<?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-18038434</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:04:14.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jigsawed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>434</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-221919214800760694</id><published>2010-03-30T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:39:53.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE YOU BLOGGER YOU DONT ABANDON ME IN MY TIME OF NEED (UNLIKE LIVEJOURNAL) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Last night, Kristen and I were ready to strangle each other over MSN because our repeated attempts at adding each other on iChat were desperately failing and she being an evil bitch was being all condescending and 'are you sure Zing?' 'CHECK' 'CHECK AGAIN' 'LOOK AT YOUR ICHAT' and stuff and me trying to send her a screenshot of my iChat page failed too and Lj has been refusing to post my pictures so my Lj consists of tubs of words and white spaces, so I CAME HERE AND BLOGGER SAVED ME.&lt;i&gt; Ish&lt;/i&gt; because then Kristen made me (REALLY MADE ME) create a .mac account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iChat with Clarissa and her was fun though :) I was telling Clarissa it was like our conference calls last year, only we MOVED WITH DA TIMES and webcammed instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm up early today :) I really miss blogger and it's easygoing nature (eat my shoe Lj) but Lj does dangle tempting features like controlled privacy and tons of communities like a pretty bitch SO I'M SORRY BLOGGER YOU REALLY ROCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-221919214800760694?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/221919214800760694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=221919214800760694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/221919214800760694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/221919214800760694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-you-blogger-you-dont-abandon-me.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-4862738423901699256</id><published>2009-12-11T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:52:12.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi haha wow this is neglected. I've got a Lj after immense peer pressure. Horrible friends. I won't delete this. I feel awkward typing. O Levels are over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-4862738423901699256?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4862738423901699256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=4862738423901699256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4862738423901699256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4862738423901699256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-haha-wow-this-is-neglected.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-6387057625945281802</id><published>2009-10-19T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:05:25.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want to note how I'm feeling, two days before my first O Level paper (besides Chinese), on Wednesday. I'm tired and frustrated and panicky and stressed beyond belief. Really regretful, and crazily scared since I remembered an ex tutor telling a Sec 4 last year, that he should have finished his maths Tys twice over before O Levels and I haven't even completed it. Yes I can't wait for this to end, but then my holiday will be a fitful one, unease constantly brewing underneath the surface of fun. I want to be confident of amazing results next January, not bite my lips and tremble in fear. I want to hope, that whatever I do now really matters, those A1s are within grasp, but then it weeds itself in my mind: I don't deserve whatever good results I want. But I need to have hope, and dreams, and weave it into actions, so at least I can pray for the best, for one more chance - and I will learn from this and use this chance to the best of my ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-6387057625945281802?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6387057625945281802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=6387057625945281802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/6387057625945281802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/6387057625945281802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-want-to-note-how-im-feeling-two.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3489427150116007774</id><published>2009-10-08T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:47:26.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye. Bye! goodbye. Goodbye. See you. Cya. See ya! See ya &lt;em&gt;around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practising my goodbyes like maths Tys, I'm scared, nervous, and sad all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring tissues? I think I'll cry. I don't know. I don't want to predict tears. Hah. Strange feelings. Sucks that we might never see some people ever again, or if ever, they'll be a figure suspended between Acquaintance and Stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be getting better at this Bye Business, since I've cried and cried for P6 classmates, Sec 2 classmates...Don't forget your friends. It'd kill me to recognise a good friend on the streets, then bow my head or pretend to be texting, because I didn't know what to say. SWEARWORD this, I'm going to sleep and face tomorrow like a brave girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-3489427150116007774?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3489427150116007774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3489427150116007774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3489427150116007774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3489427150116007774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/10/bye.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-825185417329522584</id><published>2009-09-05T13:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:50:48.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Webcammed with Xinyun and Huining. They were at the Esplanade library so we did everything in silence. It involved a whole lot of eyebrow-shoving, nosehair-displaying, frowning, and silent laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Miss Izrina after Amaths. Passed her the combined Teachers' Day gift. I think I've said all that I could and less in the cards. But I'm so super grateful for Drama. It's the 7 hours a week that drives me to near madness and what keeps me going all the same. I don't hang out with the Drama kids in class, but cheesy as it sounds (very very mozerella) we've built something these three years. Solid. And the proximity we enjoy with the 3 teachers and Mrs. Crothers is unimaginably satisfying. I love that we won't be just another 14 faces that blur as the years zoom by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we snuck Mr. Fi out of the Lower Sec celebrations and presented him with his Box of Socks. Each Drama girl gave him a pair and he looked so amused and amazed at once, and it was so brilliant to hear him say " Of course I'll never forget you girls! My first graduating batch!" His feet are going to be very snug feet in his pointy shoes when term4 begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Miss Izrina refers to us as her "chil'ren!" and kept threatening to cry.&lt;br /&gt;It's all very fuzzy-feely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that. It's been an utterly tiring week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You half-know you are exhausted beyond belief, but because day after day it's the same punishing schedule of brain-draining paper, 1hr break to cram, next brain-mucking paper, rush home in a daze to fit facts up your nose and holding your head carefully so they won't spill out of your ears, or 4hours of tuition staring at the glinting whiteboard trying to process as much information, lodge as many formulas in your brain as possible, then home to cram whatever's left, and slump to bed and dreams of Venice past midnight. Rinse and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, after the Amaths paper, the tension came to a brief standstill. A loose halt. One week of holiday before everything begins again. And I was so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no discipline whatsoever. I need the highly-strung timetable to keep me studying. See, it pauses and I don't do anything productive for one and a half days. That's like a billion lightyears in MathematicsWorld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are inching forward to the Big&amp;amp;Extremely Large, and even though her motivational skills are quite lacking, Mrs. Lim was right. It's all mind over matter. I don't think mine is set in iron right now, but I'm going to wrestle myself off the comp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-825185417329522584?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/825185417329522584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=825185417329522584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/825185417329522584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/825185417329522584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/09/webcammed-with-xinyun-and-huining.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-4138253415384207884</id><published>2009-08-29T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:26:22.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Friday was English, Thursday was Bio/Chem Prac and Drama, yesterday was Bio+Literature. I recieved a yellow daisy from Huining and a red rose from Yim Qi. We spent an hour chasing teachers pre-teacher's day to give them presents, and it was quite awkward cos I didn't bring my gifts yesterday. I haven't studied since Friday morning, it feels like exams are over when it's just beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Prelims worked like this. Sec One, Two, Three, I imagined myself ready two weeks before it all started, done my TYS twice over, and basically all prepared. I imagined my days starting and ending with studying, with ink stains on my fingers and post-its stuck in my hair. Social Studies, HMT, Amaths and Emaths Paper 1 to conquer before September holidays, then it all continues after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone on a proper Parkway-after-school-because-we-feel-like-it in &lt;em&gt;ages.&lt;/em&gt; I need a haircut. I hope the after-'O' Levels plans live up to all the hype. Talking to yourself is quite therapeutic :) you can't offend the other person! hahahhaha. Void deck studying is no use, the rest of the school are too busy enjoying 45 minutes of freedom to care about your exam in an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-4138253415384207884?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4138253415384207884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=4138253415384207884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4138253415384207884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4138253415384207884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-friday-was-english-thursday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-7297666867321441220</id><published>2009-08-18T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:15:37.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just ate a kitkat and it tasted absolutely amazing. The sugar in my bloodstream has boosted my energy level somewhat so fingers crossed I can outlast a full Amaths paper, revision, a Chem paper, and sixteen Drama logs. The chocolate half-wrecked my throat but I still have a package of M&amp;Ms sitting daintily beside my foolscap. Drama was five and a half hours long and exhausting and brilliant today. OH and Kristen and Clarissa were accepted by Ngee Ann, I am so incredibly proud of them it's as if they were my kids hahaha shudder shudder :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-7297666867321441220?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7297666867321441220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=7297666867321441220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7297666867321441220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7297666867321441220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-ate-kitkat-and-it-tasted.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-6735967844882087257</id><published>2009-08-17T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:24:30.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English 'O' Level Oral today. I know I usually talk a whole lot of rubbish but I think this just brought it to a whole new level; :) Questions for conversation were unexpected and various reactions to the questions were funny, haha. My worksheets are in a mess, I can't find my literature 08 tkgs prelim paper, and I'm so fructosing exhausted ughhhhhhhh garnier light save me (and my eyebags)... K lack of sleep causes me to be whiny, which in turn gives me a rather strange kick to be so annoying :) two months come oooooon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-6735967844882087257?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6735967844882087257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=6735967844882087257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/6735967844882087257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/6735967844882087257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/08/english-o-level-oral-today.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8657953176524275447</id><published>2009-07-31T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:29:14.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in front of the computer in my pyjamas, slightly woozy from medicine, watching Spice Girls videos on Youtube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-8657953176524275447?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8657953176524275447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8657953176524275447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8657953176524275447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8657953176524275447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sitting-in-front-of-computer-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-9075727071600320895</id><published>2009-07-26T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:52:58.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Smv219SGiuI/AAAAAAAABIc/dDPSORTMQXE/s1600-h/DSC01745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362651188158696162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Smv219SGiuI/AAAAAAAABIc/dDPSORTMQXE/s400/DSC01745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 22nd July; Happy Birthday Zhengy! Yes we love you. Yes we must fight everyday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Smv21k2Be0I/AAAAAAAABIU/FTcvmzO8fMs/s1600-h/DSC01788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362651181598473026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Smv21k2Be0I/AAAAAAAABIU/FTcvmzO8fMs/s400/DSC01788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bouncy castles@ Katong mall last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout Thursday afternoon, evening, night, Friday school and Napfa, Xinyun and Rachel were led to believe we were 1) having a pizza party in Parkway's male toilets 2) in the baby's powder room 3) playing DDR at Roxy Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even led them through Roxy Square and then on to Parkway on the pretext of having to draw money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maniacal jumping, Ice and Water, and Marco Polo all spin into a completely different realm when you do them on bouncy surfaces. I loved that I could fall freely, limbs akimbo, head thrust into the air, and not get hurt :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCHOOL TOMORROW. &lt;strong&gt;Prelims-&gt;Block periods-&gt;Home study-&gt;'O' Levels.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COME ONNNNNNNNN AHHHHHH. Five days to the next weekend, I am in disbelief how I am living my year like this, counting down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been studying with Sharonlimyu-zhen; saw her non-stop this weekend. Friday at Buger King, Saturday at Starbucks, Today at my house. We had fun, trading woeful looks over our Area of Region books and annoying the jiggle out of each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRUCTOSE IS NOT A SWEAR WORD, IS IT?&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/18038434-9075727071600320895?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/9075727071600320895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=9075727071600320895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/9075727071600320895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/9075727071600320895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/07/22nd-july-happy-birthday-zhengy-yes-we.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Smv219SGiuI/AAAAAAAABIc/dDPSORTMQXE/s72-c/DSC01745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-2795630648873211799</id><published>2009-07-20T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:25:41.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sexy's restlessness spilled over to me. Even from first period, I was taking out my shoes, crossing my legs, bringing up my feet, shuffling my chair, squirming, pacing, and just so fiddly! Chem IR was a goner, all I did was write dirty messages to Sexy, laugh at Xiaonan laughing at her book, whisper to Huining, go into self-induced fits of laughter, and occasionally deign to copy something down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-2795630648873211799?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2795630648873211799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=2795630648873211799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2795630648873211799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2795630648873211799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/07/sexys-restlessness-spilled-over-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-255795031584660804</id><published>2009-07-16T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:42:24.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's gone to the point whereby you either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) need to take a bigass break from school (three-day weekends help)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) absolutely have to get your act together because there's a hundred odd days left to 'O' Levels and everyday you come to school waiting for it to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are well into the fourth year in Tk and all just wriggling with nervous energy to get out. But where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC, Poly, Overseas -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final year's crammed with cliches and is so cheesy I can choke. The past week's been disintegrating into tired faces and aching muscles, disinterested expressions and slumped shoulders, I wish school would be more inspirational, more exciting. I wish they didn't take away hyper school activities from Sec 4s and I wish learning was fun. Or, I wish I were learning things I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a little more than scared because I'm feeling the heat from afternoon IRs, but not the heat to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was good today :) Descriptive writing was funny and brilliant. Spent most of the day exchanging whines about aching muscles and creaky steps after yesterday's extended P.E. period of 5 items, Ice&amp;amp;Water, and blockchase/H20 haha we are such wimps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm still a bit sore about Zany cancellation, Rebecca's right I need to toughen up (tough face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEKEND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-255795031584660804?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/255795031584660804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=255795031584660804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/255795031584660804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/255795031584660804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-gone-to-point-whereby-you-either.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-2048250812772189537</id><published>2009-07-11T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:59:18.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CROSSCOUNTRY/ZANY, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-2048250812772189537?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2048250812772189537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=2048250812772189537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2048250812772189537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2048250812772189537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/07/crosscountryzany-please.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3237108316512175585</id><published>2009-07-02T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:13:50.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the last day of the first week of school, and my assignments are already piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been slipping into routine, with half the class sleeping before the morning music plays, extended periods-before-recess, shuffling to classes, temperature checks, stuffing my thermometer into my mouth before anybody else does so I can be on time to hold out the plastic bag and yell a sound when somebody drops their tissue in, and be patted on the head and called 'rubbish girl', 25 minute recesses spent occupying a table with '1' written on it, Yimqi's burps, taking turns to buy drinks, piling up bowls and plates and cups and spoons and forks and straws, languidly walking back to class after 11.10, occasional skipping of recess to study/finish Hw, recaps during Bio, height and weight check, climbing four stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember it all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of term three has been relatively slow-paced, what with half the first day taken up by FM sessions in lieu with the anti-H1N1 scheme, and IR cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if five weeks down the term, we will still be having recess slowly and lazily, tuning out during classes we don't like, sleeping before morning assembly, and laughing our way up four flights of stairs after recess because one of us is doing something incredibly irrelevant but so funny, because we are full and we got a break and we are late for class. Whether Drama sessions will still be spent huddled in a distorted circle, talking about constipated Jonas songs or how hot gay boys are or whatever strikes our fancy, because we all know - "whatever is said in Drama stays in Drama"; Kristen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother tongue girls took their 'O' Level Oral today, and we have officially spent two whole periods of English enunciating the 'k's at the end of each word, and reciting words together as a class, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm four days into the second last term of my secondary school life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I'm nervous because I don't remember anything about The Nervous System, done the Catholic High Paper 1 for Amaths due tomorrow, nor practised my scheduled Trigo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop swearing so fluidly (or at least, cut down), sleep by 10.30, and &lt;em&gt;temporarily&lt;/em&gt; get over my Brit boy, Gay boy fantasies, so I won't sob my heart out regretting like a cow next year when I recieve my results. Oh and correct my posture, the muscles between my shoulder blades are knotted and they hurt along with my thighs and calves (haha 2.4km haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-3237108316512175585?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3237108316512175585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3237108316512175585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3237108316512175585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3237108316512175585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrows-last-day-of-first-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-885894340447646574</id><published>2009-06-26T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:04:14.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SkSAy6D2W9I/AAAAAAAABIM/ogw9Ab6qUmI/s1600-h/michael+jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351543869290208210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SkSAy6D2W9I/AAAAAAAABIM/ogw9Ab6qUmI/s400/michael+jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP, Michael Jackson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-885894340447646574?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/885894340447646574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=885894340447646574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/885894340447646574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/885894340447646574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SkSAy6D2W9I/AAAAAAAABIM/ogw9Ab6qUmI/s72-c/michael+jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-5045401095180720428</id><published>2009-06-25T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:07:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to squeeze out time to update, because I want to remember everything about the last year in secondary school, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to change my skin, because I think it's so old that even the owner deleted the pictures, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks' worth of holidays are not enough, but it's been a good break with studying but not enough studying involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Steamboat at Sharonlimyu-zhen's house last Friday with Jocelyn and her brother, Dominic, and her grandmother (for a little bit). It was slow-paced and casual and it is surprising how comfortable we are with each other that we don't need to go window-shopping or be out in a mall, and still have fun. We hung around a little, watching snippets of Monsters VS Aliens, Jocelyn and Dominic's laughter echoing, reading the newspapers with Sharon on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Barney's, and swung and took pictures as per tradition, then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came over on Tuesday to study and swim. The studying went well, because I managed to finish all but one of Chem Paper One TYS by the evening. We did ten laps, lunched at Eatzi, went to the playground, and Sharon came up to study some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to make a study plan and spent an hour drawing lines, which none of us can actually do swiftly and glamorously without breaking into a sweat. That night, she called me at ten and we managed to schedule only up to the end of July, by eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago, our idea of fun and 'going out' was trawling malls endlessly, brainlessly. Haha now, shopping is summed up by lists of wants, missions to tick the checklists off, and recently overpowered by clicks and neon websites, because online shopping is simply the fastest way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 days ago, our notion of spending time with friends was equal to catching a movie because there really was nothing else to do. Now, we select movies we actually want to watch, and spend our time together but doing productive things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because we don't have as much spare time, but I think we've all grown a little, admist the stress and clutter major exams bring about (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the girly girls, I haven't seen them the whole holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably make up half of the excitement to go back to school, hahaha. Not that I am itching to go back, IR will start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a new skin because the boxes annoy me, Ugh don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Hannah Montana The Movie with my family last Saturday at Vivo heehee &lt;strong&gt;DISNEY CHANNEL FOREVA!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months to Prelims, hi Ziying from the future reading your archives, please tell me you are not regretting spending ten minutes blabbering to nobody (which is what it feels like while blogging) and that you scored disgustingly good grades for 'O' Levels (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy came over to help me yesterday, and we played Guitar Hero for 45 minutes, it felt amazing. LUV YOU SO MUCH FAKEBANGS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Sak cut her hair she is so hot I want to integrate with her (AMATHS-SEXY WINK)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-5045401095180720428?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5045401095180720428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=5045401095180720428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5045401095180720428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5045401095180720428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-to-squeeze-out-time-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-1860990128008231976</id><published>2009-06-16T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:40:00.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I NEED TO SWEAR BECAUSE I NEED TO STUDY BECAUSE 'O' LEVELS ARE COMING IN FOUR MONTHS BECAUSE I NEED MINDBLOWINGLY GOOD RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be more motivated to start liking Chem after my A2 but Sciences and I have not been on good negotiating terms and THAT SUCKS. Bio is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I AM SUCH AN INTENSE WHINER (PUNCH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH NEED TO STUDY MY BUTT NUMB &lt;strong&gt;NOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-1860990128008231976?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1860990128008231976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=1860990128008231976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1860990128008231976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1860990128008231976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-to-swear-because-i-need-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-2405260811392528864</id><published>2009-06-02T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:58:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite having spent close to four years in TK, I sometimes still catch myself looking down when I'm clad in my uniform, and wondering how in the world could a uniform be so GREEN? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might actually miss this abnormalcy :) Which other school uniform is as selfish as ours? (our green clashes with just about every other colour besides the lighter green of our blouse)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-2405260811392528864?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2405260811392528864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=2405260811392528864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2405260811392528864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2405260811392528864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/06/despite-having-spent-close-to-four.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8054335594014300076</id><published>2009-05-15T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:29:50.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SgzRmcEjOSI/AAAAAAAABH0/s0Z8rtiSBgk/s1600-h/DSC08475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335870116827707682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SgzRmcEjOSI/AAAAAAAABH0/s0Z8rtiSBgk/s320/DSC08475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10th May 2009, Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mothers' Day Mummy! We love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;to grandma, aunties, and the rest of the mothers (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd E-learning Day of the year. The Word Doc. for SS is opened, and relatively untouched. I logged onto Youtube and they have this section where they recommend videos to you based on which type you most frequently view, and I got recommended a video on reasons why you should be gay. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I honestly didn't know I watched so many Maxxie videos till Zhengy and I made our agreement.&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/18038434-8054335594014300076?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8054335594014300076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8054335594014300076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8054335594014300076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8054335594014300076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/05/10th-may-2009-sunday-happy-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SgzRmcEjOSI/AAAAAAAABH0/s0Z8rtiSBgk/s72-c/DSC08475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-7284435873719840333</id><published>2009-05-11T17:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:24:28.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334490188522916514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SgfqkCi3CqI/AAAAAAAABGE/yIifu1fGDoQ/s320/DSC01285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sharonlimyu-zhen came over two weeks ago, on the Thursday before Labour Day, to study with Zhengy and I, and thankfully I cleared the brief cloudy no-point-in-studying spell I had for a full day and a half (: We had fun, laughing and catching up, and we still got some studying done so that was rather productive (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334490192323992738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SgfqkQtG3KI/AAAAAAAABGM/zNkVnjKk-ys/s320/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334505745336607218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgf4tkMRofI/AAAAAAAABHs/3exyhUYCwE8/s320/DSC01333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgf4tcIjkeI/AAAAAAAABHk/3PNoOav-3kM/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334505743173521890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgf4tcIjkeI/AAAAAAAABHk/3PNoOav-3kM/s320/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgf4teZOCDI/AAAAAAAABHc/aVu_snVJFLM/s1600-h/DSC01331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334505743780284466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgf4teZOCDI/AAAAAAAABHc/aVu_snVJFLM/s320/DSC01331.