<?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-12232014</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:39:46.539+08:00</updated><category term='Darned tests'/><category term='mish mash with a bit of this that'/><category term='influenza nonsense'/><category term='the ironic happy fruit.'/><category term='never.'/><category term='flu flu go away come again...well'/><category term='bad fall into the drain.'/><category term='Blogger is stupid.'/><title type='text'>STICKAROOO&lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>501</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-6131354670762544988</id><published>2007-06-22T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:53:11.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay lovelings, SZE-ERN IS VERY FINE. You all were referring to the very old post about ballet exam i can tell. I'M VERY MUCHLY FINE ALREADY. (I should be! It's been 0123456789 years since that post). But i feel so loved, thank you for the concern. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUBDUBS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: i haven't been replying the tags cos i can't access my own TB. It says: 403 Forbidden. SORRY! So i haven't been deliberately ignoring your tags. I just couldn't see them. (Thank you Butt and BH for being my informants).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-6131354670762544988?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6131354670762544988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=6131354670762544988&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/6131354670762544988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/6131354670762544988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-lovelings-sze-ern-is-very-fine.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-575948709433773985</id><published>2007-06-21T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T09:50:55.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;OMGEDS THIS SITE IS SO ABANDONED AND FORLON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry Stickarooo, LJ seems to be working out better for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-575948709433773985?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/575948709433773985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=575948709433773985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/575948709433773985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/575948709433773985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/06/omgeds-this-site-is-so-abandoned-and.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-63360184871862670</id><published>2007-04-20T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:40:35.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been such a hectic week. I'm glad the crazy has died down. Yes i know it's only Friday, but i have faith that i wouldn't be worked during the weekend. (Crosses fingers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem was great. I did the worksheets on Mole all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Chink was sad and dull.&lt;br /&gt;I could analyse the Lit poem good today. I surprise myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get infatuated with Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;English was the same. But i hope Mdm Low's not discouraged. :)&lt;br /&gt;Emaths was really chaotic. It always is on Fridays cos a whole chunk of us have to leave for chapel. The band and the councillors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got stuck doing the English test that took forever. Mdm Low didn't let Emma talk to me when all i was left with was 2 minutes! Then we talked to her about Huan Zhu Ge Ge's educational content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided that we had too much time on our hands, GraceD Yuenny Fel and Emma walked me to the primary school to get my phone from Mom. She brought up the Mrs Lim incident again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed BBT and walked to GD's house. Her brother's got a dirty little secret! SHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chionged(well, not exactly. We took the bus. It was only one stop. I know we can be stupid sometimes but RAR.) to the stadium and realised we were rather early. Hung around for a while before going to warm up and start our heats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma! Don't be sad no more yes? You did great. I saw you from the other side of the tracks. You make me proud. And it wouldn't matter if you dragged our team down or whatsoever cos we stick as a class as a team and we don't blame others cos we love each other. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-ed back with Jo and then watched the Tyra show with Mom. I like Rami somethings spring collection. Someday, i'm gonna be a rich tai tai and afford all the couture gowns i ever wanted. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-63360184871862670?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/63360184871862670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=63360184871862670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/63360184871862670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/63360184871862670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-such-hectic-week.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-443087985162634528</id><published>2007-04-19T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:19:20.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time i've felt this nervous during a ballet exam. When Sian hugged me, i was on the verge of bursting into tears. But i held back cos i couldn't possibly enter the studio with puffy eyes and ruldof's nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came out, again i held back my tears cos there were so many people in the prep room and it would be darn too embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while, i secretly reproached myself. I danced miserably. Very miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A big heart to those who wished me all the best. Whether you shouted or whispered it, whether you gave me a hug or a smack or an encouraging thumbs up, thank you, from the bottom of my heart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What GraceD told me this morning hit me hard. I never knew. I never knew that i would see this in somebody i trusted and looked up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me that's going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's been in such a mess lately. And sadly, i'm entangled too. I'm exhausted. I don't dare think how things will go on in subsequently. I was and still am disappointed. I would give anything to reverse time and play it again. Differently this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want LJ to work so i can do a private post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to cry. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-443087985162634528?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/443087985162634528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=443087985162634528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/443087985162634528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/443087985162634528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-fallen.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-8495064396876145307</id><published>2007-04-18T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:59:12.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The drama enfolded before my very own eyes. I felt so sad. I really did. Not that i got the presidency position. But a sense of injustice. By saying this, i am in no way saying that the people who got elected into the 2007 office did not deserve it. Everyone did well, i was so proud of them. But i felt Yuenny's pain. Imagine giving your all for the council, but the thing is that they don't see the effort she put in. All the tears and sweat. She deserved a position. But like i told Fahmi, i will tell her. If one is a true leader, he/she wouldn't need a position to prove that to everyone. Through daily duties and tasks, people will be able to see what calibre you are of. Yu'En, everything happens for a purpose. You yourself told me that. Take things in your stride. Who's to say that in the future, you aren't gonna be able to excel? Call me if there's anything you wanna talk about yeah? &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's all to God's glory that i got elected as the next president. I hope i will be able to live up to my predecessors(AHAHAHA. Mark, Joseph, Amos) and bring the council to greater heights. And oh, of course, practice opening the council door more often. I bet i sounded stupid when i said that. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the ExCo of 2007/2008 will be able to work beautifully together and make council so irresistable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go study now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. I wanted some relaxation. Is it me or is the weather getting warmer and warmer? Seriously! I just sat at my desk so mug and i came out of my room looking as if i just ran 2.4km. GLOBAL WARMING CRUD. Rar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, after much hullabaloo, the few of us(pure hist. students) finally sorted out the SEQ/SBQ thing. Aldrich owes me big time! He disrupted me and made me help him sms Hemant for some random thing. And i've been distracted by the computer ever since. Thank goodness i already finished my SS essay and Emath homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW'S SZE-ERN'S BALLET EXAM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She's feeling the jitters now. She's wearing her ballet soft shoes for don't know what reason and her 'cancer' is coming back. She has no mood to sit down and study for the History and Emaths tests tomorrow. Please pray for her. Pray that she'll just dance for the glory of God. Pray that whatever the outcome, she will accept it, knowing that it's all part of God's plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything goes on well tomorrow! Got to remind Mrs Lim about my tights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'll be off now. I have to mug the rest of History and then brush teeth and then QT and then toss and turn in bed for the second night in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead a sad no-life life. It's been long since i last visited the zoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-8495064396876145307?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8495064396876145307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=8495064396876145307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8495064396876145307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8495064396876145307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/04/drama-enfolded-before-my-very-own-eyes.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-346916921663250069</id><published>2007-04-17T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:09:54.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pain's eased off. Thank you to all who prayed for my recovery. I feel so much better after taking an hour's nap. I was supposed to be studying though. So now, guilt has taken over agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I lubx Emma's letter and apparently, i was supposed to cry. Like be touched. But i was more of tickled. Anyways, you made my day! