, so she kept telling jokes. giggled so much tt i kept falling off mii chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait 4 PSLE 2 end cos rach n i r going 2 sirin's house 2 bake a HUGE white chocolate cake enuf 2 satisfy 50 ppl. thn we're going 2 lug it over 2 mii house and eat it!!! hahaxx........sarah thot we were going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw clydia mei mei this morning while walking 2 class. she said: dun go out with ur boyfren okie? y is every getting tis idea tt i haf a boyfren?! even nicole yau sked the same thing.....saw brenlyn mei mei during recess today. spent nearly the whole of mii recess spending time with her cos she wouldn't let miie go. tried 2 persuade her not 2 take chilli but she wouldn't listen 2 mii n insisted tt she was strong enuf 2 take alot. mii efforts wasted......nvm. i learnt somethn anywae. tt's [nvr try 2 argue with a P2, cos u'll get nowhere.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't find enuf inspiratin 2 write another poem. awww.......i didn't think i would haf enuf time cos i was bz trying 2 finish tt sec 1 maths hw. kept getting the negative signs mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuqing saw her former form teacher, after school 2dae. miss lee said 2 yuqing: u r getting prettier as each dae passes, u noe? i looked @ yuqing n said: i think so 2. which is true cos yq has this sportsgirl kind of figure n hair tt looks layered even though it isn't. i got a poke in the ribs 4 trying 2 b nice. ouch!!! i poked her back n she said [ouchiekins!!!] so funni.......almost dropped mii handphone when i was so overcome with the giggles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112797794967213835?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112797794967213835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112797794967213835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112797794967213835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112797794967213835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/09/least-once-every-week-brenna-gets-into.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112789805074926078</id><published>2005-09-29T03:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:00:57.520+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as we're taking our PSLE next week, the lower primary gave us encouragement by designing cards juz 4 us! so sweet :angel: Pri. 2 s r juz so adorable2 some and irritating 2 others. 1 card addressed 2 6 Hope said 'Hope your boyfriend&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; [note the '&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;'] wish u good luck!' when elizabeth saw tt, she flew into a rage. 'WHO DO THEY THINK WE R?! SLUTS?! look @ the '&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;' behind the word 'boyfriends' !!! i was amused. i mean, who is mii boyfren? i dun haf any!!! hahaxx =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in 1 of mii phases. suddenly, i start writing poems. yuqing thinks i've gone insane. heehee.....wrote another poem 2dae during free period cos mrs lye didn't come. all mii poems r sad, so when sarah read the recent 1, she asked : r u depressed? hahahaxx.....here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'she was such an attractive girl......'&lt;br /&gt;'striking brown eyes......'&lt;br /&gt;'......what a pity.......'&lt;br /&gt;'she had to take drugs...........'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gliding my fingers&lt;br /&gt;across&lt;br /&gt;the icy metal bars&lt;br /&gt;i feel isolated&lt;br /&gt;from the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heads turn when i walk past&lt;br /&gt;but not for the best&lt;br /&gt;for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;harsh whispers&lt;br /&gt;ringing in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;gesticulating......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facing the four walls&lt;br /&gt;empty&lt;br /&gt;nothing matters anymore.&lt;br /&gt;was it only yesterday&lt;br /&gt;that i received the scholarship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'straight A student........'&lt;br /&gt;'assistant head prefect.....'&lt;br /&gt;'cheerleader....'&lt;br /&gt;'......the elite.......'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;shattered.&lt;br /&gt;by a  moment&lt;br /&gt;of folly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112789805074926078?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112789805074926078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112789805074926078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112789805074926078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112789805074926078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/09/as-were-taking-our-psle-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112780348939356035</id><published>2005-09-28T00:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:49:06.230+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mdm chew said tat our class, [6 Hope], made the biggest improvement among the 7 P6 classes! yipeeeeee!!! yes, mdm chew, thanxx 4 believing in us! :muackxx: heehee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote another poem 2dae during free period. got mi inspiration frm the article in the new paper. the 1 abt the girl tat commited suicide cos of the bullying in her class. i tried 2 put myself in her shoes, 2 try and feel wat she felt. this is abt a girl who, lyk the 1 in the article, is bullied by her frens. here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, to me,&lt;br /&gt;is as delicate as a dandelion&lt;br /&gt;a slight puff&lt;br /&gt;a gentle breeze,&lt;br /&gt;and it would be blown to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's walking around me,&lt;br /&gt;everyone's always busy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm all alone,&lt;br /&gt;trapped in a world of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the road to take&lt;br /&gt;seems so near&lt;br /&gt;and yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;there's no one to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;no one to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes train on something&lt;br /&gt;lying beside the door.&lt;br /&gt;reaching out,&lt;br /&gt;i give a soundless cry of pain.&lt;br /&gt;drops of crimson&lt;br /&gt;stain the white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see a black rose&lt;br /&gt;darker than night&lt;br /&gt;gleaming cold and brutal&lt;br /&gt;in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise&lt;br /&gt;that it's not the rose&lt;br /&gt;that's gleaming.&lt;br /&gt;it's something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pick it up&lt;br /&gt;with quivering fingers&lt;br /&gt;slashing&lt;br /&gt;a sharp pain in my wrist&lt;br /&gt;then.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112780348939356035?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112780348939356035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112780348939356035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112780348939356035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112780348939356035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/09/mdm-chew-said-tat-our-class-6-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112772494879229274</id><published>2005-09-27T02:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T11:55:49.296+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ren an. gd luck 4 ur streaming....say the prayers i sent 2 u last time. n please please please, dun 4get them. god bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote tis poem after an inspiration last Fridae. was the worst dae of mii life, tat. i haf loads of 'worst dae of mii life' entries. in other words, i haf many lives. muz haf been reincarnated......hahaxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaes, tis poem is abt this girl who breaks up with her boyfren after she finds out tat he has been toying with her feelings. [btw, this has got nothing 2 do with mii.] she's really sensitive, and he was her 1st boyfren. of course she has 2 take things hard, she's new 2 tis kind of thing!!! here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drag mii feet across the  ground&lt;br /&gt;staring aimlessly ahead&lt;br /&gt;it seems as though i only met u yestaerdae&lt;br /&gt;i'm caught in between&lt;br /&gt;trapped in a world of mii own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going nowhere, doing nothing, saying nothing&lt;br /&gt;i'm bottling up everything i feel&lt;br /&gt;trying 2 keep mii cool&lt;br /&gt;trying 2 show tat everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pure white : leaden grey&lt;br /&gt;gentle breeze : piercing wind&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon warmth : bitter cold&lt;br /&gt;y dun u juz go ahead and ruin mii life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every cloud has a silver lining&lt;br /&gt;mine doesn't. mine's black.