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgf4tPB9LMI/AAAAAAAABHU/I-RLegIJPC4/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334505739656178882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgf4tPB9LMI/AAAAAAAABHU/I-RLegIJPC4/s320/DSC01324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgf4s4dctLI/AAAAAAAABHM/LmUEOEA0eM0/s1600-h/DSC01318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334505733597476018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgf4s4dctLI/AAAAAAAABHM/LmUEOEA0eM0/s320/DSC01318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SgftAE6j2fI/AAAAAAAABHE/XEy1wcMTfa0/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334492869218785778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SgftAE6j2fI/AAAAAAAABHE/XEy1wcMTfa0/s320/DSC01314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgfs_0eKMOI/AAAAAAAABG8/xLKIL9spQRs/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334492864804696290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgfs_0eKMOI/AAAAAAAABG8/xLKIL9spQRs/s320/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgfs_hbk1eI/AAAAAAAABG0/TMrCMAsK7pM/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334492859693585890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgfs_hbk1eI/AAAAAAAABG0/TMrCMAsK7pM/s320/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgfs_Zu9T4I/AAAAAAAABGs/E2VvO3PWHRw/s1600-h/DSC01307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334492857627398018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgfs_Zu9T4I/AAAAAAAABGs/E2VvO3PWHRw/s320/DSC01307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgfs_GWvMbI/AAAAAAAABGk/8uyjkH5Ohxc/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334492852425535922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgfs_GWvMbI/AAAAAAAABGk/8uyjkH5Ohxc/s320/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgfqk8lYOdI/AAAAAAAABGc/ithkf8qit1U/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334490204102736338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgfqk8lYOdI/AAAAAAAABGc/ithkf8qit1U/s320/DSC01304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SgfqkgpNHyI/AAAAAAAABGU/Z37iKu3RZNc/s1600-h/DSC01303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334490196602593058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SgfqkgpNHyI/AAAAAAAABGU/Z37iKu3RZNc/s320/DSC01303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334490184046218114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sgfqjx3iC4I/AAAAAAAABF8/Oboc1B5EBqg/s320/DSC01344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flea-ker of Hope at House Club on Saturday, with Xinyun Rebecca Rachel Huining Amelia Bong Yim Qi (: We were all rather excited and noisy, and the flea was a little boring but the company was good. I got a necklace though, and Amelia&amp;amp;Yim Qi got Victoria Secret bags, the others got some clothes, so pretty worth it (: Shopped more at Central, got cute shoes with Xinyun over at Club Marc heehee I feel so girly but I changed into them after that because my sneakers were causing my toes to swell up and blister. We took pictures! Mother's Day dinner with the entire family at Sakura and bowling at Chinese Swimming Club after that well into the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing nothing solid ever since Friday, and it's been feeling so good it's difficult to swerve back on track and to keep my eyes fixed on the final 'O' Levels instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's Drama tomorrow and we have to reach school as per normal for temperature taking, AND we'll be doing the dreaded monologues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- снαiтαli says:&lt;br /&gt;nomonomonomonomo&lt;br /&gt;- снαiтαli says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean NO MONO NO MONO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- снαiтαli says:&lt;br /&gt;OKAY GD NIGHT MAXXIESEXY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: (: HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh Monologues need to kissmyass. NOMONONOMONONOMONO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing Our Town notes today - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;In the process, she teaches the audience to appreciate everything in life - the ticking of a clock, the smell of a sunflower, the wonder of a mother’s love, and a thousand other little things taken for granted each day.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a brilliant play, but so scary to be used as an exam text. The thing about Drama is, we write our own textbook and use our own analysis as our answers, but they are not necessarily correct answers. That means, we could be studying something completely off the mark for all we know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT - &lt;em&gt;positive energy positive energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-7284435873719840333?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7284435873719840333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=7284435873719840333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7284435873719840333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7284435873719840333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/05/sharonlimyu-zhen-came-over-two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SgfqkCi3CqI/AAAAAAAABGE/yIifu1fGDoQ/s72-c/DSC01285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-2332331494852683851</id><published>2009-05-02T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:06:58.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being in the midst of Midyears is a little confusing, feeling a touch misled. This year is turning out to be a revelation of sorts, and also an opening to all things cheesy, all things cliche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-2332331494852683851?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2332331494852683851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=2332331494852683851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2332331494852683851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2332331494852683851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-in-midst-of-midyears-is-little.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3207662127781376444</id><published>2009-04-25T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:04:02.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SfKX4hXvP5I/AAAAAAAABF0/8gOkZIe9Fdg/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328488306419122066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SfKX4hXvP5I/AAAAAAAABF0/8gOkZIe9Fdg/s320/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5th May 2009 - Happy 16th, my delicious slice of hotness. Y'know despite how we may occasionally engage in bouts of (harmless) flirting and not-so-torrid affairs with other whoevers, our hearts (beating or otherwise) will forever be linked (: LUV YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SfKTtUIUC5I/AAAAAAAABFs/gpj6hcAsOTQ/s1600-h/DSC01074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328483715839691666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SfKTtUIUC5I/AAAAAAAABFs/gpj6hcAsOTQ/s320/DSC01074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Good Friday, I met Xinyun, Amelia, and Rebecca to zip to Ikea for lunch and some wandering about. We were madly stuffing our faces, it was fun. But we all had to rush home, I to my Grandma's birthday dinner (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SfKTtNxZPuI/AAAAAAAABFk/TR4zBxfZu2A/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328483714132950754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SfKTtNxZPuI/AAAAAAAABFk/TR4zBxfZu2A/s320/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I seem to be catching up on sleep every Saturday, it's almost a ritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, Drama girls of all levels headed to Vjc for their Drama Night, put on by their Drama Club. It was a rather thought-evoking night, and not in a very positive way, have I become a theatre snob? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The jnrs seemed to enjoy themselves pretty well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All said, I love my batch of Drama girls (: I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-3207662127781376444?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3207662127781376444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3207662127781376444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3207662127781376444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3207662127781376444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/04/5th-may-2009-happy-16th-my-delicious.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SfKX4hXvP5I/AAAAAAAABF0/8gOkZIe9Fdg/s72-c/DSC00905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-7983590078809959732</id><published>2009-04-20T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:00:23.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SeyNTSNZTaI/AAAAAAAABFc/o9fk85sXruk/s1600-h/mitch+hewer5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326787821717507490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SeyNTSNZTaI/AAAAAAAABFc/o9fk85sXruk/s320/mitch+hewer5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so beautiful (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much better than your Pussydog Huining HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this from his facebook fan page, and I can't stop smiling while I scroll through the pictures - it's kindof a little scary that he is so&lt;em&gt; edible&lt;/em&gt; but neverrrrrrmind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CONGRATS &lt;em&gt;CHOIR GIRLS&lt;/em&gt;, GOLD WITH HONOURS X2 (: &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/18038434-7983590078809959732?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7983590078809959732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=7983590078809959732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7983590078809959732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7983590078809959732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-is-so-beautiful-much-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SeyNTSNZTaI/AAAAAAAABFc/o9fk85sXruk/s72-c/mitch+hewer5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-7851680154207602244</id><published>2009-04-18T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:45:23.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally repaid the sleep debt that I'd incurred ever since school reopened for Term 2, and it felt amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the whole family was hiding from the heat in Mummy and Daddy's room with the air-conditioner blasting and Red Cliff on DVD, I asked Mummy whether the four great beauties were fat (I heard it somewhere) and she raised her eyebrows really comically and answered, "You mean I'm one of them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol doesn't do laughing really loudly any justice, it just seems like the person is too lazy/doesn't bother to laugh or doesn't really find it funny. Maybe LOL. Hahaha I thought Red Cliff was good, even though I never thought war films were my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP at Bedok Reservoir yesterday was amusing, Jeanna and Deepika filmed Jack&amp;amp;Jill on Tuesday, Dance achieved Gold for Syf (Congrats!), Sec Four Farewell on Wednesday (luv jnrs) and I've been sucked into American Idol obsession again (Kris Allen, Danny Gokey, Adam Lambert, Allison Iraheta, I cannot pick a favourite right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I keep repeating What Hurts the Most by Danny Gokey, Make You Feel My Love, Falling Slowly by Kris Allen and Mad World by Adam Lambert, hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IR has been trucks tiring, Amaths Intensive completely shredded Xinyun's and my confidence, realising that Sec 3 work had been forgotten since all we've been doing is differentiating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Skins, I can watch the trailers for Seasons 1&amp;amp;2 repeatedly and never ever not experience the spell it manages to hold over you. You tend to pretend you are there, with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-7851680154207602244?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7851680154207602244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=7851680154207602244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7851680154207602244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7851680154207602244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-finally-repaid-sleep-debt-that-id.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8796022484354279637</id><published>2009-04-12T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:16:38.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Easter (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-8796022484354279637?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8796022484354279637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8796022484354279637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8796022484354279637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8796022484354279637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8746465103447945520</id><published>2009-04-11T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:32:28.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a Drama (as a Subject) Convention at St. Nicks sometime in January, and I never did mention it. It was on Friday evening, Valentine's Day's eve. Nearly all the schools (secondary and junior college levels) that offers Drama participated, and during the get-to-knows, I was with Jeanna in a group where we talked about and wrote down in markers on a huge expanse of white paper topics they tossed us. And we all agreed on how Drama is such an overlooked subject. Three-quarters of the people I talk to about Drama, even in Tk, think I'm talking about a CCA. Countless people joke about it when I correct them and dismiss it as a "slack" subject. They exclaim about how fortunate I am and that they wished their school offered it as well, because after all, it's just "acting". A1 all the way, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put on a performance comprising of ensemble work and monologues, and we had to leave during the second half of the performances, and the ride back to school was reflective, the mood subdued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad we went, thankyou St. Nicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday of Valentine's Day, I had a date with my trusty old Sexy (sixteen ok!). We had big grand plans of an &lt;em&gt;atas &lt;/em&gt;dinner, dressed fancily, acting super mature, then heading towards Hwa Chong Instituition where we had tickets to Under Pressure, a musical they were putting on for charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up roaming Orchard and settling on Tcc, then waiting on the steps for a bus, stalking a couple to another busstop, then finally hailed a cab and stuck our tongues out when we passed the bus that rejected us (haha rhyme rhyme rhyme your boat gently down the streamofsaliva hahahha I'm not very funny dammit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed really hard. I heard Kristen laugh out loud and I was so stunned. (We all know how famous her scarily silent laughter is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy picked us up, it was a romantic posh night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1308189870"&gt;Kristen Ong Xinru&lt;/a&gt; at 6:52pm April 10&lt;br /&gt;... :(hold my hand, im sorry, please forgive me.*wipes tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ziying Teng" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=600648510"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=600648510"&gt;Ziying Teng&lt;/a&gt; at 11:27pm April 10&lt;br /&gt;(punches tear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kristen Ong Xinru" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1308189870"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1308189870"&gt;Kristen Ong Xinru&lt;/a&gt; at 9:36am April 11&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha! You think you mohammad ali ah wah seh wah piang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ziying Teng" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=600648510"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=600648510"&gt;Ziying Teng&lt;/a&gt; at 7:17pm April 11&lt;br /&gt;??????????????????? WHAT? I DON'T GET YOUR (JOKE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kristen Ong Xinru" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1308189870"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1308189870"&gt;Kristen Ong Xinru&lt;/a&gt; at 8:02pm April 11&lt;br /&gt;mohammad ali is a boxer! DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ziying Teng" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=600648510"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=600648510"&gt;Ziying Teng&lt;/a&gt; at 8:41pm April 11&lt;br /&gt;DUH IS WHAT YOUR BRAIN SOUNDS LIKE. HAHAHAHHAHAHA. I haven't replied your msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kristen Ong Xinru" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1308189870"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1308189870"&gt;Kristen Ong Xinru&lt;/a&gt; at 9:13pm April 11&lt;br /&gt;you suck (my cock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ziying Teng" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=600648510"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=600648510"&gt;Ziying Teng&lt;/a&gt; at 9:18pm April 11&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahahaha I cannot believe you said that (in public) Sexy we talked about revealing our dirty secrets out loud! Think about what people's faces will look like (HAHA GEDDIT FACE-BOOK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you adore my Sexy? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Campaign&lt;/strong&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I know what it's like to be rejected multiple times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;2) I learnt a whole lot of new excuses.&lt;br /&gt;3) Change strategy when you realise everybody is swerving away from you (hide the stickers!)&lt;br /&gt;4) I love it (it makes me feel like I'm glowing) when people smile, wave, answer, stop, make an effort, to acknowledge you.&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;em&gt;Hello!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all very educational, actually. Bet my skin grew thicker. Heehee Jolene is an awesome partner (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with Sharonlimyu-zhen and spent some time walking around Plaza Sing talking to her, Mrt ride back with her, can't say how much I luv her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn you are brave for not punching him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-8746465103447945520?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8746465103447945520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8746465103447945520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8746465103447945520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8746465103447945520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-had-drama-as-subject-convention-at.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-5874812735586036986</id><published>2009-04-09T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:33:27.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322713990323792706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sd4ULFpAa0I/AAAAAAAABFM/M9kkWqO6Nak/s320/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being forced to sit under the hot sun to watch cheerleading, getting chased from the fields, sulking about no mass dance/school cheers, picnicking in the stands under the fan+speaker, laughing and taking pictures, school today felt very surreal. Classes floated past rather dreamily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322713994486676770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sd4ULVJg_SI/AAAAAAAABFU/D4gFhjPX1mc/s320/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we even saw flying unicorns. (Hi Horny you're so pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/18038434-5874812735586036986?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5874812735586036986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=5874812735586036986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5874812735586036986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5874812735586036986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-being-forced-to-sit-under-hot-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sd4ULFpAa0I/AAAAAAAABFM/M9kkWqO6Nak/s72-c/DSC00748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-2590752273789962069</id><published>2009-04-08T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:58:33.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sdy7aD5eboI/AAAAAAAABFE/PCFYD7HAkTQ/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322334916042452610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sdy7aD5eboI/AAAAAAAABFE/PCFYD7HAkTQ/s320/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPORTS DAY 2009.&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/18038434-2590752273789962069?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2590752273789962069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=2590752273789962069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2590752273789962069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2590752273789962069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/04/sports-day-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sdy7aD5eboI/AAAAAAAABFE/PCFYD7HAkTQ/s72-c/DSC00902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3622540966037819403</id><published>2009-04-07T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:09:38.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Luv you Gaais a billion times over (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmed my first devised play, second group piece, third time filming an actual 'O' Level piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's theatre, not media dammit come down to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really feel like eating egg white with sugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-3622540966037819403?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3622540966037819403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3622540966037819403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3622540966037819403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3622540966037819403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/04/luv-you-gaais-billion-times-over-filmed.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-1860652734371045897</id><published>2009-04-05T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:56:18.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sdh_57Gj_pI/AAAAAAAABE8/yJVLa40Uukk/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321143592832728722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sdh_57Gj_pI/AAAAAAAABE8/yJVLa40Uukk/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calling her up to sing a birthday song to her, I tell her "Happy Birthday Xinyun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would expect a thank you. But nope, she answers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: luv you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-1860652734371045897?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1860652734371045897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=1860652734371045897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1860652734371045897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1860652734371045897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-calling-her-up-to-sing-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sdh_57Gj_pI/AAAAAAAABE8/yJVLa40Uukk/s72-c/DSC00419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8068278535381131649</id><published>2009-04-02T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:58:55.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellohello I'm blogging from maxxie the e63 now yay we had fire drill today at an absolutely brilliantly scheduled of thirty minutes after noon. The time when the sun's blazing its mightiest and we are stuck on the bright green field with grass blades that jab you bitchily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha it was quite hilarious, we were having Drama so we all ran out in costume, in various states of undress. But it took overly long and they didn't even announce our timing (which is totally important) but 4e1 managed to entertain ourselves (love 4e1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah CONGRATS BAND GIRLS, YOU WHOLLY DESERVED GOLD WITH HONOURS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was viewing of tapes, I'm so nervous for Tuesday's filming. And there's emaths spring test on monday. I miss tuition a whole lot. Sitting in the piano room (which has air-conditioning!) with xinyun's phone online shopping and listening to live music haha is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-8068278535381131649?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8068278535381131649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8068278535381131649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8068278535381131649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8068278535381131649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/04/hellohello-im-blogging-from-maxxie-now.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3775290517790175278</id><published>2009-03-23T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:04:01.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Scdr92tZ9mI/AAAAAAAABEM/3geB6_r6FvI/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316336595536311906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Scdr92tZ9mI/AAAAAAAABEM/3geB6_r6FvI/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, after school before my dental appointment, Daddy picked me up and we had the best prawn mee at Old Airport Road (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316336603418509074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Scdr-UEqvxI/AAAAAAAABEU/s0FlHR-W9MU/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we picked Zhengy up from Tampines Safra. Haha love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that, first day was tiring but the friends are more than crazy enough (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-3775290517790175278?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3775290517790175278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3775290517790175278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3775290517790175278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3775290517790175278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-after-school-before-my-dental.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Scdr92tZ9mI/AAAAAAAABEM/3geB6_r6FvI/s72-c/DSC00719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8201965782073412320</id><published>2009-03-21T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:13:27.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Holidays are ending ): that's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, Mummy Daddy Zhengy and I went for The Living Courthouse, and it was piles of fun. The building was beautiful, with loads of steel and glass but not half as regal as their old building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, YMCA for proposal writing workshop which was quite a waste of time since we expected it to be a...&lt;em&gt;proposal writing workshop&lt;/em&gt; and the lady said it was actually meant for the Youth For Causes proposal briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, Clarissa and Sexy came over to play Guitar Hero. Clarissa and I initially tried to trick Sexy into watching the Dreamcatchers episodes I Smarttv-ed for her but she ended up getting hooked. Haha I HAVE BLACKMAIL MATERIAL (But I'll end up blackmailing myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the girls with Zhengy for lunch at Swensens yesterday to celebrate Sharonlimyu-zhen's birthday (part 1), had to cancel on the Barney's date (I'm sorry) but we had good fun. Abigail said that we can talk about everything and anything ("from food to sexism to jobs to bitchy boys") and I smile and giggle to myself thinking about that. Pleasant feeling! AND, Jocelyn told me she watched Skins after reading my rants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret aunty in me loves the one-for-one promo, I am so hungry right now and Huining refuses to address my hunger HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn and Sexy agree that Maxxie is hot as (swear)word (: I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl seems so tame after Skins, hahahaha. Love the show, but I'm not going to continue episode-watching till after 'O's, only watch the occasional clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not proud of what I've (not) done this holidays, but I want to remember 2009 well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared of school starting, in two days. I haven't done much productive work this March holiday, and we are entering Term two. I've had a little too much fun, slept a little too much, watched a little too much TV, slacked off a whole lot too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I know, I know."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give myself no reason to regret, this much I'll promise (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[6:00:26 PM] Neo Hui Ning says: YES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[6:00:28 PM] Neo Hui Ning says: TEN MORE WEEKS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[6:00:34 PM] Neo Hui Ning says: THEN ONE MONTH OF HOLS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[6:00:35 PM] Neo Hui Ning says: AKA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[6:00:38 PM] Neo Hui Ning says: HARD CORE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Huining. GOALS K GOALS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-8201965782073412320?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8201965782073412320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8201965782073412320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8201965782073412320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8201965782073412320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-holidays-are-ending-thats-not-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8022629292530055683</id><published>2009-03-17T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:28:23.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sb-_DHK0C4I/AAAAAAAABEE/WaDADQIc3i0/s1600-h/skins8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314176145505389442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sb-_DHK0C4I/AAAAAAAABEE/WaDADQIc3i0/s320/skins8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sid backs out on their date, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But, I didn't eat for three days so I could be lovely." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cassie makes my heart ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-8022629292530055683?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8022629292530055683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8022629292530055683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8022629292530055683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8022629292530055683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-sid-backs-out-on-their-date-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sb-_DHK0C4I/AAAAAAAABEE/WaDADQIc3i0/s72-c/skins8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3238453930714829134</id><published>2009-03-16T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:42:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sb4PJ55QXOI/AAAAAAAABD8/zq1mWXN2uqo/s1600-h/DSC05506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313701273177971938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sb4PJ55QXOI/AAAAAAAABD8/zq1mWXN2uqo/s320/DSC05506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Sweet 16th, Sharon Lim Yu-Zhen.&lt;/em&gt; You have no idea how thankful I am for you. How grateful I am that we can survive long droughts of not speaking and yet be so comfortable with each other, in every way. We can talk non-stop through food, bus, MRT, be quiet through long rides, be silent on days the other craves peace, and noise and laughter, if you like. I continue to maintain that even if we didn't end up in Tkgs, we'd end up knowing each other anw. It's crazy how different we are (the above picture seems to speak of our relationship) and yet we are able to connect (admittedly, we share similar weaknesses e.g. shopping hahahaha) Endless hugs and unlimited kisses later, I luv you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since you occupy a position in my heart (and you are so hot), you deserve to be in the same entry as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sb4NpmEZz9I/AAAAAAAABD0/f8ctD-FaRP8/s1600-h/mitch+hewer4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313699618588577746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sb4NpmEZz9I/AAAAAAAABD0/f8ctD-FaRP8/s320/mitch+hewer4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The amount of time I spend smiling at Mitch Hewer is ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-3238453930714829134?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3238453930714829134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3238453930714829134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3238453930714829134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3238453930714829134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/03/amount-of-time-i-spend-smiling-at-mitch.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sb4PJ55QXOI/AAAAAAAABD8/zq1mWXN2uqo/s72-c/DSC05506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3235405346829307872</id><published>2009-03-15T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:36:52.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sb0eZCfZPWI/AAAAAAAABDs/r_VVX6xI0OQ/s1600-h/skins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313436550881164642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sb0eZCfZPWI/AAAAAAAABDs/r_VVX6xI0OQ/s320/skins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Sexy ignores (or refuses to have her phone attached to her elbow) my pleas for help to quench my flaming, growing, infatuation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so hooked I am hanging from a pole. Characters are pretty damn skewered and messed up but so frightfully complex. Watch out for Cassie, she's amazing and my fav gay boy Maxxie who will turn lesbians straight or at least bi and is so hot I am going insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MITCH HEWER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313430536055308514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sb0Y67hKQOI/AAAAAAAABDk/AU53EPkN7qc/s320/mitch+hewer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skins is so brilliant. I admit I may be bias because of their beautiful cast, but their acting is deliriously fantastic and the whole production so incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(floats)&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/18038434-3235405346829307872?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3235405346829307872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3235405346829307872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3235405346829307872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3235405346829307872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/03/since-sexy-ignores-or-refuses-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/Sb0eZCfZPWI/AAAAAAAABDs/r_VVX6xI0OQ/s72-c/skins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-158322087889989031</id><published>2009-03-13T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:28:48.