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll be off now to edit(for the gazillionth time) my speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we were allowed to do a song and dance. Or even act. I wouldn't mind, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toods loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-346916921663250069?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/346916921663250069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=346916921663250069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/346916921663250069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/346916921663250069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/04/pains-eased-off.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-698386814047715709</id><published>2007-04-17T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T15:14:07.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Veronica Mars! Thank God she's on channel 5. If i were to come home right after school each day, it'd be kudos to her. :) I HEARTS VERONICA MARS. And Duncan Kane should go eat his hair. RAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those days where Sze-Ern feels v v v loved. Friends are just so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Sze-Ern got the appendicitis scare today. Her tummy hurt a whole great deal. When Aldrich and Joel asked what happened, she jokingly commented that she's suffering from kidney failure, only to meet with their disbelieving faces. HAHAHA. But it really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to thank Emma BH GraceD Jo DanielChia Moses Joel Aldrich and all the others who took time to ask whether i was alright. They're all so sweet that i might just be suffering from diabetes instead. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I might have cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So brace yourselves. HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the pain eases by tomorrow, or i'll have to deliver my speech via the teacher advisor's phone placed in front of a mic with me on loudspeaker, talking from the conforts of my room, without having to face the nerve-wrecking crowd of the student council body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'll be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye now, i wanna see what VM has up her sleeves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-698386814047715709?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/698386814047715709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=698386814047715709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/698386814047715709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/698386814047715709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/04/veronica-mars-thank-god-shes-on-channel.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-443635023338690873</id><published>2007-04-13T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T12:18:06.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 hours of school. Plus an hour of gallivanting with Fel Yuenny Fahmi Fi and Jo. is enough to salvage my already v serious no-life sickness. I'm sad. Emma BH and the rest are going to the watermelon playground while i'm at home facing Martha Stewart on channel 5. I have to be back in school in full uniform at 2.20pm later and i'm so afraid that if i nap, i'll wake up an hour after i'm supposed to(which happens 9 out of 10 times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. FIONA HAS SO KIDLY OFFERED TO CALL ME AND WAKE ME UP FROM MY SLUMBER. SCHWEETS i lubx chewx. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not replying me. Has she forgotten? I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes, Chem SPA was pretty. But maybe the lab partner wasn't. Toopid Tiara. Doubts my sincerity of words and always thinks i'm being sarcastic even though i am very obviously not that kind of person. DUH. But i reeeally like her band's name. Andrea's Statement. SWANKY. Mr B thought i was interesting/wierd/cute cos i wrote Emma her reply letter on a piece of high-class toiletpaper(rar GID). Choose one from the 3 options above cos i can't remember exactly which word he used. The main point is, i'm coolstuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there's something that's bugging me big time. Off to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-443635023338690873?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/443635023338690873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=443635023338690873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/443635023338690873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/443635023338690873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-hours-of-school.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-935491361884047127</id><published>2007-04-11T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:53:24.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging here cos i can't access my LJ account. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA MARS IN ON CHANNEL 5 NOW. I hearts Veronica Mars. Paris Hilton's guest starring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. I finally know why i was so pissed at really crazy insignificant things today. AUNTY came. So i apologise if i snapped at you and seemed like i was gonna bite your head off. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-935491361884047127?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/935491361884047127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=935491361884047127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/935491361884047127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/935491361884047127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-blogging-here-cos-i-cant-access-my.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-5944551296178438038</id><published>2007-03-24T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:51:30.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look out your window and you might just see a pig fly by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally here blogging after a week posting at my LJ. It was a good experience. I am contemplating staying there and leaving this stagnant. BUT! The thing is, alot of people are becoming passive readers. They read my LJ and then leave without commenting. Which is kinda saddening cos my LJ would then seem so dead and unknown. :( *Sze-ern is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise i'll update Stickarooo. But that's once in a while. So since i promised you, you promise me you'll tag and keep this wreck alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much much much love(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-5944551296178438038?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5944551296178438038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=5944551296178438038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5944551296178438038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5944551296178438038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/look-out-your-window-and-you-might-just.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-1499291096089799528</id><published>2007-03-16T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:45:37.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attention everyone, i have created my LJ account. It's really bare with nothingness so please excuse it for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be using stickarooo.blogspot cos i can't bear to close it down after so long of blogging in this dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://szeeeeeern.livejournal.com"&gt;http://szeeeeeern.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-1499291096089799528?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1499291096089799528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=1499291096089799528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1499291096089799528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1499291096089799528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/attention-everyone-i-have-created-my-lj.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-6020616464873283188</id><published>2007-03-15T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:30:34.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My whole body is cramping up and i'm starting to go into a series of spasms with a side dish of migranes. I guess the're catching. Cos i caught em from GraceD i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh me oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summer came like cinnamon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sweet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-6020616464873283188?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6020616464873283188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=6020616464873283188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/6020616464873283188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/6020616464873283188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-whole-body-is-cramping-up-and-im.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-6136508920213577598</id><published>2007-03-15T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:55:47.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A warm bath and some ME time was really super shiok. Well deserved after all that mad rush of activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the VERY many months(since November) of trainings.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the 24(and counting) hours we've crammed in this Monday to Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the sunburns and stinging faces.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the turning very unsightly shades of tan.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the stinkorama in the toilets after practices.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the Carol-can-you-stop-giving-us-the-hentak-command expressions and reactions.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the tough stamina built up since then.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the treats(both mini and huge) we've benefitted.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the teh-ings to get off early for lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the KFC meals that were crazy fun.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the SEMULAS that frankly got on my nerves(snigger).&lt;br /&gt;Of all the staying stationary and doing arm swings, having unglam pictures taken by Mr Law.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the closing prayers that were simple but very well put.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the 'creativity' that we incorporated into our Creative Drill.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the &lt;em&gt;'of all the'&lt;/em&gt;s...