&lt;br /&gt;the deepest, darkest black of all.&lt;br /&gt;darkness.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't catch a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;i caught darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked sarah wat she thot of it. she said it was melancholic. wells, its supposed 2 b. sanchia liked the ___ : ___ part. mii 2. smilexx =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112772494879229274?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112772494879229274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112772494879229274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112772494879229274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112772494879229274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/09/ren.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112739070725467010</id><published>2005-09-23T06:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:05:07.260+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the EM1 girls had their NE quiz during recess 2dae. zhou lao shi came into our classroom 2 announce tt. everyone was quiet. thn zhou lao shi was in mid-sentence when the silence was broken, cos debra yawned loudly. every1 LOOKED @ her n debs was so embarrassed! hahaxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ling lao shi came into the classroom not long after tt. we were doing the wan cheng ju zi. there was this particular sentence tt went 'xin kui ta ji shi qi dao_____________' n we were supposed 2 finsih off tt sentence. innumerable girls's sentences were so tragic, like death n dying, so ling lao shi retorted: you all like dying rite!!! so hilarious! smilexx =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess was mrs lye's lesson. she gave us time 2 do our own revision. we were all so guai, @ our desks, not uttering a single word. thn renyue exclaimed: WHERE'S UR SENSE OF HYGIENE?! so funni....heex =) i can juz recall the scene. tat's cos claire threw her tissue on renyue's desk. pretty amazing how childish things like tt can cause such uproarious laughter, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr lui was telling us abt 500cm3 of iron, clay n flour cos so many of us mistook the volume 4 the weight. as an example, he said : if u haf 500cm3 of steel, porcelain n TOFU..........' everybody laughed again. tt was the last period, so i walked out of the classroom still giggling away. so the moral of the story is [[_laughter brushes awae the cobwebs of the heart_]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ballet, mii knee hurt like hell. collasped whn we came out of the car whn we reached home n now mii ankle hurts 2. mii knee got a sharp jolt whn i came out. i think i sat 2 long......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112739070725467010?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112739070725467010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112739070725467010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112739070725467010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112739070725467010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/09/em1-girls-had-their-ne-quiz-during.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112730171646183229</id><published>2005-09-22T05:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:21:56.476+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LURVE WEI YI JIE JIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, she's so nice!!! she tagged such a beautiful encouragement on mii tagboard! [muacks] thanxx soooooo much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went 2 claudia's house 2dae cos yuqing got badminton. i noe tat i'll b distracted really easily if i stay in school so i went 2 claud's house 4 study. clydia so cute!!! she called mii jie jie! i was so elated n exuberant.......claud so bad 2 her sis. thn her maid maria complain cos claud alwaes kajiao her 2 mei mei. n clydia only P1! so poor thing. ate loads of chocolates there n a vanilla-flavoured ice-cream. didn't manage 2 finish it cos it dripped. ended up entertaining clydia by playing a game with her. cant get over clydia's cuteness....smilexx =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112730171646183229?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112730171646183229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112730171646183229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112730171646183229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112730171646183229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-lurve-wei-yi-jie-jie-i-mean-shes-so.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112720523796056258</id><published>2005-09-21T02:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T11:47:48.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>highlights of the week: fortune-telling craze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sirin, of should i say 'majestic' sirin is really into telling fortunes now. hahaxx =) the following paragraph is wat she wrote bout mii. i didn't change anything. juz typed tis the way it was written. except 4 the [ ] which r mii comments n some short forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newsflash: happy b'dae heidi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u will marry Fred Douglas @ age 40. [okie. tat is really tooo old!] @ age 23, you will adopt 3 girls. the oldest, alisha, frm malibu. the 2nd, madena, frm ethiopia. the last, calida, frm malibu as well. alisha will b a great runner frm young. she will grow up 2 b a bi-athelete. thn, she will marry spanish [ i lurve spain!] tennis player enrique rodriguez. madena will bcom an international supermodel, n will marry tycoon dylan tan aka sanchia's bro. [ i dun think i'll let mii adopted marry a man who's the same age as mii] calida will invent the solar-powered lightbulb n will marry a nobel prize winner, alex kwek aka elizabeth's bro. however, after finding out tat he is gay, [ ok. tat is real disgusting] she will marry a wonderful man, Recca Hanabishi. Kidding!! He's MINE! she will marry Ashley Lee yes, a GUY. n an ang mo, nt asian) u will haf 5 grandchildren...@ age 123, u will die of influenza. ur sis will marry sanchia's bro. (yes, 2nd wife) they will haf 1 child, Rosie Tan. [i hate tat name!!!]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frm elizabeth came:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u haf a gd job. ur marrige is medium, mayb a 3rd party. Husband really cute!! sho luckyy. long life. most of ur wealth frm job, some frm inheritance. u will haf a boy n a girl. mayb twins. u grow up 2 b a performing arts dancer. [i like tat!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i dun believe tat. juz 4 fun. hahaxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a PE theory test in com lab 2 2dae. all tat questions bout netball n basketball n watnot. heex =D after PSLE miss heng will bring us 2 the gym 2 play. can't wait. btw, i'll onli go if teng lao shi is nt there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112720523796056258?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112720523796056258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112720523796056258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112720523796056258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112720523796056258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/09/highlights-of-week-fortune-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112712321338921945</id><published>2005-09-20T03:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:46:53.573+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie, im taking a break frm study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up @ 4 tis morning though i dunno y. thought there was a problem with mii hp alarm clock. slept @ 10.30+ yesterdae nite cos i was celebrating mooncake festival wit daphne jie, gail jie n ashley jie. finn kor kor was busy, so he couldn't come. sergei kor kor's flight was delayed n was postponed 2 tis wednesdae. aunt tatiana didn't noe n waited @ the airport 4 eons. aw......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaes, ashley jie is going 2 NZ 4 awhile 2 settle some stuff with the major arts production she's going 2 dance with. yesterdae, daphne jie kajiao yuqing bout the some mooncake n yuqing got really miffed. hahaxx. she looked so cute!!! yq insisted on creating a bonfire with the mulit-coloured candles on the crushed pebble floor in the courtyard. a lantern caught fire but none of us were affected cos there's a fireman in the house. heex =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 1 wanted 2 co-operate when claire n i wanted 2 update them bout the class t-shirt. kelly tried 2 help, no 1 listened. tat's no suprise. had 2 go 4 this NE quiz in com. lab 2. its supposed 2 b a game in which we haf 2 answer questions about singapore's history. was so damn boring. kept getting zapped n immobilised by those stupid robots n bashed 2 pulp by tat red thingy. any1 would think i was fighting a war of mii own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how rumours can spread so fast. like wildfire. seh yin n her cousins hate mrs lye. n so does kelly. we were in the com lab then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mii: hahaxx. mrs lye so nice lor...