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, my house is loud and noisy and I am banished to using the comp in the corner of my dining hall because right now, Xinyun is banging my drums with her stoned face (she's actually concentrating =O), Amelia is playing the guitar, Rachel is playing the piano with Rebecca, Huining is in the toilet, Zhengy is eating his lunch, Daddy is in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now right here, with the mix of Livin' On A Prayer, guitar twirls, whacks, and light piano keys, chewing of food, Daddy's quiet, is the sort of noise that gives you that warm liquidy fuzz in your tummy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report Cards back today, I think we are taking the frustration and depression out on Guitar Hero by making twice our usual level of noise (which is, really, at a very scary volume hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM AMELIA'S LIVEJOURNAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi zing wants to blog for me heheheokay now she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much I want to steal her away from xinyun (who, incidentally, is very hot omg both of them are so hot i feel like a loser) H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er beautiful eyes and lovely plaited hair looks like ( Omg shut up zing please?) this mane of silk I want to dive into sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhI also want to buy her wii fit plus a bass guitar and another Wii controller for guitar hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becca! : hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. me AND XY ARE ADDICTEDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMELIA PHUA: I LOVE XINYUNNNNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XINYUN: I LOVE ZINGGGGGG!LOVE TRIANGLE WOOHOO.(no one loves me my heart break already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GAVE XINYUN A RING TODAY BUT STUPID ZING BEING THE BITCH SHE ALWAYS IS TORE IT APART. EH NO, SHE RIPPED IT APART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES AND I TOSSED IT OVER MY SHOULDER AND INTO THE LAND OF THE REJECTED. Amelia Phua Qian Ru is a slut (I am sure the anon agrees HAHAHAHA) and she cannot serenade my hot nu ren, wo de nu ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike me, when I sing The Middle to the sexy slab of Xinyun-ness, she falls in love with me, madly, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyun and Ziying sounds SO good, unlike Amelia and Xinyun, sounds like a beauty and...whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh shut up man OMG ZING I CANT BELIEVE YOU JUST CALLED ME A WHOREEAT MY SHOE BITCH!!!!! I'M SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BECCA'S SINGING THE MIDDLE AND THEY'RE HAVING SO MUCH FUN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECCA:" OMG SO MUCH FUN! BUT WE MUST KNOW THE MELODY OF THE SONG THEN CAN. HEHEHEHEHE. AGAIN AGAIN!! YOU WANNA DO HARD NOW? HOW DO WE GO BACK? THE PARAMORE ONE AH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; XINYUN:" THEY DON'T HAVE THE PARAMORE NOW."BECCA:" DO THE BLONDIE ONE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZING:" NONO DO THE *STARTS SINGING LIVIN' ON A PRAYER*."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL:" STARTS SINGING WHAT I'VE DONE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZING" OMG LUCKY WE ARE ALL NOT IN CHIOR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMELIA" SIGH....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZING:" THIS BEATS ALL THE OUTING TO TOWN"BECCA" STARTS SINGING ONE WAY OR ANOTHER(MEAN GIRLS!!!!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMELIA: "OK YOU CAN CONTINUE IF YOU WANT TO..."then..."I'M GOING TO JOIN YOU" (runs to sing out-of-tunedly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just came back and said "HEY!" and "I'M GOING TO START BLOTTING MY FACE" and the bell rang and she was too scared to open it, and then she skipped away to join in Rebecca singing &lt;em&gt;"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMELIA: "XINYUN, XINYUN YOUR MUMMY MSG YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XINYUN: CONTINUES BEATING THE DRUMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMELIA: "XINYUN YOUR MUMMY MSG YOU!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XINYUN: "OK I GOT PROJECT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMELIA: (sticks her butt in) I WANNA SING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZING: "WA STAND UP AH? SO HOT DARLING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XINYUN:" SHUT UP ZING. AMELIA'S MY ONLY LOVE, YOU ARE NOT TO CALL ME DARLING." (what a liar AMELIA PHUA QIAN RU, lying whore haha omg my swearing vocab is so limited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMELIA: " OMG HONEYPIE I AM SO TOUCHED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(msging Xinyun's mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMELIA: "...YOUR MUM...IS MUMMY RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMELIA:" SHUT UP ZING. YOU'RE JUST PREJUDICED AGAINST YOUR LOVE RIVAL. IM NOT DUMB. IM NOT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZING: "I AM TOO HOT TO TALK TO YOU, TO RESPOND TO SUCH AN UNJUSTIFIED CLAIM. NOT DUMB. HAH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in the background, Rebecca: WHOOOOOOOO I'M LIVING ON A PRAYER WHO-AAAAAAAAOHHHHHHHHHHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia and Zing bite and slap each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amelia tries to hit back, but nearly falls off the chair instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE OVER SHOPPING AND INTO GUITAR HERO. WOOHOO. (omg my ears zing just screamed "NEHNEHPORK" into the mike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-158322087889989031?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/158322087889989031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=158322087889989031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/158322087889989031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/158322087889989031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-my-house-is-loud-and-noisy-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3234471539089651530</id><published>2009-03-12T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:49:32.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbkcvA1Od5I/AAAAAAAABDc/Nre9Nrk9Y4s/s1600-h/DSC09431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312308829462886290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbkcvA1Od5I/AAAAAAAABDc/Nre9Nrk9Y4s/s320/DSC09431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My throat tickles and tomorrow being the last day of school, feels like a holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch+busride with Sharonlimyu-zhen today (: IQ puzzles during Chem, have been doing so many Metal questions poke me and I spill zinc hydroxide (hahaha ?????) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New/Old Comm dinner was loud and noisy and cheesy and girly, fun! I am starting to type bimbotic-schoolgirly, and according to Sexy, I'm slipping into Role-playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama has been concentrated on technical aspects, and Gaai's moving really fast (: but I am kindof nervous about being so ahead, &lt;strong&gt;A1 A1 A1 A1 A1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I don't get my A1 for Drama and Literature, I would be way more upset than not...passing Emaths (which currently is a drag).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new green Emaths file is still empty, Mr. Ang wants it filled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-3234471539089651530?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3234471539089651530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3234471539089651530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3234471539089651530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3234471539089651530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-throat-tickles-and-tomorrow-being.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbkcvA1Od5I/AAAAAAAABDc/Nre9Nrk9Y4s/s72-c/DSC09431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-5316486909601799585</id><published>2009-03-11T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:45:11.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on Skype with Huining who is on the phone with Xinyun who is trying to talk to me through her phone through Skype. THANKYOU HUINING FOR HELPING WITH BOSHI100, HAHAHAHAH. I better go bathe before my pretty Xinyun gets angry (really sexily though) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311862041464683922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbeGYh1iPZI/AAAAAAAABDE/JScsSu_GNAU/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311862051147496546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbeGZF6GPGI/AAAAAAAABDU/gDhQyHZbb1w/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbeGY0XAAUI/AAAAAAAABDM/alqTj2HeW3A/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311862046436884802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbeGY0XAAUI/AAAAAAAABDM/alqTj2HeW3A/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbeGYijJXgI/AAAAAAAABC8/d5cMF4u9hDw/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311862041655991810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbeGYijJXgI/AAAAAAAABC8/d5cMF4u9hDw/s320/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to alight at Kembangan to wait for those two because they missed us so much they just had to spent quality MRT time with us. Thrifting was fun! We learnt to train our eye hahaha. Xinyun declared it budget day, complete with slurping prawn mee and fresh Sugarcane juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner with Old&amp;amp;New Comm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-5316486909601799585?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5316486909601799585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=5316486909601799585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5316486909601799585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5316486909601799585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-on-skype-with-huining-who-is-on.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbeGYh1iPZI/AAAAAAAABDE/JScsSu_GNAU/s72-c/DSC00239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-5444172187915334418</id><published>2009-03-10T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:13:28.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbZmEtVFAYI/AAAAAAAABCs/g4D6cIsPAUk/s1600-h/nokia+e63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311545041603592578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbZmEtVFAYI/AAAAAAAABCs/g4D6cIsPAUk/s320/nokia+e63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nokia E63 (: thankyou Daddy, Mummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Siti is hilarious, she was telling me ghost stories after the OCIP Interviews Batch 2 at the silver tables and I drew in my breath and she screamed so I screamed and we both kept screaming until Uncle Dolah came over to question us. HAHAHAHA. Mind you, she was the story&lt;em&gt;teller. &lt;/em&gt;Luv that silly girl, even though I drag people along to listen to me pee now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-5444172187915334418?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5444172187915334418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=5444172187915334418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5444172187915334418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5444172187915334418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/03/nokia-e63-thankyou-daddy-mummy-siti-is.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SbZmEtVFAYI/AAAAAAAABCs/g4D6cIsPAUk/s72-c/nokia+e63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-5353641938126466599</id><published>2009-03-07T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:30:04.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am cramping, my nose is burning and dripping, my throat is ticklish, and I really really need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CRAMPS, burn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I miss Kristen and Clarissa too much. We haven't had a lousy conference call this year, at all! PLUS, my super fun super cool super pro super glam (HAHA) SPA days with Clarissa are overrrrrrr, complete with a tongue rrrrrroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play Bowling Buddies on Facebook just to watch bubbly pink hearts pump out as my pink heart-speckled bowling ball rolls forth (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter (literally, the weight seems a whole lot less heavy) note, I officially combine on &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huining and I spoke to Mrs. Chia on Thursday, and she was being very warm and nice and concerned and (dare I say) pretty sweet to us. She called Mrs. Cheong in, who asked us whether we were sure Arts stream was the way to go, and we nodded (quite convincingly, I should think hahahaha) so she gave us the green light (hahahah geddit!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to miss Mr. Peh and Mrs. Liew &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much. I never thought I would feel so tangy and shivery about not having them as my teachers anymore; besides it's been only two months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thank You class, have a nice day too!"&lt;/em&gt; Mr. Peh booms this &lt;em&gt;every single time&lt;/em&gt; after we wish him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thank You class, have a good weekend okay, I'll see you on Monday."&lt;/em&gt; Mrs. Liew in all her grandmotherly-like concern and warmth, I am going to miss her nagging. Plus, she is such an awesome teacher. She will sigh dramatically and plant a few remarks here and there, but ultimately, she never fails to remind the class that she believes we can ace pure Chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SWEAR WORD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huining turns to me, she has a frown on her face. Her worksheet, foolscap, and pencilbox, still lie scattered on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zing, do you realise this will be the last time we'll ever be in Mrs. Liew's class?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't be seeing her on Monday in 4e3 either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-5353641938126466599?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5353641938126466599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=5353641938126466599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5353641938126466599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5353641938126466599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-cramping-my-nose-is-burning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-7263124601149602444</id><published>2009-02-28T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:18:56.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SakVcojhiMI/AAAAAAAABCk/nT1nlkxNTtM/s1600-h/DSC09627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307797217499777218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SakVcojhiMI/AAAAAAAABCk/nT1nlkxNTtM/s320/DSC09627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the end of Week 8, and the last batch of CAs we are ever going to have this year.&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;strong&gt;It's Midyears -&gt; Prelims -&gt; 'O' Levels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND, despite multiple self-lectures on how I should start scoring, the grades I want are nowhere in sight. Literally, &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised this week that I've been anxiously clutching my hands in my lap, biting my lip, scrunching up my forehead, shutting my eyes tight, before the release of a result hoping for a pass and that how it is such a ridiculous goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember making a deal with Amelia Phua last year, the day we recieved our Report Book, that we would work so hard that everytime results were recieved, we would be at complete ease, knowing that the result would either be an A or B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here we are again, exactly where Sec 3 left us off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt Term 1 has been so much, too much, fun. Recesses crammed with laughter and sneaking in, classes jammed with little notes and whispered conversations, lab lessons spent redoing experiments and giggling, Emaths filled with stories. But as Daddy keeps emphasising, I can have all the fun I want after approx. eight months. And yes that really isn't a whole lot of time. Why limit myself to thrillingly horrible grades!&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 recieved our 'O' Level Confirmation slip yesterday, we didn't sneak in to the canteen yesterday, we had our Amaths combined banded group yesterday, we had the last PSL session Class Party for 1e3 yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might be the 7hrs/week of Drama settling in (it should!), but it comes across strongly as a sort of metaphor or sign to stop all my nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still making movie dates, swim and wii plans, cooking and kite-flying sessions, shopping and picnicking agreements with friends, when study timetables should rank top of my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The year is flying at a heck of a speed and I need a whole fat lot more commitment from myself, with not alot of time to go figure that out and come back all motivated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Dark Chocolate Daim therapy, and Amelia Phua's macaroons and I (HEART) U yellow frosted cupcakes (part of the Secret Valentine gifts) are left uneaten because they are really too pretty to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart that girl, even though we drive each other to tears talking about graduation in the school canteen eating lunch before Chem remedial (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ultimately, what holds court in My List Of Worries is to &lt;em&gt;combine or not to combine&lt;/em&gt; THAT IS THE (i dont swear anymore hahaha)-ING QUESTION. The week has been filled with "wait till midyears" and "why waste time" and scribbled notes and furious exchanges and so much debate on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ON A COMPLETELY ANTI-CLIMATIC NOTE, Spot Check was funny. I absolutely adore how our class turns things so serious into laughable matters (e.g. POP) with the exception of the golden exam period where we are completely quiet during free periods and recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classroom=Bridge Den, (: even though I don't play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to love/hate about this year hahahahahaha&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-7263124601149602444?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7263124601149602444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=7263124601149602444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7263124601149602444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7263124601149602444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-end-of-week-8-and-last-batch-of-cas.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SakVcojhiMI/AAAAAAAABCk/nT1nlkxNTtM/s72-c/DSC09627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3176518510706338489</id><published>2009-02-25T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:30:58.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SaViFlGldvI/AAAAAAAABCc/YZPqWFltt4c/s1600-h/DSC09879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755583924598514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SaViFlGldvI/AAAAAAAABCc/YZPqWFltt4c/s320/DSC09879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;parking lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SaViFdmpGiI/AAAAAAAABCU/DUyMAzGSkHk/s1600-h/DSC09905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755581911570978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SaViFdmpGiI/AAAAAAAABCU/DUyMAzGSkHk/s320/DSC09905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sky transport. (I always closed my eyes tight and imagined my own city in the sky whenever I read the chapter where Lyra hides in the cupboard and finds out about their discovery)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So magical &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's been tiring. Watched my monologue today and I am refilming, no questions asked. Combined class with Miss. Yeo's group, and it has been a greatly disadvantaged, thoroughly watered-down version, of our usual IT Resource room group of five with Mdm. Tan because all we do is sit at the back, an exercise ahead because she'd began earlier, waiting for Mdm. Tan to answer our pleas. Sak and I are speaking to Mrs. Pang tomorrow, hopefully it's a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.E. was drinking 100 Plus and dodging balls, and laughing at Mr. Siow laughing at him accidentally whacking Yim Qi with the ball he tossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Wednesday, and I am so sleepy.&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/18038434-3176518510706338489?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3176518510706338489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3176518510706338489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3176518510706338489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3176518510706338489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/02/parking-lots.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SaViFlGldvI/AAAAAAAABCc/YZPqWFltt4c/s72-c/DSC09879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-2420192215622994313</id><published>2009-02-22T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:11:06.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SaEIeiM7PPI/AAAAAAAABCM/wmVmo_3I6Sk/s1600-h/DSC09924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305531156689272050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SaEIeiM7PPI/AAAAAAAABCM/wmVmo_3I6Sk/s320/DSC09924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Climbed a rainbow yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-2420192215622994313?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2420192215622994313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=2420192215622994313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2420192215622994313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2420192215622994313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/02/climbed-rainbow-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SaEIeiM7PPI/AAAAAAAABCM/wmVmo_3I6Sk/s72-c/DSC09924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-4405562983375992901</id><published>2009-02-20T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:57:48.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SaEFVx0kP5I/AAAAAAAABCE/v3dCCIsnHr0/s1600-h/Guitar_Hero_World_Tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305527707728363410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SaEFVx0kP5I/AAAAAAAABCE/v3dCCIsnHr0/s320/Guitar_Hero_World_Tour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12th Feb, thankyou Mummy and Daddy (: I had an intense shoulder muscle ache last weekend after playing on Friday hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304906520573489474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SZ7QX7VvsUI/AAAAAAAABB8/yj-PnVzMqJ0/s320/benjamin+button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Caught this today, finally. Cabbed to downtown east specially for it, and met a very interesting woman cab driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visually, the spread was beautiful. Direction was impressive and Daisy+Benjamin Button's surrogate mother did amazing jobs with their characters. Script flipped everything around though; it was nearly 3hrs long yet they focused on unimportant details and left out the rest, like how their love developed. From what they offered, all I could gather was that he fell in love with her blue eyes and that they had a whole lot of sex. Thus the seperation wasn't heart-wrenching or anything close. Had to settle with amusing myself because Rebecca, Amelia Phua, and Xinyun, just leaked tears and ignored me hahahaha. But the scenes were seriously incredible. The girl playing Daisy when Benjamin first met her is so &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the film made me smile, and the lightning scenes were a source of comic relief from the otherwise heavy film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, Amelia Phua!&lt;/em&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/18038434-4405562983375992901?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4405562983375992901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=4405562983375992901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4405562983375992901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4405562983375992901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/02/12th-feb-thankyou-mummy-and-daddy-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SaEFVx0kP5I/AAAAAAAABCE/v3dCCIsnHr0/s72-c/Guitar_Hero_World_Tour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-1898394353800052303</id><published>2009-02-19T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:31:42.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SZ14kkWOa-I/AAAAAAAABBs/_SgEamStla8/s1600-h/DSC09624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304528505739832290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SZ14kkWOa-I/AAAAAAAABBs/_SgEamStla8/s320/DSC09624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; School has been a constant whiny kid, but Thank Goodness for surprise free periods, canteen sneaks, umbrella table laughs, friends, productive 5hr Drama rehearsals, and passing Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocked my head today against the glass window/back of the seat in front of me on 31 today while attempting to cram Electrolysis before the mock test, and felt hugely foolish but Sharonlimyu-zhen was a great comfort because she admitted to doing the same (: Managed to talk to her a little after the test, and it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn, please get well soon! I haven't seen you for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are starting a scheme where we prevent Yim Qi from drinking &gt;2 bottles of Yakult/day. Okay we aren't &lt;em&gt;officially&lt;/em&gt; (flips hair) but we should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC YESTERDAY, IT FELT SO AWESOME TO LEAVE SCHOOL WITH NOTHING ON AFTER (cancelled remedial) CLASS, FIRST TIME IN 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy, today we had our Drama CA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-1898394353800052303?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1898394353800052303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=1898394353800052303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1898394353800052303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1898394353800052303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-bottles-of-yakultday.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SZ14kkWOa-I/AAAAAAAABBs/_SgEamStla8/s72-c/DSC09624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-9100753706654393777</id><published>2009-02-15T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:04:02.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-9100753706654393777?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/9100753706654393777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=9100753706654393777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/9100753706654393777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/9100753706654393777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-4135587570583329788</id><published>2009-02-12T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:04:06.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last minute Valentine's Day rush is a good sort of rush (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-4135587570583329788?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4135587570583329788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=4135587570583329788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4135587570583329788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4135587570583329788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-minute-valentines-day-rush-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-6542812438038615820</id><published>2009-02-07T12:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:54:42.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;25th Jan;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY.&lt;/strong&gt; I love you, thankyou for being the best mother anybody could (wish to) have and I very fortunately got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SY0VhH2NMmI/AAAAAAAABA8/_s559dlG2H0/s1600-h/DSC09463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299915995271213666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SY0VhH2NMmI/AAAAAAAABA8/_s559dlG2H0/s320/DSC09463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd Feb; Happy Birthday Rachel! I remember asking Xinyun what cake you liked and panicking at the cake shop because I was afraid you might be allergic to strawberries (haha you and your mighty sneezes), but she replied, with all seriousness, that you ate anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find that very difficult to deny (: heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299915996031092194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SY0VhKrYBeI/AAAAAAAABA0/xS4Wjy7BBFk/s320/DSC09122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th Feb; Happy Birthday, Jocelyn Yow Mun Ling. I hope you an awesome Sweet Sixteen, because everybody knows you wholly deserve it (: I am so very thankful to have met you.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299984032091168002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SY1TZYwJXQI/AAAAAAAABBE/wW0xXdSzxUA/s320/DSC04831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Feb; Happy Birthday Yimqi! DID YOU LIKE YOUR CRUNCHY STRAWBERRY-PEPPERED CAKE? Thankyou for coming to school to spend the first half of your special day with us, next Friday will be a proper celebration, yes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SY0VgyIEemI/AAAAAAAABAs/AfnM-ooXGrM/s1600-h/DSC09254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299915989440559714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SY0VgyIEemI/AAAAAAAABAs/AfnM-ooXGrM/s320/DSC09254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SY0VgjG-1BI/AAAAAAAABAk/5X0pepxHzes/s1600-h/DSC09364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299915985409463314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SY0VgjG-1BI/AAAAAAAABAk/5X0pepxHzes/s320/DSC09364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a pretty great one this year (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visiting's been stretched over three weekends, and gambling and laughing and talking and Wii-ing and just hanging out in each other's rooms have been lovely, with the dressing up a bonus joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised the hongbao collecting isn't the main priority during CNY for Zhengy and I, even though it's nice to recieve blessings, because we haven't even opened ours. Haha. It doesn't really matter to us, because what we recieve is what our parents give to others. It's sort of like exchanging money notes, hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catching up with the cuzs and relatives has always been a pleasure, and this year's gambling den conversations centred around reminiscing about the past and how Grandma's house was (and still is) &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; place to be, using mattresses as tents, playing invented games, hide-and-seek, sleepovers, midnight milos, Macs for a lunch treat, five o' clock shoes, Pokemon toys, cards, and how the rooms have seen a whole generation of remote controlled game consoles, the latest being Wii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy and grateful for being blessed with the best family I could possibly want (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been increasingly tougher, with a combined attack of consecutive Emaths-English Compre-SS yesterday draining us all. Hopped over to PSL Session #2 for the last few minutes and that made my Friday better, heh. Held EXCO&amp;amp;Board interviews on Wed and Fri, interviewing is no easy job. Conc. CA week is designed to kill, please let me survive and stun all with my (stunning) results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A thousand Julys, I hope you'll find I'd give you the words, but no words come to mind/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-6542812438038615820?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6542812438038615820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=6542812438038615820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/6542812438038615820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/6542812438038615820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/02/25th-jan-happy-birthday-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SY0VhH2NMmI/AAAAAAAABA8/_s559dlG2H0/s72-c/DSC09463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-4211818144742049681</id><published>2009-01-22T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:26:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well into Week 3, school's been good so far, in terms of New Year Resolutions (Half, because I haven't slept in class yet! (:) and exceptionally awesome campy school activities. I think I'm enjoying all the events in the school calender much more, because of great company and that I keep drilling into my head that this will be the last of each event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel shaky, like I'm on the moving boat (minus the screaming and cheering and laughing and leering at Britney on Ellen in the fuzzy TV). Pulau Semakau was brilliant today! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Christmas Cruise 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294127568980560194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SXiE-XiwSUI/AAAAAAAABAM/wW7k3h9tMfI/s320/DSC08114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) CCA Promo Day, heehee mad fun as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294127562017760210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SXiE99msY9I/AAAAAAAAA_8/P_CSF4gJEfQ/s320/DSC09073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;3) Pulau Semakau excursion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294129367262773458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SXiGnCqpQNI/AAAAAAAABAU/8xepXUclHnQ/s320/DSC09234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Need to sleep early, tomorrow's going to be &lt;em&gt;rushrushrushrushrush.&lt;/em&gt; +Huining needs to get over her shoe dilemma - RED OR WHITE HEELS, SHE CANNOT DECIDE. That girl has been fretting over what to wear ever since Monday. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I love you, Zhengy (: P6/S4, somehow we can emerge bright-eyed and unscathed okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294129376060949042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SXiGnjcSwjI/AAAAAAAABAc/FMmej9QP_Ag/s320/DSC07916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/18038434-4211818144742049681?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4211818144742049681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=4211818144742049681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4211818144742049681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4211818144742049681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-into-week-3-schools-been-good-so.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SXiE-XiwSUI/AAAAAAAABAM/wW7k3h9tMfI/s72-c/DSC08114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-6255600851041788016</id><published>2009-01-20T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:45:03.