&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed this process. Seeing us graduate(or maybe not) and go up another rung of the ladder, seeing us bond in the most unexpected ways, seeing us laugh at each other's seriously embarrassing moments, seeing us murmur and alert each other of a wrong command, seeing us chionging to polish our boots for inspection, seeing us share kiwi and share a pathetic piece of cloth, seeing us encourage and build each other up, i really felt the love and team spirit so alive and happening within this contingent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all in God's hands now. We've let Him take the wheel. Well, there's so much we can do, and there's SO MUCH He can do. I'm sure He's aware of what we deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the drill contingent: Please rest well and replenish your energy. I promise the Hentak timing will be slower. HAHAHA. Drink up plenty and don't fret anymore over our format. Everything's gonna be fine, especially with God spearheading. &lt;333!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the super chao ta-ed contingent commander CAROL LIM: Rest your throat and i'll be praying that that sexy manly voice of yours won't be a permanent thing. After this competetion, please don't go out suntanning anymore la huh. Later i really cannot recognise you then you cry ah. &lt;333!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-6136508920213577598?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6136508920213577598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=6136508920213577598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/6136508920213577598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/6136508920213577598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/warm-bath-and-some-me-time-was-really.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-1925990253896681752</id><published>2007-03-13T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:11:57.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got obscene shades of tans on my skin. And we stank up the whole toilet. Trust me, you would want to stay as far as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin: &lt;em&gt;-turns around and sniffs air suspiciously.&lt;/em&gt; I THINK I SMELL SOMETHING SMELLY.&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin: &lt;em&gt;-pauses to think.&lt;/em&gt; I THINK IT'S US.&lt;br /&gt;Us: &lt;em&gt;-Roaring with laughter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BH and i: SHERWIN AH SHERWIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it. I never knew this side of that prettylicious girl till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out how livejournal actually works. Yes, i'm intending to switch and i'm doing something about it now(: HAHAHA. I hope this LJ thing works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Somehow i felt that today, everyone already knew the rumour. And that they were speaking to me with judgement and disapprovement in their eyes. I couldn't help but think that people area ALREADY casting disappointed glances in MY direction. Giving me no chance to justify myself. See how this is getting so tangled up? If only the culprits knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go untangle the whole LJ mess. But eh? RG says she is willing to help me out with Xanga. So i may venture there. Indecisiveness has taken to a whole new level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-1925990253896681752?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1925990253896681752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=1925990253896681752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1925990253896681752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1925990253896681752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-got-obscene-shades-of-tans-on-my.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-8500543039720867729</id><published>2007-03-11T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:31:39.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ironic happy fruit.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lemme introuduce some highly eccentric phsycadelic attempt at being cute and perky gone wrong but yet at the same time, so spellbinding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YQmkDDCyXQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YQmkDDCyXQ&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's honestly fashion faux pas unlimited at it's very finest. Creme de la creme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, however appallingly annoying the video was, it cheered me up. Yes it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, church was very uh. I was trying so hard not to drift off into slumber. Which was such a challenge cos i stayed up real late last night talking to Emma and then lying in bed stoning. Mommy was being childish! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Debs to tell me her story of her day out with my cousin. Boring unlimited. HAHAHA. Well, i guess it's kinda like a i-am-so-hopelessly-boring-i-bore-myself disease people over the age of 16 suffer from. HEEEEEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet today was good. My stamina has reached a whole new level. Praise God. I needed that stamina so so badly. I'm so sad i can't go for the HipHop&amp;Salsa workshop this wednesday. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned how gross low quality(or maybe even no quality) chocolate is? It gets on my nerves! The kinds where they state there's fruit and nut inside and the whole bar has nothing but expired milk chocolate. Two dots and a convex curve(light source from the right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off now. Scooby's waiting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-8500543039720867729?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8500543039720867729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=8500543039720867729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8500543039720867729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8500543039720867729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/lemme-introuduce-some-highly-eccentric.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-1075120402299528340</id><published>2007-03-11T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:41:54.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'Rumours affect. No matter how much you say you're impervious to them, as long as you have a social life, they do have a degree of damage to you. It is clever to create an untrue fact and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;spread it around to damage the another's reputation,  hurt someone's feelings.'&lt;/em&gt; -whoever Emma quoted in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TRUE. It's really disturbing. And i'm highly affected if you must know. The flurry of emotions that blew into my mind when * told me what was going on was just a killer(thanks a million for telling, dude). Thank goodness Sian and Fel were online as well. They suggested i call Emma and tell her. Let her hear it straight from me rather than from the (very soon to be) distorted rumours. It turned out tons better than what i expected. In actual fact, i was anticipating horror of a lost friendship. Once again, thank you God, my never failing bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i'm really peeved and crummy(at the same time) about is that the main people involved in this nonsensemajiggy happens to be people i know. Ohmy quack, was that a shock when * told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, thanks for believing in me, those whom i talked to. I guess this is the part where they'd say worthy friends share weal and woe. AND, i've come to the realisation that there ARE actually people right in my midst who are vicious. (about time i realised huh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever who started this whole hulabaloo of a mess: I really hope you do know what hurt you're causing all of us. It's very saddening to come to know that YOU'RE the ones who are preying on us. I'm hopelessly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, i want to chop chop close this sad chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-1075120402299528340?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1075120402299528340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=1075120402299528340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1075120402299528340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1075120402299528340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/rumours-affect.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-6959838429596221476</id><published>2007-03-10T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:49:21.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The darling parents are gonna bring me out for dinner tonight after ballet! (They're darlings when i get what i want from them. Well, let's face it, i'm annoyingly materialistic). It's been so long since they last did. The brothers are both at BB camp. So the house is exceptionally peaceful. Ah serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason behind the dinner trip is because of my results. They're equally happy. Esp daddy. He feels that i deserve the treat because i coped so well with my results despite being kaypo-ly(mommy's word) involved in a thousand and one other nonsense(okay, maybe not) things. He should've seen my troubles and whatever nonsense i bombarded on my poor blog. But i must say that all glory goes to my Daddy God. Seriously, i didn't deserve the grades. Once again, it's proven that my Daddy God loves me SUPER ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles now. I have to be gone for ballet! Be back later since there's no one to fight over with for the computer(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-6959838429596221476?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6959838429596221476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=6959838429596221476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/6959838429596221476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/6959838429596221476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/darling-parents-are-gonna-bring-me-out.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-3811830971986367996</id><published>2007-03-09T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:46:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there's one thing i can't stand, is having last minute responsibilities thrown at me. I know it's ironical since i myself may be advocating last minuteness. But this is getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last minute decision of my new posting to LogsI/C because the original I/C(i'm not sure who) couldn't make it for camp; honestly really got me flustered although i may not have have shown it. (Even though i know it was harder on some others i.e Jem, Yu'En). It's not the issue of quantity because afterall, we can be considered the biggest group in school. It's the commitment related to the job. We HAVE the manpower. But we're lacking in commitment. I was just thinking about it this morning. Seriously la, where is the responsibility? Where is that display of commitment? Where is that fire and passion? Council will just be a group without that flame burning in us. It will just be like another place where we meet and have fun fullstop. Daddy God, Jem told me that human cannot possibly touch and fill the empty hearts of those that were meant for You to fill. Daddy God, please work Your miracles. Send a revival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so rising to my new posting as LogsI/C, Van, Fik and i had to run around the school searching high and low for Mr Ho. We really combed the whole school man. Finally when we found him at the library, we also discovered his intentions of hiding from us! :( But nvms, cos after all that hullabaloo that almost turned into a wild goose chase if we hadn't gone to the library(we were intending to bypass it); we got our job done. JUST DANDY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of feeling grateful towards us, those nitwits(hee) inside the council room invaded my private space and rummaged through my planner. Okay la, there wasn't anything p&amp;c. And FYI to SOMEONE, i am NOT free from the 29th onwards okay? Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! The results! Which were surprisingly not as bad as expected. &lt;strong&gt;GOD IS UBER GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;. Three distinctions, three Bs, a C and a D(for the first time darn it!). Which makes my L1R5 14. I was 0.3 marks to another A1 for combined humans. BUT ON A LIGHTER NOTE, THIS IS ALREADY CONSIDERED RATHER IMPRESSIVE(by my standards) BECAUSE I DIDN'T REALLY STUDY AND FAILED PRACTICALLY EVERY TEST. -Nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel's birthday outing turned out really sad cos the meeting made Yu'En and i late by very long. And we had to walk 0123456789 miles to Sakae which had the worst customer service in the whole entire history of bad customer services. The food took forever to reach our table and it was all soggy. :( By the time we finished, i had to rush off cos Mommy wanted me back by 6. My fat fat arms were the object of scrutiny! :( And i think she's in a i-don't-feel-like-being-nice-to-my-daughter mood today. She also didn't want to let me use her nice patent bag. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they walked me to CityLink so i wouldn't get lost on the way to the MRT station. I was hoping i'd see ___ and __________ along the way. HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday's meeting will be at the bowling alley. Whoa, i doubt we'll be able to get anything done. But i like the idea of throwing Aliff into the gutters if he dares talk about the 1 and a half hour long PT session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jek just told me that he finds ano girls a revolting sight. HAHAHA. And we both agreed that eating is mankind's most pleasurable activity. So here is enough evidence that i won't ever become ano even though my fat arms are disturbing. AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-3811830971986367996?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3811830971986367996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=3811830971986367996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/3811830971986367996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/3811830971986367996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-theres-one-thing-i-cant-stand-is.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-5675282570508466689</id><published>2007-03-08T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:17:31.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i really shouldn't be here. But then everything on the net's progressing so slowly i decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still stuck here in this ratten chair facing the screen and waiting for the net to generate the results of my search. Up to this day(after approx. 4 months of research), i still am trying to untangle the whole mess of Geography and why i took up this project when i don't even take the subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10 plus already and time is one element i do not have the luxury of. &lt;strong&gt;I need like a miracle.&lt;/strong&gt; Thank God that Jem is being such a darling and assisting me with the research. And thank God that whatever homework thrown at us does not have to be handed in tmr. PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's strange how the air and the ambience seems different nowadays. It's strange how everyone's all caught up in their own world. It's strange how i'm the peculiar one walking around with a question mark plastered all over my face, obstructing my view. But then again, that's probably why i'm being such a retard and not treasuring those around me because i've been temporarily 'visually handicapped'. UGH. :( Daddy God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-5675282570508466689?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5675282570508466689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=5675282570508466689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5675282570508466689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5675282570508466689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-i-really-shouldnt-be-here.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-535645434939729552</id><published>2007-03-06T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:29:39.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Woke up this morning to face a torrential storm: my Mother in a bad mood. (referred to as Mother when she's angry and Mommy when she's not). She was demanding to know where my CNY money went to. The Ipod and clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having already planned and hooked pinkies on what we decided to do this morning, we didn't fail ourselves. We walked the whole round. I can't believe how fun it was. But i'm not to blame for my ignorance. Because for the past 2 x-country's, i've been taking part in the competitive round. So i haven't been given the luxury of time to stroll along merrily, soaking in the scenery. Serenity(: So this year was exceptionally fufilling. Listening to the guys and playing with Fel.&lt;br /&gt;3G's runners: You guys did a great job! Don't be disheartened okay. Cos i know you all tried your best. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RG's sending me songs now! WHEE. Now i have more to listen to. My lucky day she claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. They came down to my house to bum around for like 10 minutes while i got changed. Then we left for TM to go browse the Havanias range. But LO and BEHOLD! It was Isetan's Annual Staff Day. Dang. Of all the 365 days in a year it HAD to be today. A wasted trip i deemed it to be. Indeed it was. We were lazing around on a purple sofa down at CS basement. And this seriously peculiar lady came up to us(okay actually not us. the cashcard machine next to us) and eavesdropped on our conversations(not that we were whispering or using out indoor voices. but still she eavesdropped!) and we no, I had to put on an act and call 'Angela'-our imaginary friend whom we were waiting for to go to the library. Don't ask why. And when Fel asked me to shave my hairy legs(which were so not), she budged in and told us not to cos the hair will just get coarse. FWAH! She drove all of us nuts. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with Fel RG Yuenny plus the (coughcough) couple(read: President and Vice-President). Poor Mark had to go back to school for Physics. So we left to walk around and digest the food before RG's treat to Haagen Daz. Which didn't materialise in the end:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely went to the cinema snackbar to get popcorn to see how many people would ask me what movie i watched or whether i went to catch a movie. Answer: 6. Hahaha! Hilarious crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intended to go spend some quality time with my bed but then here i am waiting for the songs to finish being dl-ed into Ippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone now. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-535645434939729552?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/535645434939729552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=535645434939729552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/535645434939729552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/535645434939729552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/woke-up-this-morning-to-face-torrential.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-655728504583474934</id><published>2007-03-04T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:55:56.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me introduce you to my new job. I am a rubbish bin cover kicker. Darn was it hilarious. The 3 of us were laughing buckets of tears out. I was appointed the very (un)nice job of kicking open the cover since none of us wanted to touch the thing. Bear in mind, we are talking about those huge black and red ones. Not the puny step and open kinds. And lemme share a confession: i wasn't wearing any shorts underneath my coy skirt. Imagine la. You just imagine. But we had cool fun though right Basia and BH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost screwed Ms Gan's waffle maker up cos i poured too much batter in. We suddenly started smelling something burning really bad. It surprise surprise! It came from that waffle maker. The whole whatever thing you call it thing below burnt the batter till it looked like peices of chao ta-ed dead lizards. Raquel and Basia were left to clean up the mess, and i was left warned not to touch the waffle maker and advised to get a house husband next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was really good today. But my poor legs were aching a million. Mrs Lim finally finalised the dance workshops! But what's absurdly annoying is that it's gonna be on the 14th tentatively at 2pm. Which is during camp. Which is during drill. Which means i cannot go. SHEEEZ. I wanted so badly to go learn some salsa and hip hop. I don't mind skipping lyrical jazz since majority say that it's not worth anyone's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food fest man. Seriously. Thank goodness i saved some stomach space for the crab. If not it's capacity will just not take it man. Poor RW was left sitting there staring intently at us tuck into the gorgeous crab cos her allergies prevented her from joining us. Poor girl. Nvm, i enjoyed your share for you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully i managed to chiong Emaths and Chem homework already. Now i'm left with history. And it totally slipped my mind that today is Sunday. It feels so like a Saturday. That would then mean that there's school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right, it's time to say bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-655728504583474934?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/655728504583474934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=655728504583474934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/655728504583474934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/655728504583474934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/let-me-introduce-you-to-my-new-job.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-3763586632666777252</id><published>2007-03-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T22:29:00.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes i'm back. I can practically hear cheers of jubilation resonating through the concrete walls. (No, not my neighbours you goons).