&lt;br /&gt;sy: i hate her. n so do mii cousins.&lt;br /&gt;mii: y?&lt;br /&gt;sy: mii sec 4 cousin was taught by her b4. n she says tat mrs lye alwaes shows favortism. like tat stephanie she was telling us about.&lt;br /&gt;mii: i dun believe.&lt;br /&gt;sy: its true. kelly n i think tat mrs lye is really biase. she alwaes scolds the others but she never scolds u.&lt;br /&gt;mii: [speechless]&lt;br /&gt;sy: kelly n i think tat there's 1 person in this class tat mrs lye shows favoritism 2.&lt;br /&gt;mii: it's mii, rite....&lt;br /&gt;sy: nods head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it lor.....mrs lye is so NOT biase. y does every1 think opposite?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112712321338921945?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112712321338921945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112712321338921945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112712321338921945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112712321338921945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/09/okie-im-taking-break-frm-study.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112639556020946304</id><published>2005-09-11T09:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T14:13:14.526+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw ashley jie this morning n told her 2 tell miss lau tat i would not b going 4 ballet tml bcos of prelim 2. so sad...cos we would b doing tat assemble n pete jete with the triple pirouette tml. but ashley jie so nice...she said she would teach mii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't need 2 do housework 2dae cos of prelim 2. so while yu qing n daddy swept n mopped the floor, i was doing mii maths. mummy was busy with her office work, so she didn't help 2. went out 2 buy back lunch. @ Lot 1, yu qing convinced daddy tat she had 2 have a packet of sweets, or she would die. [drama queen again!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went 4 chinese tutuion @ 6+. mummy was going 2 her friend's wedding dinner, so she was taking a loooooong time dressing up. i'm not sure why, but mummy's cheeks were like totally bereft of colour, so her lipstick against her face was really startling. anywaes, we got 2 tutuion in time, n i managed 2 grab mii favourite seat, which is near the window, away from the air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went 2 Marche 4 dinner, the 1 @ Suntec with finn korkor, ashley jie, gail jie and and daphne jie. it was so fun.....finn korkor couldn't tell the difference between the rosti with sour cream n the 1 without. hahaxx. yu qing was supposed 2 share the black pepper stingray with daddy, but she was so ravenously hungry tat she finished it all up. she let mii try a little. n the stingray was tasteless! 2 mii, tat is. [muumy said tat it was better with black pepper sauce] but i didn't try another piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy drove us 2 the pan pacific 2 fetch mummy and she took such a long time tat yuqing was getting quite miffed. when she was in the car on the way home, mummy told mii tat auntie yvonne n uncle si liang was there! it is a small world. apparently, the bride's father plays golf with uncle si liang, so......smilexx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112639556020946304?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112639556020946304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112639556020946304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112639556020946304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112639556020946304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/09/saw-ashley-jie-this-morning-n-told-her.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112617157424934046</id><published>2005-09-09T03:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T14:13:51.540+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went 2 auntie leng leng's house 2 celebrate doby's b'dae. he's officially 5 yrs old! hahaxx. i was on the net chatting with ren an when yu qing heard auntie leng leng's loud and cherry voice. thn grandaddy called up 2 us. yq was so exited tat she jumped up n down like a hooligan. i had 2 type a last minute msg 2 ren an b4 leaping down the stairs [almost breaking mii ankle on a sharp turn]. yq was already halfway down the stretch of road when i reached the geound floor. okie. yq's a speed skater. wat d'you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaes, when we reached, uncle chee keon was already setting the doggie cake on their marble table. there was this adorable lil' bunny in the centre of this cream banana cake. [made 4 doggies by the US doggie bakery] doby was jumping up n down from auntie leng leng's lap in total excitement n frenzy when he saw the cake. auntie leng leng had 2 call bing yang n bing wen down b4 we sang the b'dae song. yu qing held doby while uncle chee keon took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's angry cos i said the rite thing....diaoxx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112617157424934046?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112617157424934046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112617157424934046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112617157424934046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112617157424934046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/09/went-2-auntie-leng-lengs-house-2.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112610177169520601</id><published>2005-09-08T07:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:02:51.760+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so sad....sergei kor kor leaving 4 America 2morrow @ 6+am. [dejected] haixx....nvrmind. @ least still can talk 2 finn kor kor. something happened just now tat made me giggle and laugh like a hysterical dodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaes, yu qing persuaded mii 2 let her use the com, saying tat she would play neopets 4 mii. so much tat i fianlly relented. she played those games while i revised mii chinese. thn when we came 2 the 'dubloon disaster' thingy. the game is supposed 2 b like, rated as hard, so yq kept 'dying'. so i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mii: yy dun we change 2 another game? this is like a complete waste of time...&lt;br /&gt;yq: cannot, [very determined when it comes 2 games]&lt;br /&gt;mii:d'you noe tat ur literally courting death?&lt;br /&gt;yq:aiyoh!! [she juz got blasted] sing a sad song.... like the funeral march one&lt;br /&gt;mii: [shocked] yy?&lt;br /&gt;yq: JUZ DO IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i sang the 'mii heart will go on' frm Titanic. amazingly, yq managed 2 get through those bombs. heexx =D thn she played game after game, n whenever she was blasted, mii singing went off tune. i did tat deliberately. hahaxx. thn, her playing became more rowdy, n she was giggling, so tat she couldn't really gain control on the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy's wardrobe door came off when she was trying 2 store her pearl necklace inside, so yq had 2 call 4 grandaddy and daddy. they came up walking leisurely. smilexx. i was in the kitchen, getting myself some cheese 2 munch on and watch the interesting scenario which was getting more dramatic bii the 2nd, cos yq was jumping up and down like a maniac, gesturing frantically 2 daddy and grandaddy tat mummy was being crushed. [which so wasn't true] tat increased their pace a little, though i wouldn't call it a brisk walk. yq is known 4 being a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 2 press the 'rinsehold' button on the washing machine and wait 4 10 min. thn, mummy told mii 2 go and hang the new load of washing, which was THOSE HEAVY BROCADE CURTAINS! by the time i was done, mii arms were aching fit 2 scream! yq didn't even lift a finger 2 help. hmmphh! she was reading the harry potter bk 1 and wouldn't stop tellingmii bout some joke regarding the express train thingy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112610177169520601?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112610177169520601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112610177169520601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112610177169520601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112610177169520601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112600646629314763</id><published>2005-09-07T05:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:34:27.363+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided 2 post cos some1 convinced mii. dun ask who. only ppl like nat eng &amp; kelly noes. that person was complaining bout mii lack of posts, so 2 prove that person wrong....hahaxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that person, also convinced mii 2 have msn...