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been having this love-hate BGR struggle with Drama ever since...beginning of Sec 3. Ever since we realised on our first Drama lesson in 2008 that Sec 2 Drama Elective was absolutely different from Sec 3/4 'O' Level Subject Core Drama. And I was dreading today's session quite forcefully, because of a lack of inspiration for Devised Group and getting excited then disappointed twice after our ideas were rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was (besides one or two Mama sessions, and one Monologue session) pretty much the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; session since Sec 2 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 5 hours of Drama with a 15 min lunch break in-between that consisted of a fight with Clarissa, ice-throwing, and running about the canteen, and it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Crothers surprised us (like how she always &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; manages to do) with games, THE KIND WE PLAYED DURING FRIDAY PRACTICALS, and we were so&lt;strong&gt; happppy&lt;/strong&gt; we were all bouncing about glowing and giggling and bubbling with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug Tag was brilliantly crazy, then Grandma's Time (don't doubt my caterpillar curl) and FOCUS WALK! (MISS THIS, WHY DID WE EVER FIND THIS A NUISANCE), Trust Circle, Trust Run, and then Mrs. Crothers sat our group down and forced us to face the issues we want to confront, and we managed to get our plot theme character out and I'm quite excited to start sketching the scenes (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll (quite possible) whine about Drama, but today's session was so &lt;em&gt;awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry doesn't sound like a whole lot of sense but I'm just happy that the teachers gave us a reminder of why we chose Drama in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BIO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-6255600851041788016?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6255600851041788016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=6255600851041788016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/6255600851041788016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/6255600851041788016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-having-this-love-hate-bgr.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-7962893325592237163</id><published>2009-01-18T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:19:25.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ACIDS BASES SALTS = &lt;em&gt;ABS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are similarly elusive, very annoyingly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun at OBS! I'll send a virtual wave while scribbling about Ammonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Jiaying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-7962893325592237163?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7962893325592237163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=7962893325592237163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7962893325592237163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7962893325592237163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/01/acids-bases-salts-abs.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-4910170878347758835</id><published>2009-01-10T17:35:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:51:52.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi_6bpxrqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/dGSboAL9KM4/s1600-h/DSC08876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289688772922945186" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi467E54OI/AAAAAAAAA-k/d_QUpQC4FS4/s320/DSC08964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi46kV31PI/AAAAAAAAA-c/niWMhja6m24/s1600-h/DSC08963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289681078673986802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi46kV31PI/AAAAAAAAA-c/niWMhja6m24/s320/DSC08963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi46RYwWaI/AAAAAAAAA-U/hpbeJ3oNjoQ/s1600-h/DSC08974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289681073585805730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi46RYwWaI/AAAAAAAAA-U/hpbeJ3oNjoQ/s320/DSC08974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi46S8wNtI/AAAAAAAAA-M/QkSxGBGKcxM/s1600-h/DSC08987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289681074005227218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi46S8wNtI/AAAAAAAAA-M/QkSxGBGKcxM/s320/DSC08987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi4KNIx-AI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ikD9TS954EY/s1600-h/DSC08993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289680247811340290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi4KNIx-AI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ikD9TS954EY/s320/DSC08993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi2zpRX81I/AAAAAAAAA9U/W91NimULCYE/s1600-h/DSC08931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678760714957650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi2zpRX81I/AAAAAAAAA9U/W91NimULCYE/s320/DSC08931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi2zU0zr2I/AAAAAAAAA9M/dsVzvZP9QqQ/s1600-h/DSC08926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678755226431330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi2zU0zr2I/AAAAAAAAA9M/dsVzvZP9QqQ/s320/DSC08926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi2zFQQXnI/AAAAAAAAA9E/1rtS70YM2eY/s1600-h/DSC08915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678751046590066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi2zFQQXnI/AAAAAAAAA9E/1rtS70YM2eY/s320/DSC08915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi2y4f7UAI/AAAAAAAAA88/szfHElLA_Rs/s1600-h/DSC08904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678747622658050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi2y4f7UAI/AAAAAAAAA88/szfHElLA_Rs/s320/DSC08904.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi2yhQjALI/AAAAAAAAA80/FSDXbKlQZ3I/s1600-h/DSC08898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678741384134834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi2yhQjALI/AAAAAAAAA80/FSDXbKlQZ3I/s320/DSC08898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi1CU-2H4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/YkbBQWN5V4I/s1600-h/DSC08910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289676813943316354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi1CU-2H4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/YkbBQWN5V4I/s320/DSC08910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi1CGrGYKI/AAAAAAAAA8k/TjlN4FGjwH0/s1600-h/DSC08909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289676810102399138" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi1BQC7wwI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LdHtZEcwxes/s320/DSC08893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWiza931jrI/AAAAAAAAA78/JE9OgWclLmA/s1600-h/DSC08890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289675038213377714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWiza931jrI/AAAAAAAAA78/JE9OgWclLmA/s320/DSC08890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWizastZN_I/AAAAAAAAA70/ob0Q63eKjBQ/s1600-h/DSC08883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289675033606174706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWixuUI02_I/AAAAAAAAA7U/nsAHy9lGGwA/s320/DSC08875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWixuHDRAkI/AAAAAAAAA7M/k3TzstDgHVc/s1600-h/DSC08873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289673168071492162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWixuHDRAkI/AAAAAAAAA7M/k3TzstDgHVc/s320/DSC08873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWixt0J5kzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/40eY6is78RA/s1600-h/DSC08867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289673162999042866" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWiv1U_BEsI/AAAAAAAAA50/_0OcFsb-WwA/s320/DSC08822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWiv1J8s2TI/AAAAAAAAA5s/x0uD8VUpkGI/s1600-h/DSC08819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289671090085091634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWiv1J8s2TI/AAAAAAAAA5s/x0uD8VUpkGI/s320/DSC08819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWiupzW_AbI/AAAAAAAAA5k/2ycuM2faWHA/s1600-h/DSC08818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289669795531129266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWiupzW_AbI/AAAAAAAAA5k/2ycuM2faWHA/s320/DSC08818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWiuprniJZI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Du6SaOeOeFY/s1600-h/DSC08817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289669793453057426" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWiupUhSeNI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Y0G-W6FFp7k/s320/DSC08808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWit6mj1wpI/AAAAAAAAA48/idHvkGmnz28/s1600-h/DSC08806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289668984641536658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWit6mj1wpI/AAAAAAAAA48/idHvkGmnz28/s320/DSC08806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWit6YQ7jvI/AAAAAAAAA40/VQu9EByv3oI/s1600-h/DSC08801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289668980804128498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWit6YQ7jvI/AAAAAAAAA40/VQu9EByv3oI/s320/DSC08801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWit6elYIFI/AAAAAAAAA4s/6RuAdhnYyE0/s1600-h/DSC08792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289668982500499538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWit6elYIFI/AAAAAAAAA4s/6RuAdhnYyE0/s320/DSC08792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWit5yyoXVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/hRn4qRc0-Ck/s1600-h/DSC08791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289668970744929618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWit5yyoXVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/hRn4qRc0-Ck/s320/DSC08791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289668967130713986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWit5lU7z4I/AAAAAAAAA4c/wtr9AcdfJJ0/s320/DSC08790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWitSKsofPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/rFg4OkFKu40/s1600-h/DSC08795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289668289967455474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWitSKsofPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/rFg4OkFKu40/s320/DSC08795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289667106872272146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWisNTUwpRI/AAAAAAAAA4M/VfZbmRr7pyE/s320/DSC08794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"No more Pizza?" Bong and Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289667103948968738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWisNIbykyI/AAAAAAAAA4E/JCa66Bd9rOk/s320/DSC08789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"THIRD SLICE!" Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWisM-VQtMI/AAAAAAAAA38/9KasccuQAE8/s1600-h/DSC08782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289667101237228738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWisM-VQtMI/AAAAAAAAA38/9KasccuQAE8/s320/DSC08782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWisMx29LbI/AAAAAAAAA30/d4HrxNKojb0/s1600-h/DSC08775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289667097888894386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWisMx29LbI/AAAAAAAAA30/d4HrxNKojb0/s320/DSC08775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWisMqxPM5I/AAAAAAAAA3s/efoOhOql1B4/s1600-h/DSC08774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289667095985861522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWisMqxPM5I/AAAAAAAAA3s/efoOhOql1B4/s320/DSC08774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was easily one of the best days of 2009, I'm getting excited just talking about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, it's only been 10 days into the New Year, but I'm pretty sure with the magic of Campfire 09 and a school-wide Class Party combined will make sure it doesn't fall below Top 5. I do hope that all school events will turn out so absolutely extraordinarily. After all, it's the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class Party went fantastically well. I was enjoying myself so much, it only occured to me how much I love 4e1 when we'd shoved our tables and chairs back to their places and sat down listening to Mdm. Amizah and Mrs. Cheong speak. I've been very blessed to be allocated to two brilliant classes in Tkgs. 1e3/2e3 - The English Class. 3e1/4e1 - Drama and Econs. Special classes with special people in it (: I am thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was about one and a half hours of maddeningly kiasu Musical Chairs with hyper music (heehee great job cooking it up, Rebecca) and some serious butt-launching. It was so funny how whenever one of us had it in our head that the music had stopped and we stuffed ourselves into a chair, there was a chain reaction all round and everybody sat down, INSTANTLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we sat and laughed as Margaret and Xinyun circled the single chair eyeing each other, with Bong bravely standing in the middle holding the chair down because they both tried to tug it their way. Margaret won, and THE PIZZA CAME. 80 slices were devoured, leaving 41 happy girls licking their fingers and patting their stomachs. Or, taking pictures by the truckloads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evolving from awkward Whacko to crazy Musical Chairs? That's not too bad (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class Comm elections, I'm the brand-new duty-doing Environmental Rep. Duty-doing. Wonder why that keeps bugging me. It's not like I don't do duty. It just...&lt;em&gt;slips my mind&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school thus began the last Campfire 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last Campfire, and at last, it was Dry Weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cheer-teaching session went beautifully, with the Sec Ones warming up quickly (esp. my lovely 1e3ians who went crazy) and dancing and laughing and cheering with Khaleedah and Sexy. Cannibal King this year, was constantly in threesomes and fivesomes. How can you not adore kisses and fat nose rings with hula dames, I do not understand that is just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;Station Games were great, the ones this year were well-thought and evoked some sort of affection out of them, and right after the second Station game, directly after I yell "To the fiiiiiield!", they chant "1e3 1e3 1e3 1e3 1e3" all the way to the Void Deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to not love them you tell me!&lt;br /&gt;Watching them stress and practise their cheer/skit, it felt strange because wasn't it just a few days ago that we were dancing and cheering and our CD could not play and Yiwen Nancy and Shermaine went on stage to explain and we were so relieved and happy because the whole school supported us by cheering and yelling and we came off second, with Arra leading us by singing what scraps she knew of the Chinese song.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it's hit me that this is my last year in Tk, and similarily, everything this year in Tk will be the very last. Last Campfire, last Zany, last Cross-country, last Operation Clean-up, last Sports Day, last Class party, last Orientation, last PSL/Buddy sessions, last classes, last assemblies, last mrn assemblies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It finally finally hit, when I was in the hall squashed between screaming 1e3 girls wth Seow Shi beside me, and my amazing PSLs, &lt;strong&gt;Beth, Kimbo, Manek, Sreya, Seow Shi, Fiona, I-Chun,&lt;/strong&gt; all surrounding me, through the haze of fatigue (the sort you don't feel until you sit down in your Daddy's car and slump on the seats and go &lt;em&gt;Wow it's been quite a day&lt;/em&gt;) and constant cheering, watching the Sec Ones perform their hearts out, and when the Student Leaders were dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that, when all we had on our minds were 1) Sec Ones! 2) Schedule! 3) Dinner! 4) Campfire! 5) Performance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Joy&lt;/em&gt;, you should be delirious with (haha) joy. Not everybody lead a campfire so succesfully on their birthday before, I'm sure. I am still trying to figure out why somebody who bursts into tears every time she is happy or touched can be named...JOY. Haha luv you so much, wouldn't have you any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, Valarie (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debrief and Three Cheers. I love Interact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so in the crowded hall, with the overworked fans and worn brown parquet flooring, I clutch Seow Shi's arm in half-despair because it was 8.25p.m., and Campfire was going to end. So for the final time, I raised my right, raised my left, stomped my right, stomped my left, nodded my head, turned round and round, and stuck out my tongue, and we all made Father Abraham a very happy man (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But then the circle of your friends will defend the silver lining/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-4910170878347758835?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4910170878347758835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=4910170878347758835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4910170878347758835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4910170878347758835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-pizza-bong-and-rachel.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWi_6bpxrqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/dGSboAL9KM4/s72-c/DSC08876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-445575766768364603</id><published>2009-01-04T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:47:33.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd Jan.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287363131492441282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWB8wSManMI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yNfsI4zkhVA/s320/DSC07306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST SEXY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!&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;I love that your birthday falls on 2nd Jan. It marks everything, from when we first spoke to the beginning of the second year of our still tentative friendship, to the first day of our third year, and finally to the first of our very last year in Tkgs. &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;And even though I have a very strong, very magical, fairy-like, inkling that we've met before (EH C'MON RSS+TANAHMERAH TO SIMEI+FREQUENT EASTPOINT TRIPS+SAME SCHOOLBUS?), it's officially the start of our fourth.&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;AND I MUST ADD, we've been through so much junk hand in hand (quite literally.) from backing out of Drama Club (we were shaking as we spoke to Mrs. Lopez HAHA) to Softball to Interact (shoeless, sockless, days to being in Committee?) to Drama to decisions between Core Literature and Drama, to eventually picking Drama, to starting a fresh new class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been MRT rides, busrides, Eighteen Chefs, Ice Cream Chefs, Tanah Merah steps, Foyer talks, piggyback rides, tears, killer laughter, annoying the fbts off each other (ooh yeah I like it when that happens hahahaha), to carpooling, to conferences with Clarissa involving too much freaking out after skipping school, tight hugs, swimming, shopping, Zoo, grand plans, and not enough talk. &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;I'd hate to compress what we have into a blog dedication, despite it being welll, a dedication, and the magic of words, because it'll not fit and describe everything. &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;I LUV YOU, MY SNUGGLY WIGGLY BOSCO.&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;First day of school was made better (even though the Principal's talk was way long - I paid more attention this time, it being my last) because I got to see the whole class again, HOKKIEN MEE! and crazy friends who don't understand they are so funny they make you choke on your noodles (in Xinyun's case, spitting her noodle strand into my sock), and the start of Orientation 09. It would be the fourth I'm participating in, and the third I'm buddying/PSL-ing, and we got to miss the talk on rules, hahaha. &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;I'm working with an awesome group of PSLs, so I hope this will be the most amazing yet (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met the 1e3ians, a pretty noisy bunch so that's great. I also found out that Daddy's friend's daughter was allocated to 1e3! (:&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;Ran back and forth in the rain after school between two opposite busstops thanks to a very fickle birthday princess (or would you like to be an elf/queen/fairy/goblin/gnome/dwarf/giant/magical creature? Peter Pan's out though, that's for Jeremy Sumpter HEEHEE), then to school to collect her wallet. Turned out she could come after all (sorry Amanda!), so we ate Eighteen Chefs and she came to my playground.&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;It was a pretty good First Day, even though I didn't get to see Sharonlimyu-zhen who was sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;Thanks Jocelyn for your Christmas present, it's very very sweet (:&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;I've been having a horribly slack weekend, shopping with Mummy yesterday (even though it was fruitful haha) then home for a nap that lasted till the late evening.&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;I'd better scramble away before I waste Sunday away.&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;MAY YOU GET WELL SOON, MISS HO. We miss you, no kidding.&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;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let the leaves fall off in the summer, and let december glow feel flames/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&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/18038434-445575766768364603?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/445575766768364603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=445575766768364603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/445575766768364603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/445575766768364603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/01/2nd-jan.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SWB8wSManMI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yNfsI4zkhVA/s72-c/DSC07306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-7031809266289968934</id><published>2009-01-01T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:23:22.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-7031809266289968934?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7031809266289968934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=7031809266289968934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7031809266289968934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7031809266289968934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-9183880615993603594</id><published>2008-12-31T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:27:41.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forty minutes to 2009 on my comp's clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One extra second was added to 2008, a few days back. Haha it brings new meaning to every second counts, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped back to my 2008 Happy New Year entry, and I announced for the world to see that I would make everybody proud and push forward successfully in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't. In fact, I allowed myself (foolishly) to slip and slide backward. I hate it when I say that I regret things, and that I wish I had a year to redo everything but I know it's true. I really wish I could repeat and erase 2008. Award for the year I started to realise, finally, that I cannot fudge my way through anything unlike primary school days (haha yesteryears wow PSLE just ended I thought just came to Tkgs just met friends sec three just started we played whacko I was scared no sharon beside me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't put in effort for PSLE and I still managed to achieve 245, good luck is after all, luck. (Even though I still need it, haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise with all my being, I will make 2009 a kickass year, a year of pleasant unforgettable events, and I can survive the crazy pressure, the CAs after school, and do my very best in 'O' Levels' so that I can look back and say EH THAT'S NOT LUCK, I DID THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Teng Zi Ying when you read this a year from now on 31st December 2009, you will not, not, type an entry stating how you regret how you want to repeat 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to an extraordinary year of love, laughter, happiness, family, old friends, new friends, health, and surviving without the barest of scratches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR RESOLUTION: &lt;strong&gt;NOT SLEEP IN CLASS by sleeping before 11 every night&lt;/strong&gt;. (I usually don't bother about resolutions, but I'm determined to keep to this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I deleted most of my wishlist on my blog. Turbulent times these are, yet it hasn't really hit. Hopefully when it does (yet please let it be cushioned), I'll be prepared and not collasp into a shaking lump of wimpiness. I haven't exactly outgrown the materialistic part of me, therefore I didn't completely destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave some part of my girly self alone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping was beyond amazing this holiday, given the current crisis, and I would like to shop and shop and shop and shop, but I'll control. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all of you; family, friends, classmates, ex-classmates, primary school friends, DRAMA girls, Interact girls, and I say bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-two minutes to midnight, let's savour the last of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zhengy says Happy New Year!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-9183880615993603594?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/9183880615993603594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=9183880615993603594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/9183880615993603594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/9183880615993603594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/12/forty-minutes-to-2009-on-my-comps-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-4612993276375417262</id><published>2008-12-29T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:02:18.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Look at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285161334981299602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SViqO3AwjZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/JQI6wm3PLyM/s320/jeremy+sumpter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Look at &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285161343690364370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SViqPXdKVdI/AAAAAAAAA3c/CJmi1YP8y8Y/s320/robert+pattison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way, no cow, no competion. Jeremy Sumpter skins Robert Pattison, Peter Pan thrashes Edward Cullen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although Twilight the movie renewed half my excitement over the series, Peter Pan forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 Dec: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Christmas!&lt;/span&gt; (: it was a truly good one this year, I'm grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27th Dec: Back from the Cruise, it was gobsmackingly awesome, for lack of better words (I better get my vocab up and roaring before school starts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the day bent over my comp, ruining my eyesight therefore I'm banning myself from touching my pretty piece of brainy shiny enticing metal tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our assigned tablemates from formal dinner nights were staying in Singapore for a night, and we brought them for bak kut teh! Then off to their resort in Sentosa for drinks and some healthy slope-climbing and peacock-chasing before waving them off in their giant maxicab with Mr. Bean playing cheerfully on the TV. Took the Luge, then Vivo for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't have Jeanna/Mrs. Crothers' impressions of a decent Hong Kong accent, but instead a crisp British one in it's place, AAAAAAND they were very very friendly. We played Pokemon, like in real life, in the car and there was alot of fighting and screaming that reminded me that school starts on Friday. (WHICH SEXY IS LOOKING FORWARD TO. YAH ????????)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama filming postponed to 3rd Dec, wow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-4612993276375417262?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4612993276375417262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=4612993276375417262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4612993276375417262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4612993276375417262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-at-him.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SViqO3AwjZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/JQI6wm3PLyM/s72-c/jeremy+sumpter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8448937999864392744</id><published>2008-12-22T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:12:16.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sailing off: Phuket-&gt;Langkawi-&gt;KL on Royal Caribbean's Legend of the Seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22nd Dec - 27th Dec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is where The Suite Life on Deck themesong's volume is turned up heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited, but I'm trying not to have too high an expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last vacation, before 2009 starts. BE POSITIVE, GO HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-8448937999864392744?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8448937999864392744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8448937999864392744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8448937999864392744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8448937999864392744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/12/sailing-off-phuket-langkawi-kl-on-royal.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-2798073318688354840</id><published>2008-12-17T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:14:38.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7.11p.m. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;, the reality of filming my 'O' Level Device Monologue on Friday 19th December 2008, just sank in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't think&lt;/span&gt; I'm ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-2798073318688354840?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2798073318688354840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=2798073318688354840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2798073318688354840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2798073318688354840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/12/7.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-7303082791454036198</id><published>2008-12-16T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:47:12.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SUfLn3Ht7tI/AAAAAAAAA3M/igPtT0CRC18/s1600-h/DSC07487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280412973786853074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SUfLn3Ht7tI/AAAAAAAAA3M/igPtT0CRC18/s320/DSC07487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey so today we had our Christmas Steamboat lunch at Coca, Takashimaya. Met Jocelyn and Sharonlimyu-zhen late because I finally switched on my photo printer after weeks of procrastination (don't you hate this word?) to print the pictures for their presents the night before, after finally getting their files from one-stop-candy-land Ikea (may magical lights shine upon you) and my photo printer turned out not so friendly, even though every single review claimed it to be the easiest photo printer ever. Couldnt read my camera, my hard disk, and finally resorted to stuffing in my memory card. Rushed to churn out more pictures in the mrn, BUT ABIGAIL WAS LATER HAH. I revel in the glory, even though she had a good reason HAHA. I haven't bathed yet, and it's eight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of bathing late, have been bathing past 12 midnight past two days, and now I end up with a nose rivaling Rudolph's just in time for my Christmas crusie next week which I am very excited about (: I am surrounded by scrunched up lumps of white tissues that resemble snowflakes if you shut both your eyes tight and picture the Alps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a painful time finding Coca. I type painful because my fav lemon yellow shoes were cutting into my feet, even though they used to be a perfect fit, and Jocelyn's flip-flops kept flapping so she whined, and we walked towards Wisma Atria from Orchard Mrt, thought we were wrong, walked back, got directed back, asked a Security Guard in Tower A Takashimaya where Coca was, told Level 5 Tower B, groaned and moaned and sighed and punched in Level 5 Tower B, then found Coca in Level 4 Tower B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was pretty good (: Jocelyn taught me that wanton has to be plopped in seperately or they get screwed up. Sharon and Abigail leap away (so dramatic right tsk whos the one thats unprepared for filming on friday?!) from the pot when I slide the prawns in, pfffft I am gentle with mah prawns ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat there laughing and eating for 2.5 hrs, watching people leave as they finish and laugh madly as the waiter aims perplexed looks in our direction (or the bulges that became our stomachs) when we repeatedly ordered more prawns squids and chicken in a succession. It was like a cycle, really. Jocelyn would moan and clutch her stomach, calling us freaks and telling us to stop eating, then we would toss her a squid or a bowl of sweet soup and she would sigh and eat it all up, still declaring how she could not eat another spoonful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH JOCELYN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally left and there was a virtual sigh of relief (or was it our guilty conscience HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280412968142402274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SUfLniF-cuI/AAAAAAAAA3E/a9j-2lRY46s/s320/DSC07524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got ice-cream for dessert at the basement, then headed to Wisma Atria, my shoes were still digging so I bought white pilmsolls from Cotton On and my feet felt floatily good immediately even though they were a tad big heh and I like the cut of the shoes a whole lot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280412955763025794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SUfLmz-gJ4I/AAAAAAAAA28/o-UnY-QUi80/s320/DSC07522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to Fareast to stock up on belts, Mummy wanted to share so I got three - white, red, purple. Abigail had to leave for her church dance practice, and 5 home with Sharon and Jocelyn. Slow sleepy busrides punctuated with small talk and smiles, they opened their gifts and I'm happy they like it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm playing Monopoly Spongebob Squarepants edition with Daddy and Zhengy, and Zhengy keeps escaping the evil grasps of Daddy's multiple Pineapple chains...AND NOW IM BANKRUPT!!!!!!!!! WHAT IS THIS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEVERMIND TOMORROW I'LL GO BACK AND DOMINATE BECAUSE COLDPLAY SINGS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just because I'm losing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't mean I'm lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't mean I'll stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't mean I'm in a cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA I SHOULD RENAME THIS BLOG MANIACAL MUSINGS OF A BANKRUPT MANIAC HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might be a big fish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a little pond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't mean you've won&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause along may come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bigger one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEXY IS BACK FROM&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; LAND OF LAKSA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND GIRLYS, WE FORGOT TO TAKE OUR CHRISTMAS TREE PICTURE HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our youth is fleeting, old age is just around the bend, and i can't wait to go grey/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-7303082791454036198?