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's getting old. Dose her food with a little MSG and wham, you'll have her head spinning like cotton candy in a candy floss machine. Then it's sze-ern to the rescue, valiantly reaching out to grab the nearest can of sexy coke(not diet coke but plain ole coke) and give it to Mommy cos it's her anitdote for MSG attacks. It's becoming so routine that i know when exactly to hand her the MEDCINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet was really tiring. Free movement dance requires some seriously tip top stamina. To which, i have none. Ahrund and Tessa were staring in disbelief as i got a high over nothing in particular. New pianist, Joanie's flowy skirt is chao pretty. My face was as red as a prawn that just got dipped into the steamboat platter. Matching with my leotard. It has never been liddat before fyi. And Sian says it brings out my gross tan even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough talk about the tans. They're depressing. I'm really zoned out by all the happenings. And to top it off, i don't think the whole feeling sickly and feverish thing has gone away. I really pray that i do not fall ill. There's so much to do so little time. But do not ask me what i'm doing here because i don't have an explanation for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! I just remembered that i won't be going to GBC tmr:\ The fund raising thing at CCR. But nvms tania and sarah, don't go around looking high and low for me. Just sit there and miss me(: HEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye i shall be gone to go lie in bed and wait for Ippie to finish charging. JUST KIDDING. I'm going to do some homework. Please don't give me those looks of disbelief. Have some faith in me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-3763586632666777252?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3763586632666777252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=3763586632666777252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/3763586632666777252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/3763586632666777252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-im-back.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-2087060627737961624</id><published>2007-03-03T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:50:28.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, i was elated upon opening my fridge and spotting a plastic bag filled with larger than life 'oranges'. But upon closer inspection, i came to the realisation that it was not an orange but a peeled pomelo, sitting prettily in my fridge, waiting for someone to mistake it for a huge juicy orange. I corrected my mistake and reached out for the real orange this time around. And now i am happily enjoying the sweet tasting orange coloured thing. I've got such a fetish for mandarin oranges. Maybe it's the CNY mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall kill everyone with my sachaarine sweetness today. But it makes no difference since i have been doing so since my existence 15 years, 2 months and 10 days ago. Hmmm, i say, no wonder the death rate has been so steadily sliding. Sheesh sze-ern. Random i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what can you do when you're waiting pathetically alone for a bus that just left a few seconds after reaching the bus stop; stranded without my Ippie and left only with the communication device that has been vibrating non-stop all cos of Emma and Gid's stupefied(but thankfully entertaining) sms-es; not having even a single decent piece of paper to doodle on; listening to 2 very ultra random ladies who walked past and thereafter couldn't stop cooing on how cute my outfit was(i was wearing coy tee and skirt for goodness' sake!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model answer: Sit there and smile prettily, pretending that you have the utmost patience to wait for another bus that might not come for the next 15-20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;My(not so model but still an answer nonetheless) answer: Get comfortable(read:sit crossed legged and lean against the backboard), finish reading the sms-es, laugh at them(the sms-es) and then drift off to sleep... Until the bus comes that is. If not the whole cycle would have to repeat itself again. And i wouldn't have enough space here to type out whatever thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Hubba hubba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle YimSung's devotion today was rather insightful i have to say. Mother Theresa and inner beauty. Mother Theresa's famous words were really awesome and inspiring man. I paraphrase and quote(roughly la) : &lt;em&gt;'I am a little pencil in the hands of a writing God. He is using me to write a love letter to everyone'&lt;/em&gt; Something along that sexy line la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combined practice was hilarious la. No seriously, you should've seen it. We were all shaking with laughter so hard. I guess they've learnt their lesson not to place BB and GB in a marching contingent for something as grand as enrolment service. And a GOH contingent at that. So now, to make up for our(BOTH GB AND BB to be fair) shortcomings and inability to colaborate properly to create a successful practice; we know have 4 drill practices a week. The combined practice making the fourth. The remaining 3 are the usual ones. But i forsee that things will get better and hopefully we'll enjoy the practices. Now, cross your fingers hard(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma wanted to know every single minute detail of our practice. Tsk tsk darl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please heed the following advice i am going to give you all(for free): Do not plan a lunch appointment with Vanessa Yong Hui Ming ever. You don't know what you're gonna get yourself into with all that nonsense coming from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back later. Now i'm off to get ready for ballet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-2087060627737961624?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2087060627737961624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=2087060627737961624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/2087060627737961624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/2087060627737961624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-i-was-elated-upon-opening-my-fridge.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-7234566106384227684</id><published>2007-03-02T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:06:04.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu flu go away come again...well'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just discovered what a gorgeous hunk _______ is! I mean seriously la. Geewhiz. I think only BH knows my obsession. Who ask her to bus home with me today. We were irritating Ah Yong and HK when they walked past us while we were busy cutting the photos for our lovely photoboard. Kudos to Minyi for the fab design. Hah, i conclude that today was funnerific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think i have fallen prey to influenza. My system is kinda lagging cos i am only starting to feel the after effects of the camp like 2 days after camp ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sneezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day i was freezing and turning into a human popsicle cos i was so cold and shivering. Like literally shivering and my teeth were chattering. Slightly only la. BH didn't tell me that she had a jacket until we were going for ELit. Thank you Emma for lending me your thermometer when i thought mine was faulty. Thank you Fel for your potent panadol that temporarily got rid of the headache. But in the end, thank God i wasn't running a fever or i'd have to go home. Which is (apparently) not what i want, since i muttered a 'thank God'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sniffles and reaches for a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said not to go for ballet and stay home to complete home&lt;strong&gt;TORTURE&lt;/strong&gt;(as taken from Su-Lynn). But i guess it shouldn't be called that anymore. Torture is no longer a valid excuse to portray myself as a sad little being. Well, because basically, EVERYONE gets the same thing. And! Ironically, homework is beginning to enjoy me as much as i don't enjoy it(or rather, in the past). Homework is so routine that i...&lt;strong&gt;LOOK FORWARD&lt;/strong&gt; to it everyday. Yet another interesting fact discovered on &lt;strong&gt;DISCOVERY ERN CHANNEL&lt;/strong&gt;: She is starting to enjoy homework. So coming back to the point. Which is, i'm gonna be skipping ballet today:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. I think i failed AMaths overall. Sheeshkababs. I knew it la. My other subjects' results are also not something to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm starting to believe that transition period is a pathetic temporary(or who knows, worse, permanent) excuse to escape being dubbed a dumbass. Oh wassywammos. Whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can practically hear Stress banging on my doorstep as i will proceed on to go and check my to-do list for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;1) Go annoy Jek.&lt;br /&gt;2) Finish reading HeartLand plus do notes and go to class trying to act really talented at Lit.&lt;br /&gt;3) Find WWM's sexy number and...&lt;br /&gt;4) Call him up and remind him to come down to Sg and come pick me up and whizz me off in a private jet with all the facilities i could ever dream of; to Hollywood with him in case he has already forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;5) Sit in front of the TV and waste my time away rotting and watching nonsensical(but yet so addictive) reruns.&lt;br /&gt;6) Eat another juicy orange.&lt;br /&gt;7) Bathe and (yet again) waste time reading(maybe HeartLand but then again, nah) (the very witty) My Sister's Keeper while doing very important business.&lt;br /&gt;8) Pray for the rain to stop so i can go bask in the sunlight and even out my horrid tans which happen to make me look like a squirmy little worm that does not have sufficient nutrients.&lt;br /&gt;9) Iron GB uniform&lt;br /&gt;10) Polish GB boots&lt;br /&gt;11) Get GB stuff ready for CCA tmr.&lt;br /&gt;12) Chem WS 7 &amp;amp; 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, can &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; hear Stress? They're arranged according to the level of importance and urgency btw. Poor me i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm off to go complete number 1 and 6 &lt;strong&gt;CONCURRENTLY&lt;/strong&gt;. You people should be proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PeeAss: I think my friends rock my perky butt off it's pelvic bone. &lt;3 Plus, i have a hunch that lao shi isn't fond of me AT ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-7234566106384227684?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7234566106384227684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=7234566106384227684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/7234566106384227684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/7234566106384227684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-just-discovered-what-gorgeous-hunk.