&lt;that&gt; smilexx. kelly came over &amp; i had 2 get yq off the computer so i could chat on the net with ren an, kristin, trish and elizabeth. yq fell asleep. FINALLY! and i had the com 2 myself! had a nice long chat with ren an...so nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. this is a short post. im on mii msn account trying 2 manage 5-no 6 ppl chatting w mii, so byeeeeee1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112600646629314763?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112600646629314763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112600646629314763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112600646629314763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112600646629314763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/09/decided-2-post-cos-some1-convinced-mii.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112539649931358663</id><published>2005-08-30T13:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:08:19.320+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi...this is gonna b a short post, so =). nvr this short 4 a long time hahaxx...anywaes, i'm so happi! :) :) :) ren an e-mailed mii! mii! MII! even though it's like only 1 sentence long...who cares? feel like hopping and dancing and....u noe wat i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112539649931358663?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112539649931358663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112539649931358663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112539649931358663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112539649931358663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/08/hihi.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112530729202066758</id><published>2005-08-29T11:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:37:57.236+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i noe i vowed that i wouldn't come 2 mii blog till after PSLE, but i just had this urge 2. i've alwaes wanted mii life 2 have something new. and it has. drastically. in more ways than 1. when i go 2 Qatar, everything will change. i don't noe if i'm ready. there's just 2 many things 2 think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went 4 a party in auntie leng leng's house. lorraine was there and i was like so happy! her brother, louis was there too. i noe louis likes mii, but i only treat him as a good fren. u can all 4get wat ur thinking, u ppl out there. louis is a FREN! not mii crush or anything. there was this boi there, and he has a younger brother the same age as yuqing. Ren An is Sec 2 like Jeremy. how come all the guys i like are sec 2? hahxxa...coincidence! anywaes, ren an even asked mii for mii e-mail. and i'm still waiting for his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire is like so unfair! i was the 1st person 2 buy and learn how 2 make the straw flowers 4 t-cher's dae, and claire stole mii idea, saying it was she who started it! then 4 the class t-shirt, she didn't give mii any credit! we would not have been able 2 print those t-shirts if i didn't call the supplier! so irritating...making mii so mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haixx...nvr mind...these things are all part of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112530729202066758?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112530729202066758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112530729202066758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112530729202066758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112530729202066758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-noe-i-vowed-that-i-wouldnt-come-2.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112408916903245151</id><published>2005-08-14T09:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T09:59:29.036+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had 2 wake up as early as 7 am 2dae. which is not normal on a saturdae, when i usually have a much-needed lie-in till 'bout 9am. went for a walk in a place near mac ritchie with mummy, YQ and the rest of the people in her departman in MOM. had lots of refreshments. thanxx uncle ivan, and auntie rosalind 4 bringing the food stuff and especially the free towels! mine looked really feminine! once again - always - thanxx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle ivan's daughter nicole was really cute, but she was really reserved. and she kept lugging the adorable little piglet which was a little frayed @ the edges. keep smiling, nicole! :) we walked through the forest trail 4 'bout 30 to 45 min, b4 we reached the ranger station where we took a breather. in the midst of walking, YQ asked mummy ' mummy, uncle poh seng said that it would b 250m walk 2 the ranger station. are u sure it's 250m and not 250km?' hahaxx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking across the suspension bridge was seriously thrilling. u could feel it move under ur feet, a little, that is. when we reached the end, uncle poh seng handed us little pieces of green paper with a number of quizzes on it. we won 2nd prize n were awarded a big bag of chocolate-coated cookies. yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle loke's son, zach was so cute lor...! he gave mii 2 big hugs! yup yup, lurve u zach-zach! mummy's friend's son jason caught a large number of small fishes in the meandering stream on the way back to the starting point. i think we walked 'bout 10km in total. by the time we finished, my muscles were aching fit 2 scream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112408916903245151?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112408916903245151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112408916903245151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112408916903245151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112408916903245151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/08/had-2-wake-up-as-early-as-7-am-2dae.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112384100967975665</id><published>2005-08-12T12:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T13:03:29.686+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no mood 2 blog nowadaes...i'm so tired, mii thighs r aching b-cos of the intensive training during ballet yesterdae.miss lau sprained her back, so miss yolanda ou took over. she was a former st nicks girl, prefect, EM1, and 267 for PSLE. and she noes mr lui. he was her science t-cher. btw, she got A* 4 all her subjects, including higher chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jing ling was absent from school again 2dae. nat eng called her and she told her that she was sick with what, i dunno. i scored full marks 4 prelim 1 english listening compre, yup yup! so happi :) i think the lowest in class was 16 marks. b4 mrs lye read out the marks, i was practiclly biting mii nails in anxiousness. when mrs lye announced the marks, i jumped 4 joy and said *yes!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thursdae, i have PSLE english oral and chinese oral on fridae. so nervous...sobxxx :( i've resolved to come 2 mii blog only on fridaes, so 2 all those ppl who visit mii blog, please dun scold mii when i never answer ur tags or post. okie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112384100967975665?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112384100967975665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112384100967975665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112384100967975665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112384100967975665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-mood-2-blog-nowadaes.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112363609370879037</id><published>2005-08-10T03:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T04:08:13.713+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! woke up late 2dae. so tired...had breakfast @ around 10.30 am. practiced Mariage D'amour on the piano. then mummy said 'ruiyun, come here  and help mii chop the ginger' so i went. had a lot 2 chop and YQ almost shaved of her thumb when she was shaving the potatoes. a similar accident happened B4. that happened only 2 daes ago, but the cut has healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did maths and english revision paper. then it was time 4 lunch. had fish soup and corn with butter. lots and lots and lots of butter! i love butter! washed the dishes. it was mii turn 2dae, u c...after that, did more maths assestment and mummy decided 2 bring us 2 go swimming. it is the hungry ghost festival, i noe. but we came back unharmed, b-cos mummy made us go 2 the shrine room 2 pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the water was really warm, and we enjoyed ourselves. we even went up the slide that goes round and round and round and...i'm giddy...and round and round and ..u noe what i mean. anwaes, finally reached the top. by then, we were positively frozen. there was wind blowing. [brrr...] after that, we had some noodles and YQ begged mummy 2 let her have a coke. so much that mummy finally relented. hahaxx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home just in time to watch the national dae parade. the fireworks were really beautiful! daddy had dozens of grand seat tickets, but we couldn't go, b-cos he's in Australia. but i did watch daddy's soldiers perform! 