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7303082791454036198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=7303082791454036198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7303082791454036198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7303082791454036198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-so-today-we-had-our-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SUfLn3Ht7tI/AAAAAAAAA3M/igPtT0CRC18/s72-c/DSC07487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-5761557159788373068</id><published>2008-12-12T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:43:23.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Clarissa I'm not in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANTED ENTERTAINMENT!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-5761557159788373068?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5761557159788373068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=5761557159788373068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5761557159788373068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5761557159788373068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-clarissa-im-not-in-america.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-5295325139321287983</id><published>2008-12-01T18:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:59:20.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/STO4ZBcPJdI/AAAAAAAAAy8/3A0FYEJzVwc/s1600-h/DSC06975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274762328604091858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/STO4ZBcPJdI/AAAAAAAAAy8/3A0FYEJzVwc/s320/DSC06975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just ate cold lychee pudding which cheered me up alot more than hurting my eyes with 4 straight hours of staring at my comp screen would ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT'S DECEMBER, and I'm excited but scared, happy but nervous. A whole mix of things to be excited about and another bunch of upcoming events that make me so afraid. November went by too fast, but Clinic with Mrs. Crothers turned out to be a complete lifesaver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to think having fun was going out everyday window shopping and walking up and down crowded Orchard streets or trawling malls with glaring lights for hours carrying awkward conversations pretending that we're having fun, but this holiday (and this year in general) made me realise there's so much more in revisiting places deemed embarrassing in the senior years of primary school and the junior years in secondary school. Talking over coffee about anything and everything that isn't gossip is so much more fulfilling than bitching about him and her, he and she. Catching a movie means you actually want to watch it, and not because you have nothing else to do and your feet hurt from walking every inch of the shiny floors. Swimming, or spending a quiet (okay punctuated with sudden giggles and shrieks) afternoon with your best girls playing Wii. I learnt that silent busrides doesn't equal awkward, but the lack of urge to continuously fill the gap means you are so much more comfortable with that person. And that family time is appreciated so much more when you lack it, even over breakfast in a cramp hot coffeeshop that's noisy because half the people there are families having breakfast too. I'm 15, I'm 5 years to 20, and then teendom will disappear, it's a tiny bit late to realise all this, but at least I did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING.&lt;/strong&gt; (a little late, but nevermind)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope December is well balanced out; it being the month before Sec 4 starts means 2 very basic categories - 1) Study 2) As much fun as you can possibly have before 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have been reading stuff that show me exactly what this means (: and I'm grateful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read articles about the Black Friday shopping madness, a temp. worker got trampled to death! Cyber Monday today also clogged up many websites. I don't know why I'm amused, and I keep editing this entry because I've got so much stuff I want to rmb when I flip back and read, and put up the most mundane of events because I like reading archives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Christmas carols. They make me feel happier and feel bubbly over Christmas more than the lights do (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-5295325139321287983?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5295325139321287983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=5295325139321287983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5295325139321287983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5295325139321287983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-ate-cold-lychee-pudding-which.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/STO4ZBcPJdI/AAAAAAAAAy8/3A0FYEJzVwc/s72-c/DSC06975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3125392808394842297</id><published>2008-11-29T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:36:46.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/STAaIF1F4_I/AAAAAAAAAwo/ql2p4A6Tl-4/s1600-h/DSC02636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273743889956987890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/STAaIF1F4_I/AAAAAAAAAwo/ql2p4A6Tl-4/s320/DSC02636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WO DE SEXY ZAI NA LI, ZAI NA LI ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally understand why Vanessa Anne Hudgens (this sounds so much better than VH, hahaha) sang Baby Come Back To Me, even though it hurt me to see her zoom away from High School Musical (Caught 2 on Disney Channel during dinner, singing along was SO MUCH FUN OK OMG HSM!!!!!!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Admist the plotting of how to get back Sexy's (sexy) affections from those slutty sheep that she's frolicking, Equus-like, with, I've been rekindling my affections for Surds! (: Strangely successful, but following it's success is a huge struggle with Indices. Baby's playing hard to get. Ooh Indices you cheeky half-chapter of my (torn) Amaths book! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spent 11-1 last night with Zhengy watching Amanda and Marc on the videos on the Ugly Betty website, OMG SO FUNNY HEEHEE. And because we dragged my mattress to his room and pushed his bed nearer to his desk, we are now on our 3rd sleepover night in this house! We spent another hour pretending we could scribble cursive, and discussing+quoting Amanda and Marc! "Oh Daniel, you naughty naughty &lt;em&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt;!" AHHHHHH HAHAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laughter aside, one minute of silence for the Mumbai victims. (Including one Singaporean woman, who was just recently reported to be dead.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-3125392808394842297?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3125392808394842297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3125392808394842297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3125392808394842297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3125392808394842297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/11/wo-de-sexy-zai-na-li-zai-na-li-i.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/STAaIF1F4_I/AAAAAAAAAwo/ql2p4A6Tl-4/s72-c/DSC02636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8276207255015203862</id><published>2008-11-21T17:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:19:51.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. So we returned from Taiwan on the 16th, 12.30a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would try to describe it with an "it was" but this trip was esp. very "There was", because it was at neither points of extreme - not mindblowingly fun nor exceptionally I-will-whine-a-whole-entry boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS (imagine Broadway-bright lights blinking crazily in the dark):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribal dancing with Zhengy (for the sake of the sanity of those who watched, we harbour hopes that they wiped it all clean. Thankfully, we basically flapped our arms and giggled a bunch instead of pretending we can actually &lt;em&gt;shake eeeeet&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaIExwwWuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/bYMgXUuWpv8/s1600-h/DSC06032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271050029542431458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaIExwwWuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/bYMgXUuWpv8/s320/DSC06032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The freshest fruits, vegetables, and most cushiony rice ever. (they had the sweetest sweetest mangoes I'd ever bitten into, and custard apples so indulgent, they had the chance of replacing chocolate in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaH2g4kZ8I/AAAAAAAAAwI/gIh6kSGeZjs/s1600-h/DSC06059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271049784493631426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaH2g4kZ8I/AAAAAAAAAwI/gIh6kSGeZjs/s320/DSC06059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton candy making machines! It's a good finger workout, you just keep spinning your stick so the spidery threads of sugar (AND I MEAN MANLY SUGAR) hook onto them. Hookers. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaH2fbGcGI/AAAAAAAAAv4/zOL4RKAeUDg/s1600-h/DSC06255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271049784101597282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaH2fbGcGI/AAAAAAAAAv4/zOL4RKAeUDg/s320/DSC06255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The winner of the bingo game got to set off real National Day-only fireworks, which are a hundred percent legal there illegal here (Thank Goodness) I love you Singapore. Below is a milder version of what they actually bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaH2K4ArTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/m00a1x1rlkk/s1600-h/DSC06250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271049778585709874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaH2K4ArTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/m00a1x1rlkk/s320/DSC06250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I couldn't bring home jars with their mountain and farm air shut tightly inside, I took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaH2Mec4pI/AAAAAAAAAvo/NrdUDcWB1AQ/s1600-h/DSC06211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271049779015377554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaH2Mec4pI/AAAAAAAAAvo/NrdUDcWB1AQ/s320/DSC06211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We released a LANTERN (Hot-air ballon, more like) with scrawled wishes. It seems kinda cheesy and everything, but everything cheesy is magical. (The fantasy books I drown myself in get to me, occasionally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271048077102463794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaGTIWyuzI/AAAAAAAAAvY/uocKZPhWNb4/s320/DSC06001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271048081856381682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaGTaENwvI/AAAAAAAAAvg/yFDK3LuF9n4/s320/DSC05998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food oily and tasty beyond reason (LAND OF TAIWANESE SAUSAGES)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271044495725054642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaDCqr4SrI/AAAAAAAAAuI/vZDbbvb7RuQ/s320/DSC06555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast faster fastest trains. 3 types of trains in each station, HUH WHAT MRT. (Our family has matching multicoloured windbreakers now (cue multiple break wind jokes that actually seem funny in another land)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaGS_BQWRI/AAAAAAAAAvI/fLs3r5fHQNw/s1600-h/DSC05833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271048074596210962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaGS_BQWRI/AAAAAAAAAvI/fLs3r5fHQNw/s320/DSC05833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw more mountains than the number of Barbie dolls I own (not including the one with the head that CLARISSA BROKE OFF. But it's okay, I am sure you were hungry. HAHA.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271048070244598290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaGSuzwAhI/AAAAAAAAAvA/-Tv2pkt3_74/s320/DSC05871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Sun Moon Lake, and even stayed there for a night which according to Xiao Ai, is supposed to be very special for a tour, and we left grumbling about 1) why nobody actually saw the Sun and the Moon part of the description given in the itinerary 2) how Marina Barrage could trump it. &lt;em&gt;Picky,&lt;/em&gt; but nonetheless pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271042840951137410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaBiWLCJII/AAAAAAAAAto/x89ET6rwLN4/s320/DSC06423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skyscraping buildings (called skyscrapers e.g. Taipei 101) that costs you 400NT/person to take the elevator up. I might as well bop, free, to the top. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaE9if6ovI/AAAAAAAAAu4/xU6DKnp1koI/s1600-h/DSC06777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271046606651302642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaE9if6ovI/AAAAAAAAAu4/xU6DKnp1koI/s320/DSC06777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping districts, night markets in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaE9biN16I/AAAAAAAAAuw/pHHeNeYrTu0/s1600-h/DSC06775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271046604781901730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaE9biN16I/AAAAAAAAAuw/pHHeNeYrTu0/s320/DSC06775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271048075955046290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaGTEFOh5I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/G9ARJ8hIz1s/s320/DSC05802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at restaurants so funky they sortof scare you. Ooh and in the restaurant and the Sun Moon Lake hotel, there were multiple statues with giant sculpted boobs I AM NOT KIDDING I HAVE EVIDENCE. (Sexy we must go back there and do kinky things with those sculptures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaE9MgkSZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/h4eCgupLt2g/s1600-h/DSC06771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271046600748452242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaE9MgkSZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/h4eCgupLt2g/s320/DSC06771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhengy's first wet rollercoaster. With the exception of Daddy and maybe Mummy, we are all wimps I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaDC9wit8I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Men_f8uBgvM/s1600-h/DSC06568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271044500844885954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaDC9wit8I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Men_f8uBgvM/s320/DSC06568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've got acres and acres of trees and trees give off oxygen! (Trees don't have a need for anaerobic respiration, unless they're Ents! Yay LOTR.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaDCQH4BlI/AAAAAAAAAt4/H0OrawpJ9Ho/s1600-h/DSC06491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271044488594720338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaDCQH4BlI/AAAAAAAAAt4/H0OrawpJ9Ho/s320/DSC06491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have...fish. Greedy fish. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271042833356476434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaBh54U0BI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/3xY2m6Pdh3A/s320/DSC06159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Midnight golf was fuuuuuun though I think Mummy and Daddy are very very patient coaches.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaBh4dn7cI/AAAAAAAAAtY/M9AanotJ3z0/s1600-h/DSC06258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271042832976047554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaBh4dn7cI/AAAAAAAAAtY/M9AanotJ3z0/s320/DSC06258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Multiple three-hour busrides where all you can do is eat and sleep and read and listen to your iPod, and occasionally burst into giggles that earn you heads whipping around with eyes so evil, you shudder. Haha, no I exaggerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271042827409212898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaBhjuYxeI/AAAAAAAAAtI/oExyML0E9P0/s320/DSC06358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the Zhengy time I got from the stretches of busrides though (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271044487290459202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaDCLQ6lEI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Pxl0sUfmE6U/s320/DSC06458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the highlight and the rescuer of the trip was family time (: I love my family so much I might burst.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271049783849463282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaH2ee_LfI/AAAAAAAAAwA/P0VFhbApUio/s320/DSC06280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping was pretty satisfying, Mummy and I got dresses and scarves and shoes and tops and tights and jackets, Zhengy got his shirts, while Daddy remained the only sane one, sighing dramatically and loudly saying goodbye to his notes in an attempt to make us feel guilty. Haha. Managed to get Ryan's requested shirt and he keeps flying off it's so complicated just trying to pass him a shirt. Haha, and we got Grandma stuff too. Admist the clothes, we went about squandering NT buying big bottled Yakult (green tea, original, grape), chocolate, ripoff prawn crackers, cup noodles, and toys at 7-11, and Royal Jelly, honey, Lingzhi, and the likes of Taiwenese snacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I uploaded so much at one go, because going through my Japan trip entry last year, I realised I didn't make good my promises of uploading and updating, I procrastinated, am procrastinating, I procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271063789683188482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaUluR9owI/AAAAAAAAAwY/9cSwFjsvlU8/s320/DSC06802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is an edit on Sunday, because I spent half a day (literally) sticking pictures up here, and I couldn't finish before going to Orchard to pick Mummy up and go for dinner (wanted to go for Coca steamboat but it was full so we settled for a horrible Chinese buffet restaurant beside it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clarissa, have fun in China! Take loads of care and please don't break a finger. You don't have to imitate your bestfriend to tell her you miss her hahahaha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent today glued to my chair in front a Microsoft Word document containing my monologue. Not very productive, I'm afraid (and I should be). I'm really afraid of tomorrow's session. November's ending, haven't got much done. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise not to let this holiday go wasted, with all my heart I really really promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about the Zoo excursion (we were acting like absolute kids) with Sexy soon, definitely not before the two-day intensive Drama ends. I hope I won't be completely shattered and still have faith in my love for Drama. This monologue thing is driving me insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i'll sit and wonder of every love that could've been/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-8276207255015203862?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8276207255015203862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8276207255015203862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8276207255015203862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8276207255015203862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey_21.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SSaIExwwWuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/bYMgXUuWpv8/s72-c/DSC06032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8980392169300012604</id><published>2008-11-07T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:31:34.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SRP8BvQ2FhI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4vc2WciJVHE/s1600-h/DSC05725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265829496123430418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SRP8BvQ2FhI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4vc2WciJVHE/s320/DSC05725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bali girls, please 1) wakeup on time (heehee airport at 5!) 2) have a safe flight there/back 3) have fun 4) shop! 5) BBQ Seafood dinner 6) Midnight swims? 7) Come back quickly and safely! (:&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm to wakeup in time to call them, but I was too tired after murmuring sweet nothings into Sexy's ear the night before, but I'm glad I msged them right before I slept. They all replied at either four or six, and I miss them heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distraction, Chinese 'O' Level Paper on Wednesday was pretty okay, I'm just not sure whether my answers are what they are looking for. A1, please please please please please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedicure after school yesterday (yay banana yellow toes), after running about in all directions with Xinyun, Huining, Rachel, Bong, Rebecca, Amelia, Cheryl completing errands for Mdm Goh. It was all good, until the teachers popped by to get a pamphlet and started whipping (whipping) out their phones to snap pictures WITH FLASH, laughing and amused beyond reason, calling other teachers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now the whole staff population, including Mrs. Lim, knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So you've got money for 55th right?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why nail parlours should be at least a busstop away from school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sakae buffet after that was lower than expectations, didn't eat much. Spilled miso soup+ordering out-of-buffet items unintentionally, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Skipped to Ep 9 of 90210, it was good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot to blog about Coppelia, which was on the 10th of October. Met Amanda Sng before that to shop. Bugis was not very fruitful except for purple tights each, so we went to the linkway at Cityhall. Amanda got her Hula&amp;amp;Co. dress, and Rebecca, Huining, Amelia came over! Talked for abit, and we made the wrong decision of going all the way back to school, sacrificing dinner, when the Esplanade was just nearby.&lt;br /&gt;But I had fun on the bus with the Drama girls, and Coppelia was good. I guess. I liked that the director twisted the old ballet into a more modern one, what with the ads and technical aspects and TV usage. It was quite startling because the dancers would be dancing beautifully then suddenly switch to stoic lines. Incorporating theatre with ballet was pretty off choice. Felt cheated at the end, though. Dinner after at the overpriced food centre with Sexy and Clarissa. Then, survived stitches and teasing staring laughing passerbys for CLARISSA WHO WAS LATE AND OWES US ICECREAMCHEFS, while running to Cityhall. Laughing loudly on the train ended the very very exciting marathon. Okay Im blogging about it almost a month after, hahahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The glove compartment isn't accurately named/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-8980392169300012604?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8980392169300012604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8980392169300012604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8980392169300012604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8980392169300012604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey_07.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SRP8BvQ2FhI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4vc2WciJVHE/s72-c/DSC05725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-1532541450524407946</id><published>2008-11-02T16:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:20:15.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SQ19pgPTC2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Tmg9sZ-Ehu0/s1600-h/DSC02417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264001691448183650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SQ19pgPTC2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Tmg9sZ-Ehu0/s320/DSC02417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Drama Clinic/Consultation tomorrow (which means I'm a session away from the second 'O' Level filming, this time a more naked kind - in the sense of you being alone on stage with the aircondition switched off to strip noise disruption and burning lights you cannot turn away from, with everybody expectantly watching you, grading you, criticising you, you and your words and your props and your costume and your emotions) How naked can you get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Wednesday's Chinese 'O' Level paper1&amp;amp;2, need my A1 like Huining needs her food cravings. +Need to score well in theory, Oral was so majorly messed up I wanted to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, PTC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Taiwan on Saturday, a hastily signed-up tour to replace our postponed America one. Zhengy and I are avoiding the excitement till we actually reach Taiwan, so we won't have high expectations that will end up in disappointment. Not a travelcynic, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Lunch with Sharonlimyu-zhen last Friday and Macs with Jocelyn&amp;amp;Sharon last Wednesday were good (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I've got a 2-Day All-The-Sexiness-You-Can-Take Camp chock-full of things we have been planning forever with Sexy (HUG) yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) 'O' Level Bio SPA was screwed, I had one min to draw my graph cos I was still slicing while everybody was sitting down, well into their ten-minute mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) 'O' Level Chem SPA on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Caught High School Musical 3 last Sunday with my family! I love Disney, but Zac Efron is so pretty, how does his gf stand that. First installment was still #1, but I don't deny I will continue returning to watch if they keep adding more numbers behind High School Musical. The new generation were mostly...annoying. Tiara will never ever beat Sharpay, heehee. I like Ryan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go study and hope that some of the slick Chinese phrases will diffuse into me if I keep reading the model Gonghans, Sihans, Bao Zhang Bao Dao, and respective Zuowens. And maybe my Comprehension skills will be more than enough, and that I may score in the Cloze Passages (that would be my first) Did I mention to be more careful? I wrote 8 instead of 1, 2, 3, 4 as my multiple choice answer; now I know my carelessness doesn't just lie within Maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This feels like a rant, because I haven't blogged for awhile. Extended studies have been very extended, too extended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timmy Turner's voice is incredibly high-pitched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take back the city for yourself tonight/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18038434-1532541450524407946?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1532541450524407946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=1532541450524407946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1532541450524407946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1532541450524407946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-drama-clinicconsultation-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SQ19pgPTC2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Tmg9sZ-Ehu0/s72-c/DSC02417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-1502937496673670101</id><published>2008-10-07T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:46:28.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SOtuIuN2GXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/sNPe7NPYFLo/s1600-h/DSC05703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254414486381926770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SOtuIuN2GXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/sNPe7NPYFLo/s320/DSC05703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gfs came over for a planned swim&amp;amp;movie marathon, but it started raining and our movie marathon turned into a Disney Channel+Wii marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We helped Jocelyn decide her future career as a representative Singapore in virtual bowling and tennis, hahhahaha since she claims she prefers virtual sports much better than the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;Sharonlimyu-zhen calls it &lt;em&gt;"Denial", &lt;/em&gt;complete with her scary evil laugh and patting of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three-hour swim of splashing squirting floating dreaming laughing playing talking. We talked about future schools jobs and made plans (: I hope that our ! and ! works out, Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much stuffed into tomorrow, board meeting post-exam activities OBS presentation that we are not ready for. Haha best, I hope it all manages to work out and that we get to sneak into each other's classes to meet (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cereal, pizza delivery, Kfc, then Shine delivery, good food today. I don't want school and results to return FROWN IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I GOT&lt;strong&gt; BRISINGR&lt;/strong&gt; TODAY AT 11.18a.m.! I tried running to Eastpoint at 9.10p.m. but they closed once I got out of the lift what is this! I've been delicately turning each page of glorious Christopher Paolini art and have been restraining myself so I can devour it slooooowly. Next book's a long wait to go and it's the last in the Inheritance series so I must treasure time spent with brilliance on paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can all sigh and smile dreamily now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, there's school tomorrow, and on Thursday, and on Thursday there's Drama and with Drama brings monologues and with monologues bring filming and the bringing goes on because it's brisingr HAHAHAHAHA GRR BRISIN(GRR). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bury all your secrets in my skin, come away with innocence/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-1502937496673670101?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1502937496673670101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=1502937496673670101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1502937496673670101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1502937496673670101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SOtuIuN2GXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/sNPe7NPYFLo/s72-c/DSC05703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-7953009682032162558</id><published>2008-10-06T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:23:10.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;br /&gt;24/09/08-06/10/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Crunchy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing Appetites described their tiger prawns as crunchy. I betrayed Sharonlimyu-zhen, by ordering a spaghetti I couldn't finish instead of our agreed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONSTER DESSERTS.&lt;/span&gt; Marina Square is boring when you are saving money. Sitting down and staring at each other's faces talking about weird topics is #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emaths was okay, I got tricked while fighting the tricks of the box-and-whisker q. and Similarity and Congruency and Similar Solids &gt; me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to Tm to get tickets for The House Bunny. Ok not really Jocelyn and Abigail had to rush though HAHAHAHA I met siti+her friends and she stalked us to the theatre but technically we bought our tickets at the same time hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The House Bunny was funny and chick-flicky and forgettable but it was good balm, soothing our exam-weary brains. It was not that provocative and sex-laced despite the generous servings of cleavage and midriffs, and Anna Faris was sweet and endearing as a bimbo. Emma Stone is super pretty and the girls were such long lithe skinny beautiful transformations that there were countless "SHES SO PRETTY!" and "How come she's so skinny!" from rows behind. The advertisments were amusing, I think we laughed a fair (HAHA SHARON) bit even before it started. Jocelyn is so slow she can be a slow rice-cooker hahahaha but it's not that funny because I said slow again, haha SKINNY GENES HAAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unapologetic, it's the post-exam realisation high.&lt;br /&gt;AND, my eyelid is swollen and fat. Sexy's fault tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JUSTIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Designer love and empty things/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-7953009682032162558?