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-4660342124280378023</id><published>2007-02-28T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:15:02.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos you had a bad day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sec 3 camp was a blast. Team 6 super sexy rocked. It was the love. Team leader Jac and basically everything and everyone made it all this good. Yes, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with the nitty gritty details of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pris woke the whole dorm up at 4.30am with her crazy singing. RG claimed i snored and butted her into the corner while sleeping. I sorta slept talked to Emma about this spider in my dream. Nad and i think that the Dragon Boating guy instructor at the back is H-O-T and so is ______. TC kept wanting to take candid shots of us(grawr). Whenever i saw QH, i thought i was seeing Jek. They have such a striking resemblance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough i guess. I'm really tired and in a seriously beastly and crummy mood now. To those i snapped at: &lt;strong&gt;I apologise for being such a bitch just now kay? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things not to be merry and pop champagne bottles about:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get enough sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;Waited in school for drill to start for like 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Lost don't know how many games of Stress.&lt;br /&gt;Still drilled even though my whole body was horribly aching ALL OVER.&lt;br /&gt;Snapped at innocent people for no reason or rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;Found out my very nice slippers got left in the camp bus.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in school until 6 plus and didn't get home till 7.&lt;br /&gt;Walked in the rain to get to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that i was tarnishing the school's name(but i couldn't hear what the person was mumbling).&lt;br /&gt;Saw mommy get pissed with daddy cos of _____ _____.&lt;br /&gt;Now mommy's mad with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;No one sms-ed me these past 3 days(apparently i haven't been missed).&lt;br /&gt;I  hit my wound hard and i think it's inflamed now cos of the plaster.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling feverish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above all accuring within the time span of 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rolling into depression very soon. Shiz. But i'm too tired to cry things out. I wish i wasn't such a weakling darnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other random stuff to take note of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming's exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;Jek failed his Eng test.&lt;br /&gt;But got an A1 for his Geog test.&lt;br /&gt;His tennis tryouts went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least things for my brothers are on the whole getting better. Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live on a mountian top and morph into an anit-social being. Screw whatever that whoever said about that 'no man is an island' nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have no idea how hard it's getting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i you don't even care, i'm betting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ignore this post if you will. I'm just ranting cos i need an outlet to channel my angst lest i burst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-4660342124280378023?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4660342124280378023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=4660342124280378023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/4660342124280378023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/4660342124280378023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/cos-you-had-bad-day-okay.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-5212506279764515478</id><published>2007-02-25T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:53:10.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One word: Touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am. I didn't know that the whole drill comp team prayed for quick recovery of my leg. I feel oh so loved. A huge hug i shall give to them on Monday. &lt;333! I think my leg's doing much better now cos i just bounded down the steps. Just that i've got a weak ankle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Monday, tmr is first day of camp. I've done most of the packing. And Basia and i are gonna bring the same United Colours of Benetton bag(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went for service today after like ages. Even Debs was like: YOU! how come never come for so long! i don't care! you sit and talk and chill with me.' Even though Jek was waiting for me to go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo, the girls were so noisy! tsk tsk. Jean's going back to UK tmr. Have a safe trip m'dear(: I wore heels today and i felt i blended in really well with them! HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel got Gid disturbed cos she went to view his friendster profile and saw his humiliating pictures(according to him). FWAHA. What a laugh. Fel that pipsqueak keeps annoying me with her questions about Mr ___. And i in turn have to annoy Gid about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Debs said that Jek would be a good man when he grows up and told me to trust her foresight. We went on to talk about Uncle Ronnie looking like Bono and the rest of the clan. Freaking funny la the conversation! She was going red with laughter at whatever i said about them. But seriously la! Black is so emo and evasive. Mafia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUBBA BUBBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma learnt how to cook that fantabulous porridge from Granny and now i'm indulging. WHEEPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BH's orange deodorant bottle is gonna marry my pink deodorant bottle. The orange is the girl and the pink will be the metrosexual guy. Since she didn't want the orange to be gay(like AHEM. HK?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch and not dance today. Instead i did USSW in the studio. I have lost count of the number of times i've repeated the story of how i fell. And i've lost count of the number of times i've heard that 'o.O Sze-Ern, you're so dumb. You must've been ogling at guys. Your wound is so gross' response. HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles my loves. I'm gonna polish off my porridge and finish with the packing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-5212506279764515478?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5212506279764515478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=5212506279764515478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5212506279764515478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5212506279764515478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-word-touched.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-5932031913894889413</id><published>2007-02-24T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:09:24.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i was young i'd listen to the radio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waitin for my favourite songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when it played i'd sing along &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It made me smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, so i went to GettyImages and started searching to pictures on ballet and i was reminded of how i used to have that fire and passion for dance. Note the 'used to'. Recently, i admit that i've been a real bugger by skipping classes at the littlest and most no logic of reasons and like dancing really sloppily. Apparently, i've seem to have lost interest in the thing. OH WOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the lovelies who asked whether i'm alright and if i am mobile or like stuck to the roller chair happily rolling myself around the house. And probably down the stairs to my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that'd be something to laugh at. Not laugh at how i fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-5932031913894889413?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5932031913894889413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=5932031913894889413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5932031913894889413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5932031913894889413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-i-was-young-id-listen-to-radio.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-5667078755303558289</id><published>2007-02-24T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:27:31.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad fall into the drain.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Drama's my middle name. I fell into a drain over at Sentosa and my shin is badly bruised and bleeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining and everyone was chionging for the bus. My face was covered with raindrops and i couldn't see where i was walking. Then BOOM! I found my right leg inside the drain. I hobbled to the nearest bench with the help of my darlings Emma and Miss Tan. When i rolled my pants up, i swear what i saw made me go white and whatever was in my tummy threatened to come back right up. My shin was skinned till i saw a layer of white. EGADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why don't those Sentosa nuckleheads have any sense to place the drain cover over it! Sheeshkababs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really big thank you and a loving hug to Avril Tang my clone who helped me clean the wound. She was under so much pressure cos Ms Gan insisted that Avril clean my wound infront of her to prove she's worthy of the first-aid badge. The poor girl's hair was so messy and she was perspiring all over. HEE. Becky almost did my wounds too but she left for KFC with Raq and Juli who were all too grossed out by my wound to look at me. Fwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So deja-vu-ish right! Remember that time when i fell in the bus steps and got a bad bruise on the same area on my left leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sentosa was cool fun today. Cam-whoring is seriously good. And so was the flower festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home early supposedly to go to the studio and watch today(since evidently, i can't dance) but then Sian isn't going cos of her arm and i'm too scared that i'll fall and get another injury to go out of the house. So imma stay at home and mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least i intend to. But knowing myself, my lofty plans do not usually reach the execution stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i shall be off now to nurse my leg which is getting worse and worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-5667078755303558289?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5667078755303558289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=5667078755303558289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5667078755303558289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5667078755303558289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/dramas-my-middle-name.