'shooting stars*' was after that, but i didn't watch it cos mummy thot that show was really boring...sobxx yy am i crying? i don't really care 'bout that show either way! even if its got Taufik and Daphne and Olinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the 9 'o'clockshow @ channel 8 the meng zai shou li. &lt;destiny&gt; so nice...that congye is so horrible! cen fei is so timid and demure. no wonder congye hits her! gd thing siqi is more defensive. poor jingwen! he got hit by the stupid golf club. did u c the shots? jingwen beomes blind! must watch 2morrow's episode. nite nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112363609370879037?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112363609370879037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112363609370879037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112363609370879037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112363609370879037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-singapore-woke-up-late.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112348267133077748</id><published>2005-08-09T00:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T09:31:11.340+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>celebrated national dae with school 2dae. i wore a white top and white pants. i had a red top, but it was 2 small. debs thot i was going 2 a funeral. hahaxx...watever. was suppsosed 2 go down 2 the track 4 the celebration, but the rain ruined our-no. miss choo's plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went 2 school xtra early cos we had 2 practice the '5 Stars Arising' song. we were 2 have a competition with the Sec4s. whoever assigned the songs 2 the respective P6 classes, couldn't u have given 6 hope 'where i belong' or 'home'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimber wore a low-cut white top and mrs lye scolded her. if any1 tries 2 intimidate her, that's her fault! elizabeth, who's alwaez wearing reavealing tops wore a white shirt 2dae. gd 4 her! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaez...mrs goh told us 2 line up in 2s outside the classrooms into the corridor. we sang the national anthem, the school song, said the national pledge, the school pledge &amp; did prayers. that's a pretty long time 2 b standing. nicole felt faint and mrs lye told her 2 sit down. [[poor thing]] we had 2 stand still and keep our mouths shut while miss choo and mrs cheong read the national dae message from the minister of education. by the time they were done, mii legs were positively asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after resting 4 a while in class, mrs lye brought the whole class &lt;excluding&gt; down 2 the gym 4 community singing. we were partnering Sec 4 hope, blue house captain shuwei's class. nicole was a little miffed when shuwei didn't sit bside her. [_nicole's really obsessed with shuwei_] but after the whole thing, nicole didn't really like shuwei that much! wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were given this bk called 'Today in History' free of charge! it was something like a diary with anecdotes and excerpts from different sources. came home @ around 10.45 &amp; went upstairs 2 change &amp;amp; 2 do maths assestment book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a new flag arising, happi and proud r...(drag)....we....hahxx :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112348267133077748?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112348267133077748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112348267133077748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112348267133077748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112348267133077748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/08/celebrated-national-dae-with-school.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112323500420061105</id><published>2005-08-06T03:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:12:30.896+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had 3 periods of English 2dae. mrs lye went through some good phrases while she was the invigilator 4 the 6 charity girls. they r like so good lor...phrases like 'socially responsible' n 'destroy the beauty of our beaches' so nice...i will b the same, yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scored 19 out of 20 4 chinese prelim listening compo. ling lao shi said that she was very happi with us 'cos we did better than the SA1 chinese listening compo. hooray! i improved by 3 marks. only! most of the class got 20 @ 1st, but ling lao shi marked wrongly, so eventually, they got 19. we went through mock paper 2 4 CL n when ling lao shi flipped 2 mii compre page, she said that 'ruiyun, ur words are too small. in PSLE if u do this, u will lose alot of marks' (i translated what she said) i was flushing! must try 2 improve on that part even though it'll b hard...sobxx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought some sweets from mini toons 2 school 2dae. had some during reccess and gave some 2 seh yin n jing ling. mdm chew went through mock prelim paper bklt b n she also chatted with us. that's nice of her, but i still think mrs lye's better! in more ways! mr lui came 2dae. finally! we went through the science worksheets he gave 2 us 2 do when he was absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rambutan was okie during school hours, but during maths enrichment, he suddenly went missing! nicole is going 2 b so mad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth's handphone was confiscated. 'cos sarah, jingling and glenda reported 2 mrs lye about her using the handphone during class time. gd riddance! mrs lye brought her 2 c mr ho, then i dunno wat happened. she came back looking as if she didn't have a care in the world. she's always like that. it's really hard 2 read her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i 4got about maths enrichment until mdm chew told us, then i asked her whether i could call my grandaddie 2 tell him. she nodded her head n i borrowed sarah's handphone. her screensaver so nice! got butterfly! went for lunch with YQ. met phoebe! that oh-so-cute P1. gave her a sweet n she said 'thank u' &lt;thank&gt;mrs hum was so funni 2dae lor...kept joking with us! such a nice person 2 b with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly is innocent! she doesn't hate mrs lye. sorri, kelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nai nai bought new clothes 4 us! thanxx! YQ n i lurve u! hugs and kisses ***. hahaxx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112323500420061105?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112323500420061105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112323500420061105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112323500420061105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112323500420061105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/08/had-3-periods-of-english-2dae.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112314165955678375</id><published>2005-08-05T01:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T10:47:39.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had garlic bread 4 breakfast again. i had english listening compehension 2dae. i can't sae it's hard. some guestions were tricky, though. mdm chew went through prelim paper booklet b. some i did were wrong b-cos i was careless![sobxx...] i scored the highest in class 4 english oral! so happi...must improve on mii reading, i noe. mrs lye said that i had a good attitude, which was why i scored well. do i sound like i'm boasting? it's all true! in the cool girls so-called proud column, i guess i've i'm in there. the think i'm proud and whatnot. they're always like that. ankle socks, low belts, short pinafore...guess they hate mii even more now...who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained so heavily today...AGAIN! renyue was so cute! she said 'jesus had a fight with his father and now the angels are crying' torrential rain, the wind was so strong, i thot a hurricane was approaching. i'm exaggerating. hurricane's can't come near singapore. hahaxx...rambutan almost committed suicide again. he was hanging precariously off a chewed leaf. &lt;goodness!