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7953009682032162558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=7953009682032162558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7953009682032162558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7953009682032162558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-738014278232698183</id><published>2008-09-13T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:56:06.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SMvfXHh2qXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ttx6ivz8ZjE/s1600-h/DSC05491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245531779254102386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SMvfXHh2qXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ttx6ivz8ZjE/s320/DSC05491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the those days whereby you sit on your bed with your chin propped up on one hand, and you think about what a waste it has been, what a big big waste. Have been thinking about Drama, and I would like to someday be walking and while walking, see a tattered piece of helium balloon that'd travelled from somewhere, India or Jurong, wherever. Because today a children's birthday party was going on downstairs, and Mummy Daddy Zhengy and I were sitting by the pool eating bananas after dinner, and pretending we didn't have mosquitoes buzzing around, and there were loads of kids, and they were playing in the playground, and they had colourful helium balloons and all of them released their balloon, except two. I don't know about now, I'm not sure, but I know I would have been (or had been) one of those two remaining kids with their helium balloon on a white string, and the white string would be circled and knotted tightly around my wrist, with fingers gripping it still, to make sure it was constantly there. I was surprised when they released their balloons, and they didn't even look up to see where it would fly to, they continued playing, they continued chasing and giggling and forgot all about the helium balloon on the skinny white string which they released and would someday, or sometime, float down to somebody somewhere, someday sometime somebody somewhere, in different tattered pieces of helium balloon. Mummy and I followed the last balloon, a grey balloon, to be released, with our eyes, watching it float so fast so fast up, and start darting through the clouds till we couldn't see it anymore and Zhengy went "Why are you so interested in balloons, I can't see it anymore."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above picture is meant to show that I am disappearing into studyland (I bet Sharonlimyu-zhen has gotten a house and a pet there by now), till I get the Fyes' butt satisfyingly kicked and NOT vice-versa. Progress Report Card yesterday, Wow. Performed Courtesy/First Day for selected Sec Ones, Courtesy was screwed but First Day was fun. I need a dose of Radiohead, Sexy, please please let me get that feeling back when I heard that song, Monday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been a day of headache-induced sleeping, thanks to sleeping at three I'm sorry Arra, WHAT HAVE I DONE? NOTHING. Oh wait right, the SURVEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teng Zi Ying's waking up EARLY TOMORROW GROWL GROWL I WON'T SLEEP IN CAN'T SLEEP IN I NEED BY MOTIVATION BACK. It's weird because once I truly saw how horribly I did typed out and printed on a slip, my motivation snuck out the back door shouldn't it be inviting company instead? My eye still hurts, I'll go wash it. Again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will those feet in modern times, feel the bright prosaic malls, and the corridors that go on and on and on/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18038434-738014278232698183?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/738014278232698183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=738014278232698183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/738014278232698183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/738014278232698183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey_13.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SMvfXHh2qXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ttx6ivz8ZjE/s72-c/DSC05491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-4949734122640116671</id><published>2008-09-07T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:12:47.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;15,&lt;/span&gt; today (:&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;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TENG ZI YING! I LOVE YOU. (Hahahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-4949734122640116671?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4949734122640116671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=4949734122640116671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4949734122640116671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4949734122640116671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-15-today-happy-birthday-teng-zi.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-1649183453979987440</id><published>2008-09-05T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:49:27.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SMAe_pOUF0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/-OtzkASOgTs/s1600-h/DSC05097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242224045005739842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SMAe_pOUF0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/-OtzkASOgTs/s320/DSC05097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm disappointed, I am. Because, cancelled plans are upsetting ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esp. cancelled plans with best girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even more, cancelled plans with best girls that involved swimming, badminton, chickflicks, food, giggling, talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most upsettingly, cancelled plans with best girls that involved swimming, badminton, chickflicks, food, laughing, talking, and you've been so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's okay, because I'm taking them after Eoys/Fyes are done screwing us over, Heehee. I'm stamping my mark all over them for study dates and working out and giggle sessions and retail therapy and food and Wii and movies. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"can't wait for friday, it's like going to be the best day of the week!" - Jocelyn Yow Mun Ling. I'm sorry. Sharonlimyu-zhen please get well soon I send my virtual hugs! Abigail is such a busy girl tsk, make yourself free okay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow's morphing into a major study session, it's nineteen days to the Exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doublescience, please please make sense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama extra on Wednesday for Pre-Released, managed to churn out a script with Sexy in time (by being a tiny bit late). Sexy's place after Drama with Jeanna was basically cooking fried rice (i ate all the carrots on my plate! because I sliced them, and they tasted goooood), studying, checking out videos on youtube when we got bored, cereal+corn, dressing and playing with Ben's parts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By that, I mean taking apart and reassembling his &lt;em&gt;limbs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we got a feel of how Michael Phelps would feel like... I snigger and rub my hands gleefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught Gossip Girl online on Tuesday, it was an almost perfect opening episode for Season 2. I think it lived up to the hype (: I keep switching my ideas on ideal partners! Serena and Nate were never on my radar, till they made out and even though it was put-on, it was all sizzle sizzle. Hahaha, but Dan looks much hotter this season. All of them do, actually. And their summer clothes are so pretty ok it's like...fashion porn. HAHA. Chuck and Blair, no question. Even British accents and British lords cannot sway my opinion. I'm waiting for Nate to break it off with the Older Other Woman, she was so annoying during the White Party. But Nate's still hot and kinda wimpy. Chuck. Hahahaha. Cw has awesome shows, no kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lovers, keep on the road you're on/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-1649183453979987440?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1649183453979987440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=1649183453979987440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1649183453979987440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1649183453979987440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey_05.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SMAe_pOUF0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/-OtzkASOgTs/s72-c/DSC05097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-713740404684245143</id><published>2008-09-01T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:19:09.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEE-IN-MY-PANTS TYPE OF I-WANT-TO-READ-IT-NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240901349273960562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SLtsAnpXAHI/AAAAAAAAAfI/0Dwz6YJwczY/s320/BRISINGR.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rewatched swimming races with Michael Phelps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240901350433134914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SLtsAr9umUI/AAAAAAAAAfA/0Wilx0Ny27g/s320/michaelphelps2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;And Laszlo Cseh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240901347208085202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SLtsAf80PtI/AAAAAAAAAe4/P48egqSL4w4/s320/laszlocsehathens.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(We are &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; feeling withdrawal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jocelyn&amp;amp;Sharon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240901352905159410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SLtsA1LGsvI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/B77qna3sfjQ/s320/DSC05516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They were sitting, they were sitting in the strawberry swing/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-713740404684245143?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/713740404684245143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=713740404684245143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/713740404684245143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/713740404684245143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SLtsAnpXAHI/AAAAAAAAAfI/0Dwz6YJwczY/s72-c/BRISINGR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3701944553908721875</id><published>2008-08-30T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:41:04.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SLl22feSBBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/p5am2W6NsTI/s1600-h/DSC05420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240350319955805202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SLl22feSBBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/p5am2W6NsTI/s320/DSC05420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we had the last two sessions of teaching Drama at Ngee Ann Primary, and I'll miss going there, and the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, while waiting for Daddy Mummy Zhengy, I was talking to Yi Xuan and Charmaine, and I suddenly missed being a primary school kid. I enjoyed myself so much, and I didn't have to baby talk or anything. It was a normal, strangely straightforward, conversation peppered with primary school girl kindof gestures and they can ramble on about Suzukis and skipping ropes and bus numbers and each other, and it was very easy to talk and laugh with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere in the middle, Charmaine was like "Yes we're best friends!" and they grabbed each other, sling arms around shoulders, and grinned. They actually looked like they were a filming a family ad and it was...heartwarming (in the cold rain haha). It was so simple and so sweet I didn't know how to respond, so I went "Oh you're best friends?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday's party; Kristen and I had to leave early, and Donovan didn't come! (frowns) I missed Je Min who was going later and Issac came as we left. Those three were the ones we worked with the most, including Yao Quan, who was there (: But most of the girls were there like Qistina, Yi Xuan, Charmaine. So yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had Teacher's Day/Be Yourself Day. (Happy Teacher's Day!) Theme was &lt;strong&gt;Famous People&lt;/strong&gt;, Amelia Phua and I went as the most unlikely Jonas/Naked Brothers/Sisters there ever was. (pause) HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun (: Changed out and lunched at Tm with Sharonlimyu-zhen&amp;amp;Jocelyn, then Starbucks at Airport to study. (I still like T1 and T2 much better than T3.) Pictures at a new place, laughing and doing embarrassing things we'd only do with each other, I heart those two soso much I can hardly put it into words. (SPELL SOMEMORE JOCELYN HAHAHAHA) Best company (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was productive! But I haven't done much to continue this sudden sparkly study mood thing, so I should go do more Trigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Im HUNGRY salty fishy crackers+loackers night snack crunch crunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am tired even though I practically slept the day away, I want to dive under the covers and get spun by tales of fairies and elves and heros and magic and dragons that talk and fights where good people win like chronicles of narnia and eragon...I just want brisingr or maybe the Olympics but noo; one hasn't made an appearance yet, the other's done and over so I'll just go play the Wii heehee oh wait no Im reading fanfics that are intensely unsatisfying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy just giggled into my ear through the phone. It wasn't a normal giggle. It was a fan-girl giggle. C'mon, give me a sexy-giggle! WHERES YOUR SEXY INSTINCT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Phelps is still steaming like a steamroller (hahaha ok i know i know) and this Sec Four dressed as him, and she should have won because it's Michael Phelps (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gdnight, I'll go drink a hot milo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quiet, i will be so sure, calling your bluff/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/18038434-3701944553908721875?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3701944553908721875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3701944553908721875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3701944553908721875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3701944553908721875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey_30.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SLl22feSBBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/p5am2W6NsTI/s72-c/DSC05420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-1077033752279951748</id><published>2008-08-24T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:55:21.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK Band was awesome (: Everything went smoothly after the initial panic in the mrn. English was P.E., and the UK people can play really well! There were four guys and two girls, and I got Holly and Charlotte, who in my very bias opinion, are the sweetest UK girls ever hahaha. (Rachel I will msg you their emails once I...find the scraps of paper haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the UK guys turned the school very giggly, and excusably, when you are giggly you don't have much control over your body (else why would you be giggling) and they were demanding girls. Girls with need. (I snigger here I'm sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got my pictures with Holly and Charlotte, and Matt, who is a very good-natured, mature, fourteen-year-old who should be a role model for the guys his age over here in Singapore. And no, I didn't swoon over the boys because I've got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL PHELPS.&lt;br /&gt;(dazzle sparkle wink glisten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immunized me. Oh, great immunizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Moment of swooooning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling dislodged. I don't have another word for it. This is the first Olympics that has engaged me so thoroughly (yesss other sports besides swimming too), and I am reluctant to see it come to an end. But at eight tonight, the Closing Cerenomy will begin, and at ten, it will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years to the next, see you at London. But I am glad that the first Olympics I've so gloriously enjoyed is one that is well-deserved to be called an Olympics, with so many Firsts (in terms of never-been-done-before), Broken World Records, New World Records, Broken Olympic Records, New Olympic Records, Feats, Inspiration, and Drive. (Adding Eyecandy would absolutely ruin the dazzling-wow moment but yeah, Eyecandy, I cannot resist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's thirty-seven minutes of Games left, and Great Games it has been. So hello to being 19, and jumping up and down in front of the TV, wringing my hands in anticipation, coiled up with tension, disappointment, and celebration. The Olympics is like a mark you cross in this race of living, like a station where they tell you how many more laps to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Olympics, I love the Olympics (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing cheesy moment over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. I spent the first part of my rare free Friday afternoons first waiting for Sexy, talking to Margaret (HAHA MARGNIFICENT I AM SO WITTY OK), and Clarissa (I still think Clarissuck was good okay), and Charu with her friend who has a delightful sense of humour that nobody else has - she appreciates my jokes!), Xinyun's Chinese buddies who came back for pictures, and then Sharonlimyu-zhen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sharon and I went to the canteen, and in the canteen we caught up&amp;amp;filled each other in, and we spoke and laughed to the Western stall's aunty and uncle, on their last day in TKGS. We secretly stole some of Jocelyn's reserved potato chunks (okay I forgot what they are called). Then Abigail came, and Jocelyn came, with Cheryl. We dwindled about and I told them about mermaids and princesses and fairies and michael phelps and I had to whine and whine and finally they decided to leave, Icecreamchefs was cancelled Starbucks was cancelled impromptu decision to Tm, Yoshinoya. Busride was cold and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent shopping at Tm with Mummy, I got two tops and shoes, then dinner at Crystal Jade. And today we wanted to go to the Singapore Flyer, so we had breakfast at Macs, and a horrible lunch at Hong Kong Cafe, but it was all foggy and rainy so we postponed it. Headed to Raffles' City, Mummy got her evening gown, Zhengy got his toys, and then we bought underwear haha. J-CO doughnuts+Grocery shopping at Jason's Market Place (or smth that sounds like that), dinner at Old Airport (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good weekend, It was an unproductive weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of Term 3 starts tomorrow. I want my pink iLuv earphones, my current ones are fuzzy-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go do some Amaths in front of the TV, I don't want this weekend to be completely wasteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec Four Prelims right now, it's us a year from now. I wave to Xinyun's buddies, please keep in touch, I will speak (or type) Chinese to you! Now Xinyun might actually speak Chinese by accident hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huining's dog eats like everything, and she's getting so frustrated HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Opening Cerenomy WHERE ARE YOU MICHAEL PHELPS. (AND I DO NOT SEE LASZLO CSEH'S SHINY BALD HEAD!) I SEE YAOMING HAHAHAHA HE'S SO TALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biology relief, called me uncouth because I asked her a question using "nose shyt". Zhengy advised me to ask her what would &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;call it. (sniffs and flips hair like a pettyass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still put on a vest, with an S on my chest/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-1077033752279951748?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1077033752279951748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=1077033752279951748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1077033752279951748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1077033752279951748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey_24.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-7650464406061822102</id><published>2008-08-17T13:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:26:57.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) HAPPY BIRTHDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa Sih Shu Ning, 12th August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn Shi Wei Fen, 13th August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Congrats (from the bottom of my heart heart heart heart heart) to Michael Phelps: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235368071032356802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SKfDhb5OP8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/W4aaVzMH_9s/s320/MICHAELPHELPS8GOLDS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;8 Golds in Beijing Olympics 2008, 14 Golds in Olympics (in total), 16 Medals in Olympics (in total, again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to amazement. (this is the part after you soak it all in and breathe out deeply and go Wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I think he deserves every bright gold circle that has been slung over his neck, because besides the natural talent and swimmer's build (long torso, short legs, 2m-wingspan, and irrelevant cute buzz cut and sticky-out ears), he went back after Athens', and worked his ass (heehee) off working on his breaststroke (which pulled him down before), turns, trained, devoured 12,000/day calories, mentally strengthened himself, for 2008. Driven wholly by inspiration to excel after his bronzed defeat, Michael Phelps deserves it. All. Tgt, with his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) To Singapore's Table Tennis team, Gd luck (: Awesome job, so farA definite Silver, a hopeful Gold. Even the PM changed his English version of National Day Speech to tomorrow. Singapore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am suddenly very worried for my Chinese Oral results. If (which I think I stand an extremely high chance of) get U, I'll be pushed to retake, and get stamped out of Higher Chinese. (This sudden dawning of realisation has nothing to do with the joke and disappointment of a book called Breaking Dawn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I have a higher chance of flunking Term 3, which I fully should, looking back at how much (or rather, little) effort I slotted in. And, Literature and Drama won't help pull, I think, considering all the pre-result teasers they have been tossing at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;Fyes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let the Olympics be my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, scared, unprepared, and lacking drive&amp;amp;discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) On a lighter note, Laszlo Cseh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235368069023529298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SKfDhUaR-VI/AAAAAAAAAeg/RuzoyqrG0No/s320/laszo+cseh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your bald head and very cute smile, and Silver medals in the races with Michael Phelps, and Gold, your talent, from Hungary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Michael Phelps is still hottest heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Double-Bill plays at Arts House was disappointing. Spent the time before that with Amanda Snggggg (: Long talk during lunch, then shopped arnd Marina Square. And we mrted home tgt (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granddad's birthday dinner at Laguna after that, I was so tireddddddd but I love my Granddad. Will wish him again on his actual. And my cuz's gf did the sweetest, she burned a CD mix for me heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bent on conquering you, you slippery A of Maths (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT FUNNY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) UK Band tomorrow, please let everything run smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I wish the swimming weren't over (excluding the 1500m race next week), but there's so much so much more to the Olympics! Day 9, 7 to go. I do love it and I wonder, wonder why I never had much interest. I'll be 19 the next Olympics, so old. So old. AYO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sun is breaking in your eyes/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-7650464406061822102?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7650464406061822102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=7650464406061822102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7650464406061822102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7650464406061822102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey_17.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SKfDhb5OP8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/W4aaVzMH_9s/s72-c/MICHAELPHELPS8GOLDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8772313212981016657</id><published>2008-08-11T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:29:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SKBLO5VvwRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ypte9BIEcAo/s1600-h/michaelphelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233265486286799122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SKBLO5VvwRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ypte9BIEcAo/s320/michaelphelps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long weekend has proven to be unproductive, and I blame the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Michael Phelps. (kiss feet sizzle sizzle pop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew the Olympics could be so addictive, and so interesting. It even serves as a motivation, somewhat, in things that are pretty surprising, besides the obvious positive mentality the athletes promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyecandy helps, hahahaha. But still, focus on Michael Phelps. Extraordinarily skilled and extraordinarily hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should give us sixteen days off, including the weekends, from school, to watch the Olympics (: Because I seriously wanna stay home and just stare at my TV screen all day watching the matches. Oh, and get more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's 4 X 100m Freestyle was such a thrill of a match I scared myself by jumping up and down screaming when that amazing freestyler of a swimmer Jason Lezak managed to slice fast enough through the blue blue water to touch the wall fractions of a second ahead of Alain Bernard of France. But in general it was a brilliant swim for all, with the top three cutting ahead of the Olympic/World record, I think. US SHAVED OFF FOUR SECONDS OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this is the part where I show my support for Singapore by nodding frantically and cheering for Tao Li, who is the first (or for a very long time) Singaporean woman to enter the Olympic swimming finals for 100m Butterfly. Besides, fifth in the world is good. Really good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps. NO WONDER SINGAPORE WAS SO HOT HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the very obvious reasons why you should swim (heh swimming is best) like swimming is fun swimming improves your back swimming is relaxing swimming is cool, there are hot swimmers! SO SWIM NOW. (big cheesy grin and winks, freezes there like an ad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming is obviously my fav sport to watch (and do!) but there are others that are pretty interesting too like weightlifting and diving and gymnastics! Ooh diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay school tomorrow grr i need to read through emaths again and amaths trigo omg spring test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just sit back, and tell me I'm a liar for this/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/18038434-8772313212981016657?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8772313212981016657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8772313212981016657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8772313212981016657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8772313212981016657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey_11.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SKBLO5VvwRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ypte9BIEcAo/s72-c/michaelphelps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3958340174173948427</id><published>2008-08-09T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:45:15.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been pretty fun, so far. (And, we have a long weekend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232555067516391106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJ3FHFL8DsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/lgHBMNL2xjc/s320/AIRPORT" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early dismissal thanks to opening of Centre of Excellence for English, in the East. Spent the extra hours at the airport with Sharonlimyu-zhen, Jocelyn, and Abigail, and we did manage to put in a little studying and lunched at Macs, but then we went to Telephone Booth Corner again because Jocelyn wanted to prove that she was not (that) horrible a jumpshot-photographer. Verdict; She's okaaaaay. HAHA I CAN IMAGINE HER WIDENING HER EYES AND SHAKING HER FIST AT ME AND SQUEALING so OK YOU ARE BEST YAY.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napfa was okay. I got my As for 5 items, so I guess I'll have to train hard at keeping myself sharper in shape for the 2.4km rerun or I'll be narrowly missing my full points again! But Napfa was kinda interesting. I know I know, hard labour and sweat and grunts and overworked muscles. But the cheering and support (I am so cheesy NO WONDER I LIKE CHEESE AH.HAH.HAHAHAHA.) in the hall and netball courts added to the fun.&lt;br /&gt;Interact after that, and I stayed up till one that night to finish up my latest monologue for Drama (complete with whining to Clarissa; mutual whining okay HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was by far the most fruitful after the first filming. I was so nervous about my monologue, so I'm pretty glad it didn't get trashed. But I think it was because she was late and in a hurry...HAHA. But the nice part was that I spent alot of time with Amanda that day (: Hmt, Recess, she spent Drama upstairs in the Studio Room 1 with us, and then I had Kfc with her. (And she looked really pretty as Megan did during Carnival Day/Racial Harmony/National Day Celebrations in their matching floaty kimono tops hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday (08/08/08)&lt;br /&gt;Carnival Day/Racial Harmony/National Day Celebrations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232555074573030802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJ3FHfeX1ZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wjbn91eTx0E/s320/DSC04809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in till seven before picking Mimi up at heading to Macpherson Moral Childcare Centre to oversee the delivering of children to our school. Talked and cooed and sighed and fretted alot, huge thankyou to Mimi for helping me out! Reached school at nine, missing the whole concert with Bong and Rachel and Grace and Yimqi performing. But congrats guys, I heard about the encores! (: Wore Khaleedah's sarong kebaya for awhile selling kachang puteh and then stripped to participate in 1e7's bamboo dance game. Haha those evil girls threatened and shoved and poked and prodded me to their booth and their game was actually kinda fun hahaha. Did it with Xinyun Jelene Xiaonan, then ran back to help cleanup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus/Mrt to Tm for Pizza Hut, then Barney's (winks) (:&lt;br /&gt;I walked back home, without my iPod and without anybody, but I needed it. I had some me-time, and the wind was especially cooling so it went by quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that there's no need for flashy bright poshy glam places wasting time window-shopping when we don't feel like it. As long as there's good company, everywhere's fine. Barney's just adds onto to the fun. Haha. Coffee next time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJ3FH0Oo7hI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0qm6M-TaKHQ/s1600-h/DSC04861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232555080144186898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJ3FH0Oo7hI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0qm6M-TaKHQ/s320/DSC04861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJ3FILE0mPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/12Ttzb9eIUg/s1600-h/DSC04869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232555086277023986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJ3FILE0mPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/12Ttzb9eIUg/s320/DSC04869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232556339309992466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJ3GRG_KWhI/AAAAAAAAAd4/gdZbHtBP__c/s320/DSC04889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks with my family at night was good too. I love spending quality time hahahaha. National Day makes me all gooey. And the Beijing Olympics Opening Ceremony was amazing. Sixty billion budget, ten thousands of performers, talent, skill, brilliant director, technology, precision. It was mindblowingly impressive. China outdid itself, and maybe every other country. Heh I wanna watch an encore telecast (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE, I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232556333606489074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJ3GQxvVy_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/jgT-uMl2-HU/s320/DSC04967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT YELLED AT MY A HALF-AWAKE SEXY. Hottest thing I ever heard in my life. HHAHAHA. Macaroons at Orchard, brief shopping and lunch at Far East Plaza (we ended up getting what the other wanted; me a shirt and she a bag. At the same shop.) then rushing to collect tickets at the National History Museum of Singapore! Architechture was breathtakingly beautiful and we just stood there for momentary pockets of time gaping and gushing over the overall effect (and the super tall super sculpted floral-printed statue). Watched the Drama of History competition winners' top three showcase. Am so proud of the TKGS Drama teeeeam, they did awesome. Sexy and I are&lt;s&gt;n't&lt;/s&gt; remorseful. We laughed alot, vibrating the row of seats we were on, at things that shouldn't have been laughed at. Hugged, Congratulated, and we went to the Galleries, which were open for free because of National Day! Museums aren't geeky, surprisingly. They are a whole lot of fun. But then again, I may be the geek. AYA GO TO THE MUSEUM!