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-8976392028837621269</id><published>2007-02-23T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:13:07.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mish mash with a bit of this that'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The week flew by and it's already friday. I'm eating this cube jelly thing which is really addictive. Okay. I got over the fact that we had 7 tests in 3 days right after CNY. Mainly cos the tests were really good. I hope this week's series of tests will be enough to pull my average up. Result slips in 2 weeks time and honestly saying, i will do very fine without knowing my results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel and i are gonna open up a pub that only serves orange juice and hot chocolate specially for ___ ___. And maybe ___ la okay? (: That girl is such an annoying little pipsqueak who just never knows how to stop bugging me to ask Gid about _____ ___. HEEEEEE! And i've been wrongly accused in the act. Fwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lunch was the bomb. But only cos Tan Sze-Ern was present. Lunch, served with a side dish of incessant laughter at my own antics gave me hope of having nice abs. Zi high Emma calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i could say that i have no one but myself to blame. My fingers have been pointing in all the wrong directions, pushing the blame away. Yeah, i caused my own stress. Unecessary stress that is. Daddy God, guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never-Ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-8976392028837621269?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8976392028837621269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=8976392028837621269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8976392028837621269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8976392028837621269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/everlasting-your-light-will-shine-when.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-8372060467996077967</id><published>2007-02-20T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:17:38.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darned tests'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just so you know, i'm so very screwed, so very pissed, so very hungry:\ &lt;strong&gt;V to the E to the R to the Y&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoots! &lt;/strong&gt;Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like freaking out here. 7 tests. I've only studied for only 3. Physics, (practiced)Amaths and History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Adaleen tells me that Mdm Low changed the English test date to tmr. Why oh why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very close to a meltdown. ARGH. Fine, i've already melted. GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to go simmer down before another Mt. Sze-Ern or whatever erupts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm back. Cooled down. And Sian is prolly gonna come over to study with me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered how much Jia Xuan and Owen have grown up. Now Xuan has a new sibling: Yan Hui. And Jie Jie Geraldine just had a baby boy. Golly miss Molly i feel old. 4 times auntie. They all seem to love me more than the other cousins(: HOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else i've talked to seems to have already thoroughly studied. Okay, we're all in the same boat. The boat that's got a hole in it. The boat that is eventually gonna sink. OH DRATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goo baiye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-8372060467996077967?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8372060467996077967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=8372060467996077967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8372060467996077967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8372060467996077967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-so-you-know-im-so-very-screwed-so.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-8775036688021303214</id><published>2007-02-19T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:57:57.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody hit the lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we can work it day and night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm home alone facing this screen now that i'm blogging. But soon i'll progress on to the TV which is luring me with 'Hot Chick'. Then i'll have to resign to fate: studying for the &lt;strong&gt;(ajdsbnfpauirfajln)&lt;/strong&gt; 7 tests after CNY break. RUR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weds: Physics, Amaths&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: English, History, Emaths&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Chemistry, Cheena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: intimidating. If i knew the Sec 3 academic year would be so stressful, i'd remain in Sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the visitations have been such a blur. Just the usual sitting round the table or just making do with the floor and asking the age old questions(for the older UNMARRIED ones). I guess everyone knows what they are. And with the kids(mainly, my brothers and i, since we're the only ones our age) retreating into a corner where you can hear the distinct laughter and the incessant noise of whoever's there all because of SBSP. The family, not having seen each other since don't know how long, (oh so typically) forget the age, name, school and whatever other nonsense. How polite huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the money is WHOO good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, evidently i am the kind who places MOOLAH over kinship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like ricoshet-ing my homework out the window. It's not fair that we have to mug for so many tests during our supposedly break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. AM. SO. PISSED. AT. THE. IMMENSE. AMOUNT. OF. HOMEWORK. AND. THE. MONSTROUS. NUMBER. OF.TESTS. THAT. I. COULD. JUST. GO. EAT. A. BANANA. AND. PRETEND. TO. BE. A. SEXY. ROCKSTAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously mean it. Maybe i'll go do that later during my break. Roleplay is so theraputic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough yadda here. I'm off to go get smart(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-8775036688021303214?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8775036688021303214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=8775036688021303214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8775036688021303214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8775036688021303214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/somebody-hit-lights-so-we-can-work-it.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-3433209968539765615</id><published>2007-02-18T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:26:38.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh the holiday homework:\ I haven't done any. I really haven't touched ANY. Help. Help someone help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CNY goodies and the hordes of DVDs my dad and uncle have bought are occupying my time. Collectively, they have like a gazillion different kinds. But i welcome that sight. Because it's a norm for our family every CNY to pig out and laze infront of some really sexy good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another sign that i should go hit the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm viewing my oen friendster profile and i honestly think i should delete the whole lot of pictures. They're horrendously gross. Okay, i shouldn't have said that. Now everyone will go and see my icky pics and i wouldn't have anymore face to go anywhere. Esp visiting. Then i won't get my moolah. Forget i said anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough said. I have to get my gigantic gluteiousmaximus(however you spell that) moving and go do some homework before i get too guilt-stricken to eat any other of those gorgeous CNY rubbish which i frankly see as NOT rubbish. Like that would make any difference. I laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: i am capable of seriously indepth statements that boggle your mind. Just that i have yet to discover that artsy side of me. But i know it exists! Don't underestimate me(:&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodleloos my loves and may CNY be so piggish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; for you(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-3433209968539765615?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/3433209968539765615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=3433209968539765615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/3433209968539765615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/3433209968539765615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-holiday-homeworks-i-havent-done-any.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-4399661684767526170</id><published>2007-02-16T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:23:46.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To the sixth chair: I really don't know what to say to make things better. But i just hope and pray that things just won't get any worse than it already is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY. Sof and i screwed the quiz thing big time. OMSKY can. So embarrassing. And Sean and Titus wouldn't stop the Hong Bao jokes. So. I finally got my red nail polish while at CS with Fel. That taitai made me wait for her while she had her hair appointment. RAWR. Then she HAD to finish when i was winning the game on Ippie. Double RAWR. I don't care Wu Ming Juan you better get me sth from Topshop with your Sissy's discount card later! Lunch at BK's and we saw a whole load of SHSS-ers. I bought a top really quickly cos i was desperate for CNY clothes. Wanted to pull Mand to go shopping with me but then she was meeting her brother for a movie:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked on and met my SEB(: HAHAHA. Even his friends know that i'm his super-ex girlfriend! (If you really actually for a moment thought that we're an item, then shame on you. I'm single.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. Fel and i have fallen in love with this ex SHSS sailor guy. _____ ___. Why are all ______ so hamsom! Okay, maybe not all. But still. -Faints. Claudia just made us lao kui until buay ta han. But i tell you, he's seriously the bomb. Stupid Van was such a wet blanket throughout. And then she still ps-ed us for _______. Sigh. This is bad bad bad Nessy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, Joshua Chan the puny little sec one who absolutely adores Mark Louis Yong Zhi Peng; scares me silly. Please don't ever put him together with Jonas because i will just embarrass myself. The slimy bloated lizard i do not like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Reunion dinner tonight. At Uncle Harry's. Honestly i don't think it's gonna be as good as going to Kao Kao's. Then i can see Owen, Jia Xuan and the newest addition to the family(sorry la, i forgot his name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;I had an ultra cool dream the other night. I dreamt that i was in Pirates Of The Carribean. Only this time it wasn't a movie. I was a guy(a hot one at that) and i think i toppled over the edge of the ship into the sea. Then this other dooode fell in cos he was made to walk the plank. We were both in the water. He used the ladder to climb back up and i was using the sail(i have no idea why). Then half way this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cold huh.