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr lui didn't come 2 school again 2dae, so we did another set of science worksheets. kimber, xiang, macrina and the usual gang were busy playing again. the poor relief tcher had 2 tell them to keep quiet...but alas, they didn't listen. kimber said she was stressed out. that is so not true! if she really was 'stressed out' like she said, she wouldn't b writing in some1 else's profile bk! she would b concentrating on a maths question in her assestment bk or something like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly hates mrs lye cos' she i think mrs lye was a little outspoken with her comments. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait 4 next mondae! national dae celebration in our school! we're supposed 2 wear red and white. the vain ones like lizard asked whether we could wear earrings. *oh please* doesn't she noe wat's good 4 her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112314165955678375?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112314165955678375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112314165955678375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112314165955678375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112314165955678375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/08/had-garlic-bread-4-breakfast-again.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112306006226911400</id><published>2005-08-04T03:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T12:07:42.273+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>toasted garlic bread this morning. YQ was in a much better mood 2dae and she helped mii 2 make breakfast. [cos she didn't wake up @ the wrong side of the bed] had chinese oral during mrs lye's period. she gave us the comments that our invigilator issued 2 us yesterdae. mrs lye said *well done* 2 mii! &lt;so&gt;...i'm seriously elated! hahxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. 2 all those who cheered 4 mii 2 press on 4 NAPFA  yesterdae, thanxx!  claire, claudia, brenna, kimber, hui li...and the others, luv ya! rambutan, our calss pet caterpillar almost committed suicide this afternoon. He almost fell off the edge of the flower pot! nicole pushed him back with an old milo carton. unknown 2 her, she accidentally put rambutan on an ant's nest! not exactly a great dae 4 our rambutan...sobxx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanxx P5 prefects 4 that great farewell party! the chips were great not to mention the nuggets! i really luv that file, bookmark, message and that luvly artwork you did! thanks soo much! hope that you'll do well in ur studies and rise up 2 become 1 of the prefect exco! don't let mii down! lots of hope 4 u! unlock ur dreams with the right key...do it with passion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112306006226911400?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112306006226911400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112306006226911400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112306006226911400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112306006226911400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/08/toasted-garlic-bread-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112297942206112701</id><published>2005-08-02T16:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T14:11:45.003+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did NAPFA 2dae. came in third...9.30 min. YQ did 8.44min. she just found out 2dae. daddy has gone 2 australia for a course. he'll only B back on the 12th of august. i sprained mii ankle AGAIN! it was so painful, that's why i took longer than 9 min. kelly suffered more, though...she passed out in the middle of her run. she regained conciousness lightning fast but she was unable 2 walk.[ poor girl ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel sorri 4 her. ppl like debra and shu xiang think that kelly is fainting on purpose. but i think otherwise. kelly had asthma like mii when she was small, unlike mii she has not fully recovered yet. @ least i think that's the theory...kelly does well in short distances and badly for long distances. how is she going 2 do her NAPFA next year? it's 6 rounds around the track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got and A 4 I.6km. is that a red carpet i c? hahaxx...juz joking. when i completed the run i was really exhilarated...i just finished the hurdle that i had been worrying about. i can't wait till saturdae! mummy's bringing us 2 kinokuniya 2 buy bks! bit of a problem also, b-cuz there's no more space in my cupboard 2 put the bks...anywaez, i'll find a place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112297942206112701?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112297942206112701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112297942206112701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112297942206112701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112297942206112701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/08/did-napfa-2dae.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112288758794754567</id><published>2005-08-02T03:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:14:05.893+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had chinese prelim oral 2dae. i was like, so nervous lor...my heart was beating really fast! chinese isn't really like mii strong subject better @ english, especially compo! Jeremy...didn't know u would go 2 victoria theatre2 support mii! btw how did u know which level i was?! and ken, whateva u did was NOT nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe what? i'm starting 2 miss dancing onstage [aww...] must call hazel 2 discuss what kind of flowers we're gonna give 2 miss lau &lt;i&gt;...she was so kind! miss lau, we love u!!! thanxx 4 buying that expensive makeup for decoration...and that crystal eyeshadow! that was the best! i admit i had butterflies in my stomach when we were behind the wings...it turned out 2 b okae after all...[*yes*] gotta go...calling hazel rite now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112288758794754567?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112288758794754567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112288758794754567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112288758794754567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112288758794754567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/08/had-chinese-prelim-oral-2dae.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112253385319320836</id><published>2005-07-29T00:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T09:57:33.196+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lots of things happened 2dae.some1 vandalised shu xiang's maths work book [goodness] and kerrie cried. there was going to be a concert held in catholic high and it so happened that kerrie was in the choir. there was training 2dae during our 1 hour reccess and kerrie didn't have enough time 2 eat. her tcher didn't believe her and she burst into tears. megan had 2 go down 2 kerrie's class and sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth had an excruciating tummy ache but she couldn't go home becuz there was no 1 2 fetch her...&lt;poor&gt; i can't say tht i like elizabeth by saying that i feel sorry 4 her, but she was to b pitied. we did prelim maths paper during mdm chew's lesson. the sections a and b were easy, but section c was hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae, i went 4 my ballet performance rehersal in victoria theatre and i sprained my ankle. but i can still dance. the dressing room was really great! a whole room 2 ourselves! ( the 9 girls who are in my group, that is ) it really looks like the type of dressing rooms u c during tv shows and the like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112253385319320836?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112253385319320836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112253385319320836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112253385319320836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112253385319320836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/07/lots-of-things-happened-2dae.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112237763628193077</id><published>2005-07-27T05:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:33:56.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so nervous...2moro got NAPHA &amp;amp; i've got 3 hours of dancing in victoria theatre! i helped miss heng record the 1.6km run results 2dae. when i went down 2 the field, miss heng thot i couldn't take PE.[[hey! looks can B deceiving u noe...]] it was raining in torrents-no, it was drizzling, i'm just exaggerating...jovina came in first! 8.29 min! jeremy, haha, she beat u! but, disaster! jovina slipped on the wet track and fell! uh oh, gotta go! sorri this post is so short!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112237763628193077?