&lt;br /&gt;Kopitiam/Delifrance with Sexy and a nice busride doing things, embarrassing things. It's the Kristen-vibe. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And Kristen ended our little trip on the mrt with whacking a woman with a Baby-loaded bag, and msging "&lt;em&gt;I just hit a woman with my bag!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232556346005367618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJ3GRf7dq0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/kIIJj4Fgwrs/s320/DSC04975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long weekend (: Need to catchup on my revison. SHARON PLEASE GET WELL SOON I'LL CALL YOU TOMORROW TAKE YOUR MEDICINE&amp;amp;SLEEP OKAY! GOOD GIRL (pats head) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;National Day songs are still #1 (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The buttons on my phone are worn thin/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-3958340174173948427?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3958340174173948427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3958340174173948427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3958340174173948427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3958340174173948427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey_09.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJ3FHFL8DsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/lgHBMNL2xjc/s72-c/AIRPORT' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8472371383929046491</id><published>2008-08-02T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:30:23.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJNC-y5v64I/AAAAAAAAAdA/LY2VNQnfve8/s1600-h/DSC04373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229597238890589058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJNC-y5v64I/AAAAAAAAAdA/LY2VNQnfve8/s320/DSC04373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concentrated CA Week's &lt;strong&gt;officially over&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I gave myself today off for sleeping+using the untouched (for past week) comp, I'm starting notes for FYEs. I won't let myself regret. &amp;amp;We're gonna work hard eh (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to get some shopping done this weekend though; Plus catchup with people I haven't had a chance to sit down and have a proper talk with. I've been owing Megan and Amanda Icecreamchefs date for ages, and after hanging out with Amanda for awhile on Thursday, I realised I really miss alot of people. I need to priortize, BE ORGANISED (hahahahaah).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebecca introduced me to We The Kings on a particularly slack free-period-all-the-way Thursday, and I've been listening non-stop (: I really like them, but the lead should cut his hair. HAHA. But I don't watch their videos that much, so that doesn't really matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huining, please cheerup (: Be strong okay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biology was in the IT Resource room, the new interactive board is genius, we spent the whole lesson just sighing and gasping whenever Mrs. Tan performed a magic trick on the board. THE HEART IS SO COMPLICATED. (GEDDIT DO YOU GEDDIT HAHAHAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to clear out my file, neaten my cupboard&amp;amp;notes, and clear out my wardrobe; AND I DECLARE THIS WEEKEND &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DRAMA WEEKEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monologue brainstorming, true and true. And character analysis layout for To Kill A Mockingbird, HARPER LEE IS BRILLIANT i cannot stop harping on it. Mrs. Crothers' personality test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I initially wanted to go for the To Kill A Mockingbird adaptation that Mrs. Lim told us about today, but now to think about it &lt;s&gt;I'd rather go for High School Musical: The Ice Tour &lt;/s&gt;I'd like to stick to my own interpretation of the characters and the set and the way they talk and the way they say the lines. Hahaha yesyes okay I wanna sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelia Phua nearly made me pee in the cab today. Literally. Full bladders and stupid stories have no solution (N.A.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, I do want to go for HSM: The Ice Tour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK YAY SLEEP GDNIGHT (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who was chewing on his parliaments,when he tried to save the calendar business/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-8472371383929046491?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8472371383929046491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8472371383929046491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8472371383929046491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8472371383929046491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SJNC-y5v64I/AAAAAAAAAdA/LY2VNQnfve8/s72-c/DSC04373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-2617262746684304696</id><published>2008-07-27T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:30:24.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SIwZOnHBz6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/UzTvVB065P8/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227581006277627810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SIwZOnHBz6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/UzTvVB065P8/s320/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, Happy Belated Birthday, Zhengy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly regret spending yesterday aimlessly and sleeping late after watching The Leap Years, playing the Wii, and dancing around the living room to old National Day songs, then sleeping at one plus forcing ionic formulas into my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;National Day songs are #1, how can anybody not feel so patriotic after listening to them! And, love for Singapore (: Hahahaha NATIONAL DAY'S COMING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Chem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In storms of fabled foreign tongues/&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/18038434-2617262746684304696?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2617262746684304696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=2617262746684304696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2617262746684304696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2617262746684304696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey_27.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SIwZOnHBz6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/UzTvVB065P8/s72-c/DSC00441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3536180257181015493</id><published>2008-07-25T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:30:24.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SInzbJcdtCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/54UPUspnwjc/s1600-h/DSC04307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226976490257495074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SInzbJcdtCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/54UPUspnwjc/s320/DSC04307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22th July; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Zhengy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, you're the world's #1 bro, no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated at Kuishin-Bo on Sunday night, and the food was so good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Cross-Country/Zany Parade, and it was so much fun. Our class came in top for Cross-Country overall, and we clinched top two spots in Zany Parade! Amazingly, our ahlians/ahbengs/kungfumasters/eurasiangirls/malays/indians/green-haired trees/policemen/mas selamat/phua chu kang managed to amuse and impress the judges enough (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Sharonlimyu-zhen's mum's with Jocelyn Yow Mun Ling after walking nearly to Bedok Interchange to get a cab, then cabbed again to tm because it was raining heavily. Tickets for Batman: The Dark Knight, and Famous Amous cookies+brownies+coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight was &lt;em&gt;brilliant&lt;/em&gt;. Heath Ledger lived up (pun not intended) to the hype; the most thrillingly frightening part of his performance is that he managed to make the Joker not seem like a cartoon character. He seemed part human, despite the psycho front, and that was scary because it seems like anybody on the street could change into something so morbid and demented. I don't know why (Okay i do), but I felt like there was some sexual temsion between Batman and Joker, haha. THE JOKER WAS ENJOYING BATMAN WHACKING HIS HEAD OFF ON THE WALL, like some sick pleasure. But I do think Christian Bale deserves some recognition, he was good, and his jawline is so sexy HAHA. Aaron Eckhartwas okay I guess, he didnt stand out for me. Jocelyn had to leave halfway, and the movie was quite long. But Christopher Nolan did a pretty awesome job (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was our first Drama 'O' Level filming. We get a second round, but I'm afraid I'll be too caught up in my attempts at doing better than the first. I gave it my all on Thursday, that much I can say, but only for the second bit, during my second appearance after the exit. Mama Looking For Her Cat; I grew with the twenty-seven weeks of being Mama, and I admit I didn't respect her character and didn't bother to understand her better, but Mama is one kickass lady, now I know (: Thanks to Deepika, Natalie, Raj, Sakinah, Hanis, for stressing out along with us and helping us out with the technical aspects and such! Big slobbery mwahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I got to talk to Sharonlimyu-zhen again. Like finally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We agreed that talking to each other was as if we spoke only once every five months via long-distance calls that costed $1 per min. HAHA. But as always, I felt truckloads better and more enlightened after talking to her. I spent yesterday afternoon thinking so much about it, and Sharon's right (: I'm so glad and thankful for Sharon, bestbestbestbestbest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate lunch at school and waited for Abigail, then we went to Burger King to study. Jocelyn couldn't join us, but if you're reading this, know that I heart you so much and please take good care okay (: Those four are... (fill in mushy word) THANK GOODNESS FOR THEM (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA ALICE IS SO CUTE CANNOT STAND IT HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok cramps hurt wanna sleep NEED TO STUDY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All was golden when the day met the night/&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/18038434-3536180257181015493?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3536180257181015493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3536180257181015493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3536180257181015493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3536180257181015493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey_25.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SInzbJcdtCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/54UPUspnwjc/s72-c/DSC04307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-1664630726453308765</id><published>2008-07-19T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:30:24.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SIGfsrCR2gI/AAAAAAAAAco/536tZYzhuwU/s1600-h/DSC04386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224632632541829634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SIGfsrCR2gI/AAAAAAAAAco/536tZYzhuwU/s320/DSC04386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekends again, and I like weekends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&amp;amp;I forgot to blog about the ACJC A Level Showcase we went to on Wednesday! Had English Oral/Interact before that, then mrt to Buona Vista. Kristen and I met a nice TP girl in the toilet who started talking to us...HAHA everybody should be so friendly (:&lt;br /&gt;The performances were good, concepts creative and challenging. I liked the one on the Holocaust, but I kinda felt like I was more drawn to her ensemble rather than the actual main actor who was being judged; but then again, she came up with the choreographing and concept, so I guess she could be considered rather brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it did motivate me somewhat, it did make me feel slightly inferior. I still have a long way to go with my current Drama skills and slow idea-churning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm on the subject of Drama, Natalie's right. I think I'm turning to text-based first for my monologue. I have no inspiration despite many attempts, and we both agreed that we can't force inspiration, so there's no point risking a bland, half-hearted, piece. At least I've got that decision settled. Now I need to go retrieve my rubbish of a monologue from Miss Izrina and tell Mrs. Crothers and the teachers about my new decision. I really hope I can suddenly get inspired and pour words out onto sheets of paper with a fresh new take on the monologue this weekend, but text-based seems to be the only answer so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreading Drama, and that has certainly been a lousy feeling. Mama Looking For Her Cat, on the other hand, has been bearing more fruit lately, like a...horny tree? Hahaha okay crude, crude. But apt (: I'm dealing more with Mama's deeper side, and not treating her like a shallow abandoned crazed old woman with a cat and a fetish for talking to strange indian men, and not understanding each other. She's more than that, and I'll have to shed that layer of Mama-ness in me come the following week because Drama 'O' Levels filming is next week. Mama and I are planning a tiny private party where we get to know each other more, and none of the children are invited. (That was Mama blogging, she's a little resentful of you stinky cheese-eating, wine-slurping, rock-and-roll-studying, haybeehiam-throwing, shopping-crazed, letter-writing-refusing, cat-abusing, children.) &lt;strong&gt;I blame you for the mangled yarn ball of a cat, you naughty children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally met up with Sarah Wee Pei Ching, on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea with Arra and Kristen after Drama to meet Sarah who only reached at six plus, hotdogs and ice milo and ice lemon tea and chicken wings and chocolate mousse and coke and coffee. Strolled around Ikea purposefully (I must add, my feet were sore even beyond 2.4km-reason), we all bought stuff, except for Arra, for ended up going to TM for her gift. Went over to Giant, and saw Sarah (we did, we did!) opposite, so we all rushed down, and Arra waited at the Shuttlebus Pick-up point to go to tm, and ran around looking for Sarah who did not charge her phone (but "I'm Sarah!" always works, type your chosen swear word and what violence you would like to do to her) and found her after she called with a payphone. Went to meet Arra downstairs, and sat there talking till she left. Then we went up again, and talked for hours at some ideal room place, catching up till Kristen and Sarah laughed themselves off the random things Ikea create for us to place our butts on. I sat on the bed so I was safe (: Took pictures, and got some more stuff. I got hit, alot. Sarah has this fascination with &lt;em&gt;touching&lt;/em&gt; me. HAHA. And she kissed, quite alot. Withdrawal I think. Hahahahaha. Cabbed home tgt, and I reached home at about 8.30p.m. I missed that ass of a science lab parter so much I don't think I realised it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefects' Investiture yesterday (nice job prefects&amp;amp;sharifah):&lt;br /&gt;All I can say for myself is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Vice-President&lt;/s&gt; Vice-Principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAME THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VJ for Make-A-Child workshop, Swensens with Xinyun Huining Germaine Jelene Amelia Lam, before; hilarious lunch/workshop was disappointing, but my child came out blue-haired and I got to bus home with Jocelyn so (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhengy's off to his P5 NDP Full-Dressed Rehearsal, and I have the privacy to make his birthday present package (: I'm going to start on Literature, the mock test Mrs. Lim gave us yesterday was quite horribly-written I think, so character-analysis it is today. To Kill A Mockingbird is great, Harper Lee is genius, and Literature has always been one of my favourite subjects, and I wanna do well in it, not just need to, want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crosscountry/Zany Parade on Monday! Excitingggggg, heard no milovan this year though. Okay i am off (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will only hear these elegant crimes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall on your ears from criminal dimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They spill unfound from a pretty mouth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A falling out we won't tiptoe about/&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/18038434-1664630726453308765?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1664630726453308765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=1664630726453308765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1664630726453308765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1664630726453308765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey_19.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SIGfsrCR2gI/AAAAAAAAAco/536tZYzhuwU/s72-c/DSC04386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-670618330861852197</id><published>2008-07-16T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:57:05.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so draining I'm so sleepy I'm falling asleep on my keyboard like seriously 2.4km run should i retake for my A revising/talking to sexy during recess P.I. rehearsal till 6.45p.m. i am so tireeeeeeeeeeeed cannot sleep need to do monologue full monologue by tomorrow tell me how to finish wo yao shui jiao i am sleepy tired wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank word document, inject inspiration and caffeine into me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roses roses cold/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-670618330861852197?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/670618330861852197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=670618330861852197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/670618330861852197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/670618330861852197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey_16.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3439145519516836242</id><published>2008-07-15T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:30:24.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SHyOze4wL1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/4gaeNAlplc4/s1600-h/DSC04055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223206682958507858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SHyOze4wL1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/4gaeNAlplc4/s320/DSC04055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'O' Level Chinese Oral was horrible, JC and Poly, I was fumbling and trembling and generally messing up a chance to prevent myself from getting kicked out of Higher Chinese. Today was the Listening Comprehension section, I was initially pretty confident of my answers but after discussing, I realised ALOT of my answers are completely different from the other girls. Haha and I was so worried I would fall asleep during the broadcasting, but we slept for twenty minutes before it started listening to orchestra music being played from some radio station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busrides&amp;amp;Eighteen Chefs with Sharonlimyu-zhen and Jocelyn, Best (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been just doing interact stuff and sending emails to schools and watching youtube, and have not touched Mole Concept yet so I've gotta drag myself off soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to stick pictures from ILTC and airport study date up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIDAY, after school was good, except for the English essay Mdm. Amizah forgot to inform us about. Ngee Ann Primary, the boys were so cute and the girls are very very sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND ISAAC IS GRACE'S CUZ SO COOL RIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, today Drama was the most fruitless session in ages. I don't care whether I'm whining or not, but I need to get this out of my system. I'm feeling so drained and squeezed of ideas and originality and everything. I have no inspiration to produce a device piece with a original, creative, concept while writing a full monologue with ample dramatic heights for me to hit, and revolving around a theme that is close to my heart and I can relate to. I don't regret taking Drama, this is just one of those little pockets of doubt I get when I'm completely blank and have no mood for Drama and my head feels like it's about to explode inside, then burst and crumble from the outside like crushing a 5000 word puzzle bits into tiny crumbs of painted wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is such a meaningless post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sing it soft, make it slow/&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/18038434-3439145519516836242?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3439145519516836242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3439145519516836242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3439145519516836242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3439145519516836242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey_15.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SHyOze4wL1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/4gaeNAlplc4/s72-c/DSC04055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-5234341787558541670</id><published>2008-07-07T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:54:29.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from ILTC, Friday-Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;It was really good, buckets of fun (:&lt;br /&gt;Met plenty of amazingly nice people haha.&lt;br /&gt;Kristen, Joy, Jolene, Alice, Tiantian (:&lt;br /&gt;Funniest bananalicking, haha-so-funny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied with Sharonlimyu-zhen and Jocelyn at the airport today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely unprepared for Emaths CA tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i should go, and refrain from pressing the button to switch my deviously seductive slab of brilliantly intelligent metal and buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, again.&lt;br /&gt;Week 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I long for this mirrored perspective/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-5234341787558541670?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5234341787558541670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=5234341787558541670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5234341787558541670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5234341787558541670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-5840633301690438813</id><published>2008-06-29T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:32:44.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been an absolute &lt;em&gt;killer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm zipping to bathe again once I finish this entry (fast), because I just checked the timetable and all the assignments given are due tomorrow because there's Emaths, Amaths, Biology, Chemistry, on Even Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;Best?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to skip school tomorrow and hole myself up in my room catching up on undone hw and practising Chinese conversation and passage reading skills to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to check out the Starhub roadshow at Marina Square with Mummy Daddy and Zhengy today, but there was not enough time after we left Mummy's colleague's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter, Kate, is so cute! She's so soft and has such sweet cheeks and this gurgle that reduces you to a puddle of soppy melted coos and bright eyes that follow your every movement.&lt;br /&gt;7months and frighteningly clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's Drama session was productive, Mama thanks Crucible/OtherMama for giving us the whole session to work with Mrs. Crothers and sort our lights and music, and video which still didn't work but nevermind; Big smackers to Nat, Raj, Sakinah, Deepika, for handling our music and lights, Luv you lovely people to the edges of the Earth and beyond (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was considered pretty good, for a schoolday, because English was a free period spent playing Detective and Polar Bear with Xinyun, Rachel, Xiaonan, Dhaneesha, Jelene, Huining, Jiahui, Germaine. Legacy was being sabo-ed to be Vice-Sports Captain, &lt;em&gt;while &lt;/em&gt;sabo-ing Charu and Xinyun. Jungleeeee. AND WHAT MADE MY DAY WAS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The next two days would be the weekend (:&lt;br /&gt;2) We went to Ngee Ann Primary School for Regular Service, teaching Drama to Primary 4 kids who are &lt;strong&gt;sooooooooo cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;. (faints) Pre-pubescent boys are #1, they are so cute, they are at the eeeee-you-girl! stage, and it's so funny. They are all so HYPER and FULL OF ENERGY we all went home feeling all drained and i'm-15-how-old-is-that?! The girls matured faster, and they are so cheeky they make Zack and Cody seem...boring. HAHA. And I'm not saying that Zack and Cody aren't cheeky cos they are, just that those 10-year-olds are cheek&lt;em&gt;ier&lt;/em&gt;. I got distracted from Skander Keynes by this ex-schoolswimmer, ex-trackandfielder, current-tabletennisplayer boy who's gonna grow up breaking hearts. But then, I'd be a paedophile. Age gap: 5 years. When I'm 25, he's 20. That isn't so bad right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pause.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pause.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pause.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pause.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pause.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I FEEL LIKE A PAEDOPHILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Sexy and I sat at their school acting like paedophiles. But, we are certain, that we were merely tired; and we were so unclear in our thoughts we thought they were dwarfy Upper Secondary schoolboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nods head convincingly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent slumping about the house whining about the weather, using the comp, generally ignoring my assignments, but Mummy bought me the accessories and gladiator sandals that i've been looking for so there's A) comfort B) guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should work much, much, harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huayucool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring clips+breathmints on Tuesday. Cut nails on Monday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'm sleeping before twelve, or even one, tonight, at the rate I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Maths, Double Science, Huayu, HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Splash!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four little words just to get me along/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-5840633301690438813?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5840633301690438813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=5840633301690438813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5840633301690438813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5840633301690438813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey_29.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-5829096030650128039</id><published>2008-06-25T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:30:24.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SGJW3jB4MPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/H99pJ3ByTgE/s1600-h/skanderkeynes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215826830744367346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SGJW3jB4MPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/H99pJ3ByTgE/s320/skanderkeynes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So school started on Monday and it has all been rather tiring and I'm not yet accustomed to things like waking up early, late lunch, hot classrooms, drifting off to sleep, assignments and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.E. today made me depressed because 1) of Height&amp;amp;Weight (i strongly dislike that machine it's so advanced it made me shrink) 2) the realisation of how unfit i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite swimming daily during the holidays for two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving along, I should get down to the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I detest running why can't we swim instead. We've got a new pond in our school we should put it to good use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Sharonalicejoseph (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay off to emaths and hopefully maybe start on amaths tys due on friday whats wrong with the school i have three major tests next week, two involving 'O' Levels. Amaths, Drama, Chinese Oral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left my Biology textbook and some other book that I'm attempting to recall on 32 on the way to icecreamchefs anybody see them please return to me TKGS 3E1 THIRD FLOOR DUNMAN LANE PAYA LEBAR MRT TAKE BUS HERE NEAR SINGPOST PLEASE RETURN ME IF YOU SAW OKAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skander Keynes is unbelievably cute I can't stand it he turns me into such a fangirl i disgust myself =O But i must emphasise that Chronicles of Narnia is still my favourite fantasy series so far (: geniusssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss David Cook('s songs) hahaha okay i havent reached home early once so far Monday was Popular shopping with Sexy, i spent fifty bucks on two Chemistry, one Amaths, Emaths Casco 3B, guidebooks i like hahaha Casco saves lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall force myself to sleep before twelve tonight so I shall quickly go do my assignments Chemistry remedial was good today useful remedials make me satisfied like chocolates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and all around these golden beacons, i see nothing but black/&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/18038434-5829096030650128039?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5829096030650128039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=5829096030650128039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5829096030650128039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5829096030650128039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey_25.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SGJW3jB4MPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/H99pJ3ByTgE/s72-c/skanderkeynes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-6619885127984323523</id><published>2008-06-18T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:30:25.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SF5WHj6tqdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/aZ7WXsZ4oos/s1600-h/meabigailsharonjocelyn"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214700106442189266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SF5WHj6tqdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/aZ7WXsZ4oos/s320/meabigailsharonjocelyn" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very annoyed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Last day of the holidays, with just about as much completed before the holidays even started.&lt;br /&gt;Unaccomplished goals, stubborn bad habits, sleeping late, procrastinating, falling asleep while attempting to study Chemistry twice (once on the bed, the other on the table), and other things.&lt;br /&gt;OH, and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Yesss, I am very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna make sure I won't succumb to the ultimate temptation of the gloriously perfect TV world, or turning on the comp, before I actually complete what I aim to finish. I know this is the kinda thing people write about and tell themselves like before a holiday starts and your eyes are all bright and happy and full of hope and you jump about with buckets of energy and there's a spring to your every step and you determinedly fill out notebooks and pages and papers and foolscap sheets with plans and goals and study dates and outings and hw time and a timetable and party till the next day and the next and the next and the next...BUT NO THE HOLIDAYS ARE ENDING so i've mostly given up on being so motivated by smth like last year so I can either 1) be a flop OR 2) be a flop, smack self, and drill all pretend motivation into self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose 2 so that is why Im gonna stay awake in class and pay attention even if i dont want to and must go borrow the chopsticks Zhengy brought back from China and stick them in between my eyelids and dumb a tray of freshly hardened ice cubes down my uniform SO THERE HAH I SHALL BEAT THE EVIL SIDE OF ME WHOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with Sharonlimyu-zhen, Jocelyn Yow Mun Ling, Abigail Tan Teck Min (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sharon&amp;amp;Jocelyn at Simei mrt, where i was only a tiny bit late which admittedly is a big improvement (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up on the ride there, then decided to go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, like every time I go bowling @ Marina Square with Sharon, we buy socks that we always always forget to bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like every time we buy socks tgt, we decide on the same pair, and we bought the sweetest cutest baby blue toe socks in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bowled and amused ourselves by being incredibly happy over actually knocking some pins down, giggling at Jocelyn squealing, cheering, snorting at Jocelyn's random comments (That guy, yah that tall guy in red, his nose is sooooo sharp ohmygosh!), screaming when we got a spare or strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met Abigail, and decided after trips to toilets and up to buy movie tickets and going round&amp;amp;round the mall to find a place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted fastfood and I wasn't that hungry so we had KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon and Jocelyn met their primary school friends and then we went to take pictures while waiting for our film to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared popcorn with the other three/Coke with Jocelyn. I had to step in after they began fighting over the popcorn and held the box captive (yes me the responsible one tsk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian was them asking alot of questions, squealing, jeering, mocking the evil king, drooling, and agreeing that &lt;strong&gt;Skander Keynes is #1,&lt;/strong&gt; HANDSDOWNLEGSUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was not as good as Lion, Witch, and the Wardrobe despite being over two hours, hastily concluded, brief hints at flirting, a kiss that makes you go ?????, deprovement in acting, too little of Skander (HAHA OK BIAS), cute mice, hotter cast though (giggles and winks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Miranda who was in the same theatre after we came out and while we were walking to City Hall, it got incredibly packed like waiting to go to the canteen x 1000000 because of people crossing over to Suntec City for the PC Show, and it wasnt a very good experience, breathing the sweat of the people near you, Sharon was feeling faint, we kept losing Abigail, Jocelyn muttering at the man using his iPhone to take pictures of the crowd, the man in front of her snickering and laughing at her. Mrt ride back was whiny and tired and my heels were killing my feet and I had to walk to my grandma's house so I had a swollen toe for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay Sunday was buying our bikes and cycling on the park connector, swimming, dinner&amp;amp;caught Kung Fu Panda. Tiring but fun, I love my family (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this post was started days ago so Im completing it now. Slept at four last night after talking to Kristen who initially called me to remind me to sleep early HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my assignments are all undone and we're late for my cuz's 21st so I should go now the weather is horrible today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday now, third time continuing. Party was good yesterday, with forcing birthday boy to eat sashimi with a fat dollop of wasabi and laughing and pictures and bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow, half my assignments undone i've been in front of the comp doing benchmark tests the whole day and im so not ready for school. NOTE TO MYSELF IF I READ THIS AGAIN IN THE FUTURE: HI PLEASE DONT EVER LEAVE YOUR ASSIGNMENTS TO THE LAST MINUTE PLEASE DONT PROCRASTINATE OR IT'LL TURN BITCHY ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm guessing Supercalifragi-sexy, nothing to be playing with/&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/18038434-6619885127984323523?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6619885127984323523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=6619885127984323523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/6619885127984323523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/6619885127984323523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey_18.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SF5WHj6tqdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/aZ7WXsZ4oos/s72-c/meabigailsharonjocelyn' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-5903990288782323375</id><published>2008-06-11T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:45:10.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna dance around in my underwear screaming along to those superhardcore rock band songs (where you can't hear most of what they're singing) that i usually avoid, brimming with teenage angst and shaking my fist in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because school's starting in about a week or so and I'll break all the promises I so confidently made to myself on the last day of school with an entire month of holiday stretching out in front of me, and slip into the mode I was in, sleeping during lessons, copying assignments i don't bother about, sleeping at 2a.m., poor time management, procrastinating, getting bitchy, flunking tests, getting results, cry and regret, and the cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Myanmar's cyclone, and Sichuan's earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;And here we all are, sitting around complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to give myself the hugest fattest spanking and clean up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid empty promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-5903990288782323375?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5903990288782323375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=5903990288782323375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5903990288782323375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/5903990288782323375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wanna-dance-around-in-my-underwear.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3928330876623246933</id><published>2008-06-09T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:20:52.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 5.22p.m. on a Monday afternoon on the third week of the school holidays eating Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie pretending that it's Ice Cream Chefs'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untouched online tests + uncompleted revision/ unrealistic idol dramas + american TV shows with guilty contents + fantasy novels + daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronicles of Narnia &gt; Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am completely and absolutely bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with fantasy and happy endings, and their addictiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished half the tub of Chocolate Fudge Brownie, and I like the brownies better than cookie dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now my favourite flavour, but then again;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'mores lies unopened in my freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 6.17p.m. on a Monday evening on the third week of the school holidays, with just about nothing accomplished since 5.22p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like British accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I drown out all my sense with the sound of its beating/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-3928330876623246933?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3928330876623246933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3928330876623246933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3928330876623246933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3928330876623246933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-5.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-2121683159746482142</id><published>2008-06-07T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:33:27.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarissa; enjoy Koh Samui DO NOT SHOP THERE.&lt;br /&gt;Sharonalicejoseph; have tons of fun at youth camp okay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning, gushy mindless entry (:&lt;br /&gt;Because, Hello Im addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meteor Garden is forever &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; classic Chinese idol drama yesnowayright (claps) It has the hot male lead, cute (or not so, only some) supporting cast, poor little strong female lead, girl-gets-kidnapped-heroic-guy-saves-her-by-getting-beaten-up scene, super rich, super poor, leads fight alot with each other, other woman, evil mother (or other) that ruins their l&lt;em&gt;ooooo&lt;/em&gt;ve, "two different worlds" kinda speech, (add your own cliche).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always amuses me how he's so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; and she's so &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; but then im reduced to mush when he holds her so carefully/crushes her to him which contradict one another but who cares it's a mindless unrealistic drama that's all our secret guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO WE ALL GIVE IN TO GUILTY PLEASURES&lt;em&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW I FEEL SO GUILTY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;steal some covers share some skin/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-2121683159746482142?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2121683159746482142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=2121683159746482142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2121683159746482142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2121683159746482142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey_07.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-3149757562871307915</id><published>2008-06-06T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:55:05.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up in my grandma's clothes, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Took a lift&lt;br /&gt;2) Stood outside 7-11 waiting for Sexy to realise she needed a memory card&lt;br /&gt;3) Walked home to take my camera&lt;br /&gt;4) Stood at the crossroads for what felt like ten minutes standing still resisting the urge to stick my tongue out at the passer-bys who looked, faced forward, the staaaaared. (Don't blame them, though. I smiled at some of them and waved!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Sat on the flight of stairs in-between two escalators&lt;br /&gt;6) Acted frustrated in front of the bakery&lt;br /&gt;7) Took off the pants and passed them to Jeanna, standing in the top and fbts.&lt;br /&gt;8) Laughed at Jeanna outside the coffeeshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking out matching dresses in different colours with coloured skinnyjeans, laughing, pictures at Miss Izrina's fav place (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen Chefs was laughing, stupidmoments, dancing Jabberwockeez-style to Won't Go Home Without You and Apologize, plastic cups, Jeanna stealing my food, and a whole load of nonsense (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakae to meet Daddy and Zhengy, then slept till six-thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OKAY METEOR GARDEN IS SO SWEEEEEEET, IM ABOUT TO SWOON. How can he be so sweet hahahaha okay soft spot soft spot it's kinda like mike he and hebe hahahaha omg omg sweetness overload ok next episode's so excitinggggggg hahahahahahaha. HAHA i am such a sucker for dumn unrealistic dramas ohmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sleeping early (okay 12.49a.m.) so tomorrow's finishing Amaths quickly and jumping headfirst right into METEOR GARDEN YAY ok SEXY PLEASE FIND A DATE FOR OUR CHEENA DRAMA MARATHON YAY HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok but rebecca you need to save me from super sweet cheena shows like this and take me on gossip girl yay blake&amp;amp;penn are dating for real omg yesyesyesyes i forgot to blog about that and obama won hillary hahahaha yay i think ok should read newspaper yay swimming next week mustmust gdnight (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You say I'm not your type but I can make you sway/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-3149757562871307915?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3149757562871307915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=3149757562871307915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3149757562871307915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/3149757562871307915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey_06.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-8930524274312065618</id><published>2008-06-04T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:58:43.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(type and delete, type and deleteeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second week, accomplished nothing but a handful of Amaths questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread the late nights, early mrns, lack of motivation, daydreams, uncompleted assignments, falling asleep in school, inability to grasp concepts. (okay im getting distracted by the drama playing), will continue whining when i'm in a further grumpy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and im watching Meteor Garden again, HEEHEE IM A CHEENA ADDICT. i dont understand how can people hate chinese, even though its difficult but chinese dramas are nice wow hahahaha yay addict addict omg bitchy skinny girls hahaha its ok the hunks will break them apart whoooo hahaha ok not break ehhhhhh i miss mike he he smacks her ohmygosh he hit her hahahaha giggles miss mike he i havent finished watching hebemike cos i didnt want it to end ok shutup im rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two-day Drama Camp, makeup lights costumes camera tv soundmop (HAHA) macs kfc cup noodles laughing at each other's scarily real makeup Nabilah bursting in to compliment Mrs. Crothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - filming at school, laughing, Hildy's NGs (hildy i have ten over shots of you in my camera doing the same scene and ending up laughing over and over again hahaha), busride to bugis with amanda, meeting sharon late (oops), v8 for lunch, dropping knife, gossiping, talking, giggling, national library to study, mediacorp childrens' show filming, sneaking past, in and out frustrated no space at study lounge (EH STUDY LOUNGE SO SMALL) settled on the floor at the exhibition, kids running up and down, weird girl "excuse me" jumping, half a maths question before getting chased out, shopping, bought underwear at topshop, mrt to simei (yesss sharon, burger king good old eastpoint still best), studied till about 6plus-7, home, dinner (grandpa's noodles #1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Daddy and Zhengy watched a midnight film, Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, Mummy and I went to Expo for Robinsons' sale. There wasn't anything worth spending on and we walked home (: Sunday was Raffles City/Paya Lebar, shopping, Lido for private screening of Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Our row, which included the likes of Maggie Goh, Rotarian, Mrs. Chia, Mdm. Maggie Goh, screamed and laughed so loudly people turned to stare, but i doubt the above mentioned actually did what we did =O&lt;br /&gt;I contented myself with staring at Shia Labeouf; kristen jaslyn amanda alice and i all were completely lost - the plot was ??????&lt;br /&gt;Supper, Macs+Kfc.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Mummy Zhengy came and gave them a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, met Kristen at Tanah Merah to see Alice off at the airport. Sat at Burgerking talking to her and her two other Vietnamese friends, who were really nice (:&lt;br /&gt;Hugged and waved, then T3 to study, Mrs. Fields cookies/Kristen's papaya soya bean, after a period of restless fidget-studying decided to go over to Kristen's house to study, comics amaths chemistry timetables hotpink hoodie yellow balloon baby mummy daddy zhengy came to pick me up, grandma's house, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four hours of Meteor Garden+Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT STUDY WITH SEXY SMELLY.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My fingers trace your every outline, yeah/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-8930524274312065618?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8930524274312065618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=8930524274312065618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8930524274312065618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/8930524274312065618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey_04.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-7399274594475745850</id><published>2008-06-03T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:30:25.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated for a pretty long time, but firstly - Birthdays (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Tay Boon Luan.&lt;br /&gt;1st June (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Im so super grateful that you were born, because you are the only person who can be so &lt;em&gt;ler-ame&lt;/em&gt;, so spazzy, so smart yet so dumb, so funny, so sweet, and so easy to talk to, all smashed and rolled tgt like a mix-in at Ice Cream Chefs'. You are one gay, gay, girl. For further dedication, please refer to your exactly one-minute past your birthday msg (that i hope remains undeleted hahahaha). Heart you, spasticpartner (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SEVsC5dl9mI/AAAAAAAAAb4/hypQ7wPSo-A/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207687341164328546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SEVsC5dl9mI/AAAAAAAAAb4/hypQ7wPSo-A/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arra Heloise.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Seventeenth, sexy scandal.&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been talking much, have we, apart from occasional bumps at the corridors' or pre-mrn assembly.&lt;br /&gt;Our kindergarten visits and fishing trips, remain untouched =O&lt;br /&gt;(I know, impossible right?!)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;You biiiiiiig bimbo who gives equally huuuuuge hugs, we need to catchup, and celebrate your big one+seven, with movies, loads of JNs, and cans of peaches, complete with ice.&lt;br /&gt;Cold canned peaches are your #1 soft spots, remind me to pass that top-secret information along to your future sure-to-be-with-beautiful(in arra's terms)-eyes bf.&lt;br /&gt;Luv you Arra (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(the most recent picture of you has only your sideview.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SEVsDJdl9nI/AAAAAAAAAcA/3d-sqZCOdgM/s1600-h/DSC01617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207687345459295858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SEVsDJdl9nI/AAAAAAAAAcA/3d-sqZCOdgM/s320/DSC01617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Loh Seow Shi (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;You crazy obsessive girl.&lt;br /&gt;My #1 whining partner.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody whines about how hot the weather is as well as we do right!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great birthday, and enjoyed The Click Five.&lt;br /&gt;(draws a heart)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207959865429194370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SEZj55dl9oI/AAAAAAAAAcI/GkBNQYY7yD8/s320/DSC02410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Up are the birthday dedications, blogging about other things another time, im sleeping early! HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Take A Bow by Rihanna's great, it erases Don't Stop The Music from my mind. And it doesn't go take a bow, ow, ow, ow, ow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHA, i crack myself up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But you put on quite a show, you really had me going/&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/18038434-7399274594475745850?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7399274594475745850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=7399274594475745850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7399274594475745850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7399274594475745850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SEVsC5dl9mI/AAAAAAAAAb4/hypQ7wPSo-A/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-7844449943029571187</id><published>2008-05-27T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:29:59.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry supplementary at seven-thirty tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Drama - day before final filming and ending of Mama Looking For Her Cat.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous, anxious, throw in all that butterflies and gurgling stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bend it like &lt;s&gt;Beckham&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mama&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. (please pump fist in air and yell like a cheerleader)&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on. (Geddit! Cheerleader/B&lt;em&gt;rrrrr&lt;/em&gt;ing it?/Film?)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. (nervous laughter)&lt;br /&gt;Final rehearsals tomorrow. (pretends to be ready and all hyped up)&lt;br /&gt;YEAHBABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First kiss and I knew you changed the game/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-7844449943029571187?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7844449943029571187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=7844449943029571187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7844449943029571187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/7844449943029571187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey_27.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-6828112869904948548</id><published>2008-05-26T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:56:16.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June Holidays 2008 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday/ last day of school, operation clean-up, jocelyn sharon abigail rushing me, unlimited hugs, sarcastic "&lt;em&gt;zing go hug that pillar you haven't hugged that one yet&lt;/em&gt;"s (they think it's funny, shh, don't spoil their fun), relentless whining with seowshi about the weather, "&lt;em&gt;omg it's so hoooooot&lt;/em&gt;", making noise on the bus, talking, laughing, screaming, embarrassing sharon, waffles&amp;amp;ice-cream for lunch, toilet breaks, walk to busstop, [&lt;em&gt;I've missed their company alot, I'm determined to spend more time with them this holiday (: Crazy sweet bunch of girls ever okplease. Clashing after-school schedules. Need to catchup with sharonlimyu-zhen.], &lt;/em&gt;waited for bus to mrt with megan, then huining, huining alighted, amandasng got up, talked till the station, home, bathed, school with mummy and daddy, PARENT-TEACHER CONFERENCE, wait, talks, smiles, waves, ms. ho, i love my parents, ms. ho was nice, she had a donut and milo packet i bet sharonalicejoseph was super jealous HAHA crazycute milo obsession, grandma's house, dinner, airport, anxious waiting, met charmaine&amp;amp;jiaxin whose siblings went to nanjing too!, hugs and gushing, compulsive waving, jumping onto &lt;strong&gt;ZHENGY WHEN HE CAME OUT&lt;/strong&gt;, sweaty hugs, beams, talk with his friend, waited for friend's mum, swensens, watching videos, scrolling through pictures, stomach full to bursting, home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday/ lie-in, breakfast, TV at home, kfc for late lunch, home, thomson for disappointing dinner, maxwell for coconuts, night drive, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday/ wokeup latelate again, breakfast, reservations, zhengy's classes, brought him out early to meet reservation time, suntec city for kuishin-bo, buffet pretty okay, nothing much, jumping up and running when the &lt;em&gt;ding-dong!&lt;/em&gt; sounded, good family time, toysrus, playing with ribbons and elmo and hulahoops and pokemon, zhengy bought his toy, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester has been insanely hectic, i'm gonna write a list of people i've neglected to spend time with and catchup with them, because they are the loveliest most important people i know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm checking out phones on the Internet, and so far nothing has caught my fancy yet because everything's so boring and similar. I don't mind sticking with my current one till I find one that I really want. I want the hot pink iLuv earphones to replace my spoilt white Apple ones. I wanna go shopping. (snaps fingers) No wonder the whiny mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, i miss sharonalicejoseph's milo whines, the content (and silence i get) look when she's drinking her bright green packet, her shrieking, her opening of dustbin with her foot. Our recesses are so classic please, our dessert (fruits/drink) a staple. Her "OMG HER ____ ARE SO SCARY" followed by the widening of her own not-so-tiny eyes which is such irony dont you think SHARON SHOULD STAND IN FRONT OF A MIRROR AND GLARE AT HERSELF UNTIL SHE'S IMMUNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths for me now, i can't wait till David Cook (and maybe Archuleta) produces an album, don't you think Jason Castro is cute despite his less-than-talented-compared-to-David's singing OMG I THINK SO TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excessive use of Caps aside, i love Zhengy, im glad his back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;An angel girl with an upturned face/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-6828112869904948548?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6828112869904948548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=6828112869904948548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/6828112869904948548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/6828112869904948548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey_26.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-1000062653278812022</id><published>2008-05-23T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:30:25.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SDWaN5dl9KI/AAAAAAAAAYc/b8R_Q7Nvcss/s1600-h/david+cook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203234508050396322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SDWaN5dl9KI/AAAAAAAAAYc/b8R_Q7Nvcss/s320/david+cook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Cook wins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Archuleta was amazing in the finale, but I got Cook-ed. HAHA. Cooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acres and acres of talent (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am, tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parent-Teacher tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keeps the stars coming/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18038434-1000062653278812022?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1000062653278812022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=1000062653278812022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1000062653278812022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1000062653278812022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey_23.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hsQnltj5e4/SDWaN5dl9KI/AAAAAAAAAYc/b8R_Q7Nvcss/s72-c/david+cook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-4439316525163268387</id><published>2008-05-19T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:14:17.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are horrible, dreading PTM on friday, looking forward to Zhengy back on friday, sent Zhengy to airport at 5a.m., sleeping in HMT, installation on friday, rushing, tie-tying, frustrated, stressed, hugs, lights, sounds, awkward silence, panicking, break, rehearsal, video, embarrassing dedications, calming kristen, changing, dance, screaming, laughing, hugging, mass dance, loud music, vigorous dancing, crazy crazy, wild flying limbs, saturday, sleep, eat, watch tv, american idol season marathon, DAVID COOK DAVID ARCHULETA DAVID COOK DAVID ARCHULETA DAVID (SEXY) COOK, DAVID COOK!, sleep, eat, tv, read, sleep, sunday, sleep, more american idol, amanda's place for filming, jiahui runs fast, orchard with daddy, pepper lunch, home, tv, sleep, today, Vesak Day, suntec city, indonesian food, new laptop! (: ,roaming, tea(?), dinner, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did absolutely nothing this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad rush for Bio worksheets, scribbling on HMT worksheet, Amaths (question mark).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so behind on either Maths subject, I'm &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; close to giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR MORE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation, &lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm with Cook (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the award for the best liar goes to you/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-4439316525163268387?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4439316525163268387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=4439316525163268387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4439316525163268387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/4439316525163268387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey_19.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-9102430853927817955</id><published>2008-05-12T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:12:15.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mummy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-9102430853927817955?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/9102430853927817955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=9102430853927817955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/9102430853927817955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/9102430853927817955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-i-love-you-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-1061706438657148741</id><published>2008-05-09T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:35:32.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Regret, on repeat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmt and English papers back today, I was &gt;disappointed with myself, to the point of disgust really hate hate hate hate hate awful word lowest for compo ever since, forever messup messup summary pulled down tried listening still dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;If i messed up English so bad, I don't want to see my other subjects refusal rejection denial disappointmentsucks gross hate zhuAHYWIauZIAUWSNA.&lt;br /&gt;Spotted Mdm Seah walking back to school with Ms Ho, both looking happy and smiling and chatting away, holding umbrellas to shelter them. SO CUTE, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Kristen, thankyou for letting me vent on your paper/making me laugh&amp;amp;forget at Macs/throw pieces of nuggets at each other/watch silly chick flicks.&lt;br /&gt;On a light light light light lighter note, I liked What Happens In Vegas ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;The beginning was boring but it got funny and sweet and cheesy and watching Ashton Kutcher get hot three-quarters through (HAIR!) was nice and they had great chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic comedies leave me all gushing and sighing and everything and it took my mind off the above rubbish so that's, good.&lt;br /&gt;9th May 2008 is ending soon.&lt;br /&gt;No more _____ing (:&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou Sharonlimyu-zhen for your virtual support and your dumb dry ways (:&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll study my hardest ever from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Even though i wanna succumb to Gossip Girl/Laguna Beach marathons)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Too much.&lt;br /&gt;No more depressed flashes and zibaoziqi-ing, really.&lt;br /&gt;David Cook's the magic balm, David Archuleta is the special candy bar. magic fairies goblins dwarves disney angels.&lt;br /&gt;GET DRUNK ON WATER, IT'S LEGAL.&lt;br /&gt;Or, alternatively, ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Now i tell myself: "I love English and Higher Chinese" before going off.&lt;br /&gt;Joy's house tomorrow+Macs breakfast to practise.&lt;br /&gt;Sweat and grime (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRAMA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do not pick/shift the taped markings on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;2) Inform Kristen, Jeanna, Chaitali, Clarissa, Sharonalicejoseph, or ME if you spot four bags of clothing ranging from silk ties to loud-printed grandma clothes to a manly shirt to a policeman's top.&lt;br /&gt;Involves our 'O' Levels piece, please be considerate. It's not very amusing if somebody bashes your calculator minutes before your Amaths/Emaths paper and your only choice left is to take a bus to Singpost to buy one from Popular, right? RIGHT. (this is the only answer available)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kinda could have ignored the ranting part because it wouldn't make much sense it is afterall a rant but YOU DO NOT IGNORE THE CHUNK UNDER DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You make me want to take you out and let it rain/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-1061706438657148741?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1061706438657148741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=1061706438657148741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1061706438657148741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/1061706438657148741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey_09.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18038434.post-2839342394745007843</id><published>2008-05-06T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:41:02.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was productive today.&lt;br /&gt;That's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the markings on the floor for our lighting cues are all messed up.&lt;br /&gt;So please, do not, scratch/pull/cut/takeoff/whichever our markings.&lt;br /&gt;They are yellow! (So Xinyun will be angry if you destroy yellow things because she likes yellow hahahahahah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arab Street for foilage materials then Out with Amanda Snggggg! on Saturday, family dinner for Mother's Day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three rehearsals left till Full-Dressed Rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;Four rehearsals left till the filming of our first Drama 'O' Level piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group needed the wakeup call, we still do.&lt;br /&gt;We deserve what harsh comments and whiplashes and biting insults and bitter passes at our group's performance Mrs. Crothers threw/will be throwing at us, because we are lagging behind.&lt;br /&gt;We'll accept it (:&lt;br /&gt;Go Mama (Looking for The Cat)!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream Chefs' with Kristen after Drama.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to spend time with Sexy after so long.&lt;br /&gt;Conversations were...&lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I heart you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like good ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;FREE MIX-INS TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;Hhaahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are coming back.&lt;br /&gt;(!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna start studying, im serious (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll keep tossing rocks at your window/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18038434-2839342394745007843?l=classic-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2839342394745007843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18038434&amp;postID=2839342394745007843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2839342394745007843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18038434/posts/default/2839342394745007843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classic-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey_06.html' title=''/><author><name>z.i.n.g</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