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112237763628193077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112237763628193077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112237763628193077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112237763628193077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112244597660846604</id><published>2005-07-27T00:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T09:32:56.613+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyxx...2dae we were supposed 2 have NAPFA but there was this stupid fire drill...wateva...actually, that's a good thing, means that i won't B so damn tired during my rehersal in victoria theatre 2nite. i can still practice jogging...i am so envious of YQ lor...8 min....she came in second...the first was 8.28  min. [[so fast]] i changed places with nicole cuz she didn't bring her glasses. mrs lye did some compo good phrases with us. and i went to claudia's house and her tution Tcher said that mr lui was macho man *oh please* he is a great Tcher, but i wouldn't say he was !macho! so sorri, gotta go...claudia's going haywire...no, it's not rubbish, claud, it's a fact!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112244597660846604?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112244597660846604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112244597660846604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112244597660846604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112244597660846604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/07/heyxx_26.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112177170139121957</id><published>2005-07-20T05:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T14:15:01.396+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sooo happy:) i didn't cry during injection. and sanchia, kristin, and jovina didn't cry 2! i even got special treatmentduring the BCG. i can't say that being a prefect is lots of fun, but it has its compensations!  mdm chew was in a foul mood 2dae &amp; she punished quite alot of girls. [oh dear]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaes, we did english UNSW. it was like really difficult lor...managed 2  pull through it, though *hahas*. grandaddie got a new fighting fish 2dae. it was sooo beautiful. violet, lilac and ocean blue. irrediscent colours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched Aspara, or is it Apsara? haiya! it's 1 of them larhhs...their costumes were so colourful and nice! mummy and daddy, thanks for your advice yesterdae about the jab. i did go after all...love u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112177170139121957?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112177170139121957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112177170139121957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112177170139121957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112177170139121957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-sooo-happy-i-didnt-cry-during.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112169420036511700</id><published>2005-07-19T07:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:43:20.370+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on saturdae something happened that i thought was like totally bizzare. okie. while YQ and i were having tution, mummy and daady went 2 Junction 8. nothing wrong with that. here comes the bizzare part. mummy met her ex-boyfriend. [errr] he, of all places, has a daughter studying in our school in primary 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2dae we had NAPHA. i jumped 175 cm for [standing broad jump] kelly jie jie did 195cm! she so tall...larhhs. sad...:( never mind. kelly jie jie, go get gold 4 1.6 km run kayzz? i'll support u!!! kimber was like head over heels *in love*when she saw the cute guy that was 2 B the examiner for [sit and reach].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112169420036511700?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112169420036511700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112169420036511700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112169420036511700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112169420036511700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-saturdae-something-happened-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112142371238853769</id><published>2005-07-16T04:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:35:12.396+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todae we had our health check-up. Some parts were a bit disgusting, i'm not going into details. I was supposed 2 have mii injection 2dae but i had piano exam, so i'm taking it on tuesdae with Sanchia &amp; Kristin. i see so many girls in our class crying &amp;amp; i feel really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YQ &amp; i are toatally different, which is totally bizzare because of 2 things. One, b-cuz she's not afraid of injections and &lt;em&gt;looks&lt;/em&gt; at the needle when she has her injection, and 2, she's 2 years younger than me!Since i wasn't going 2 have mii injection, i tried to comfort those who were crying. Jolene squeezed mii hand so hard, i thought i was going 2 die! [okay, i know it wasn't that bad, i am just exaggerating, hahas...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberley screamed and cried loudly B4 she had 2 take her injection &amp; 3 nurses had 2 calm her down. ( she was sitting on the chair, ready 4 the jab) She screamed so loudly that she made Jing Ling &amp;amp; Li Wen cry, b-cuz it made them think theat the pain would B excruciating. Kelly jie jie also cried B4 the injection but when she had 2 take her jab, she didn't cry. She only made a face that looked like she had swallowed 3 lemons at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed most of our lessons 2dae b-cuz of the check-up. &lt;so&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112142371238853769?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112142371238853769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112142371238853769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112142371238853769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112142371238853769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/07/todae-we-had-our-health-check-up.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112135387960764802</id><published>2005-07-15T09:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:11:19.613+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Todae mrs lye spoke to us about PSLE and the different streams. Daddy is being posted 2 Qatar (somewhere in the middle east) 4 2 years so i will be leaving singapore a few weeks after PSLE, maybe. while everyone else is celebrating christmas in december, i will be studying french, IT &amp; i also will be ice-skating anytime i want! I vow 2 do well in PSLE &amp; get 260 so that i can get to Raffles Girls or some other top school is singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i photocopied some sums from kelly jie jie's maths assestment book &amp; some from jing ling's cloze passage book. She is like so motivated lor...for science, mr lui showed us powerpoint slides and we copied down lots of data. We do this like most of the time...sounds boring to many, but you'll B suprised @ how much u learn in just an hour! (4 those who pay attention, that is...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mdm chew came 2 school again 2dae. goodie! we went through PSLE maths book. there were lots of really challenging &amp; i mean really challlenging sums in the book. ling lao shi went through test paper 7 ( the multiple choice) and we did about 15 minutes of oral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112135387960764802?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112135387960764802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112135387960764802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112135387960764802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112135387960764802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/07/todae-mrs-lye-spoke-to-us-about-psle.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112125002106127777</id><published>2005-07-14T04:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T13:20:21.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;okie.2dae mdm chew didn't come 2 school so we could do our homework. some girls took advantage of it. &lt;&lt;obviously&gt;&gt; they think PSLE is in a few decades time! why can't they be more hardworking? like jing ling or nat. eng? ling lao shi very poor thing. the usual group of girls didn't pay attention in class. ~must be really thick-headed~i feel that she is just wasting her time of them! mr lui cut up the thick stem of a water hyacinth and showed us the air spaces inside. it looked sooo much like bread! i didn't know that chickens had-dig this-scales on their feet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;went to claudia's house while YQ had badminton practice. kelly jie jie helped me with mii blog. thanks again, kelly! i know i very wu liao...i said it on mii tagboard, but...so what? it doesn't hurt saying it another time! till we meet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112125002106127777?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112125002106127777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112125002106127777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112125002106127777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112125002106127777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/07/okie.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112115519561354300</id><published>2005-07-13T02:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T10:59:55.620+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;heyxx...just finished helping Claudia with her blog...i'm in her house right now...i didn't know she had a pet tortoise! YQ is now @ Bishan Sports Hall...supporting the track &amp;amp; field team...@ least i think so...off to post a comment @ Claudia's blog...till we meet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112115519561354300?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112115519561354300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112115519561354300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112115519561354300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112115519561354300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/07/heyxx.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112091947838408376</id><published>2005-07-10T08:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T17:32:45.846+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel so lost...all alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;just wish i could turn back time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;back to when we were friends...the times we shared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;forever cherished by me...what about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You left without a word...no reason...why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You went without a backard glance...and left me there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;unprotected...a solitary figure...in the pouring rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i could just make out your faint sillhouette...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;for a passing moment...then, you were gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like a shadow...do you still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;remember when... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112091947838408376?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112091947838408376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112091947838408376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-feel-so-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-112083471664328205</id><published>2005-07-09T08:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T17:58:36.646+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm sooo tired... it's almost 11 already...just finished typing out proverbs for english homework. 5 pages altogether. Went for Singa award interwiew 2dae. Me, christine, abigail and celine. i was sooo nervous and the room was really cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-112083471664328205?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/112083471664328205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=112083471664328205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112083471664328205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/112083471664328205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-sooo-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-111658843115556455</id><published>2005-05-21T05:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T14:27:11.156+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guess what? i'm going 2 Dubai on mondae! can u believe it? the flight's @ 3 a.m! i'll be missing school 4 3 daes.got sarah 2 help me collect mi homework. i've already got 1430 good phrases in my good phrases book! getting closer to 4000...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-111658843115556455?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/111658843115556455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=111658843115556455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/111658843115556455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/111658843115556455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/05/guess-what-im-going-2-dubai-on-mondae.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-111648982279424553</id><published>2005-05-19T15:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:03:42.796+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Goody goody! i got 82 for Science SA1! improved by 30 marks! i'm aiming 4 91 marks (A*) during Prelims. i'm starting revision 2morrow. you mite tink it's 2 early, but time flies u know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-111648982279424553?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/111648982279424553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=111648982279424553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/111648982279424553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/111648982279424553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/05/goody-goody-i-got-82-for-science-sa1.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-111640517284062697</id><published>2005-05-19T02:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T11:32:52.843+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Got mi English and Maths results 2dae. i was the 2nd highest in class 4 english! Yay! i dropped by 14 marks for maths, though. better pull myself up or i won't get the 260 i'm aiming for PSLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-111640517284062697?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/111640517284062697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=111640517284062697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/111640517284062697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/111640517284062697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/05/got-mi-english-and-maths-results-2dae.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-111632373061632840</id><published>2005-05-18T04:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T12:55:30.620+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just finished editing my profile. can't give to much info.&lt;safety&gt; can anybody guess the name of my birthstone? if you guessed *amethyst*, you're correct! for the names of your respective birthstones, look below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;January-Garnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;February-Amethyst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;March-Aquamarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;April-Diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;May-Emerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;June-Pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;July-Ruby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;August-Peridot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;September-Sapphire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;October-Opal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;November-Topaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;December-Turquoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-111632373061632840?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/feeds/111632373061632840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12961861&amp;postID=111632373061632840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/111632373061632840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/111632373061632840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-finished-editing-my-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12961861.post-111631934903081896</id><published>2005-05-18T02:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T11:42:29.033+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hey frenz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;this is my first time having a blog.all thanks to natalie eng, my best friend for helping me to create this blog. all thanks to my sister, hillary aka yu qing for helping me when i got into a tight spot. love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12961861-111631934903081896?l=j--adore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/111631934903081896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12961861/posts/default/111631934903081896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j--adore.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey-frenz-this-is-my-first-time-having.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07694145464638842593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