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yeah, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, where's your hometown?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay then. See you in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yeah see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point to make: The 'Singapore' wasn't pronounced as that. It was strangely pronounced as 'Sinkapure'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So toodleloo my loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-4399661684767526170?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4399661684767526170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=4399661684767526170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/4399661684767526170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/4399661684767526170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-sixth-chair-i-really-dont-know-what.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-5576501857611450988</id><published>2007-02-15T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:23:50.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hope everyone loved their masking tape Vday shoutouts from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm sorry it was so cheapo. But i only bought 2 packets of Freddos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Vday was good(: I feel so loved just looking at the presents i got. But i think Vday and CNY shouldn't be too near each other cos i might just start ballooning if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days have been getting on better it seems. Test results have been pleasantly surprising. Yes, by the grace of God. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Emma: Hey love. I'll be here even if the sky falls down on everyone(an intriguing thought but then again maybe not). Things will get better i'm sure. Just rest well and don't think so much yeah? Ring me up if there's anything. Bye love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-5576501857611450988?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5576501857611450988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=5576501857611450988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5576501857611450988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5576501857611450988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-hope-everyone-loved-their-masking.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-5247314141400260204</id><published>2007-02-13T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:32:08.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sze-Ern, for the upteenth time, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S THE TRANSITION PERIOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i resort to deluding myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm right now going through this stage where everything and i mean EVERYTHING seems to be going off track if you must know. And if you've been observant enough to realise, that these few days i've been just wounding myself up in a cocoon, away from everyone. Maybe because i don't know how to react to my friends already. I don't know where i lost that old me. As much as i want it back, i have to go find it. Like they say, 'someone without a past cannot have a future' or maybe it's me being the overly sensitive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp, why does this seem so dejavu-ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Check this song out: There You'll Be. And i promise you won't regret it. I've got Emma hooked onto it. Yay me. PLUS! She finally gave me my belated bday gift: masking tape. I was busy scribbling away on it and decorating my table with it. HEARTS! Gave Pong a new name since she was insisting on one. So say hello to Majiji(Pong/Pure-bred geek star/Amanda Chong). I still like Majiji best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to get the Vday gifts. So if you don't get any from me tmr, please do not be alarmed or hit the panic button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile(genuinely). That's what i really hope to do soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-5247314141400260204?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5247314141400260204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=5247314141400260204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5247314141400260204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5247314141400260204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/sze-ern-for-upteenth-time-its.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-7891365083613901118</id><published>2007-02-12T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:42:45.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4 hours worth but only 2 tops is so not fruitful. I think shopping for an occasion isn't as much fun as random shopping trips. We tend to get a lil bit more critical of the clothes and end up with nothing. Use me as an example. Plus, Sian and i totally ponned dance just to go get lost in Vivo and wander around looking desperately for some decent CNY clothes. I'm annoyed with a capital S for Super Annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i was frantically trying to cram the whole SS essay i practiced, into my head for the SS test. But i guess i didn't do too badly. FINALLY SOMETHING THAT I CAN BE PROUD OF. Satisfied sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Bakar is suddenly so tan. And Pong, i think tan guys are hotter than fair guys anyday. Jo became the whatever thingamajiggy that is actually a mix of a whole lot of crazy objects which aren't exactly very nice to look at. Hah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relief Physics teacher looks like superman! Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go for tuition. P.S I'm really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-7891365083613901118?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7891365083613901118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=7891365083613901118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/7891365083613901118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/7891365083613901118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/4-hours-worth-but-only-2-tops-is-so-not.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-6909561212437730218</id><published>2007-02-10T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:57:30.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As i sit here, finishing up the remainder of my Snickers, listen to 'How can i not love you', and try to upload new songs into Ippie; I'm making a desperate attempt to jot down my Commonwealth points before i forget them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, kudos to Sian for giving me the inspiration for CWE. Without it i forsee that i'd be like half dead just thinking of an intriguing topic to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not done ANY CNY shopping. Which means, i have NO new clothes for CNY. -Choruses of Hallelujahs- I have to get it done by Monday man. Highly possible that i might be going out with Sian. Oh joy(: And Popo just gave my brothers and i a hundred bucks each. Oh double joy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jek is strumming oh so furiously on his guitar now. He's doing One Way i think. It's kinda hard to discern when all i hear is someone belching out the lyrics of the song(Ming) and someone playing the guitar as if it's some flimsy plaything(Jek). They form a good band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodleloos now. God bless y'all(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-6909561212437730218?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6909561212437730218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=6909561212437730218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/6909561212437730218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/6909561212437730218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-i-sit-here-finishing-up-remainder-of.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-8478878154548531974</id><published>2007-02-10T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:55:49.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Boy. You can summarise my past few weeks into this one word: &lt;strong&gt;HECTICSTINKYPOOPYCRAP&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, that. And stupidity has chosen its new victim: Me. DOH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so shacked i could smash a bean. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to ballet class. I hope i don't fall asleep while dancing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-8478878154548531974?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8478878154548531974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=8478878154548531974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8478878154548531974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8478878154548531974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/boy.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-94513174933103343</id><published>2007-02-09T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T20:17:41.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whoa. 6 pointer. You go (&lt;em&gt;fill in the blanks here for the top scorer's name&lt;/em&gt;). I don't know his name la! But i think he's Joseph's classmate. Now, the pressure is on us. Okay, maybe no la. But then the whole bunch of us got super inspired and went down to go mug in the canteen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was making super alot of noise. So Mand resorted to isolation and Yu'En scolded me. Fel and i shared a neon lollipop with my Chin Chow. Dominic's electric guitar was being molested by Diane and Eileen. Jo was studying so furiously it freaked everyone out. BH was sitting beside me. RG got a nice nice cookie. No fair:\ Okay, Fahmi demands credit for the lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared and BenTan(:D) were so happy with their results they demanded to know why we didn't ask them how they did. So, we asked. And pretended to be impressed. But yeah, they did well. So did everyone la right Carol, Pearlyn and Pris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last Chem lesson with Mr Nice Funny Hahaha Chia. I'm sad. He's good. But on a happier note, Mr Bakar is coming back next week(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tests today. Another 5 next week. I want CTs. RAWR. The teachers somehow let communication with their colleagues slip their minds and cram their tests all into that few days. It's been hard on us students. But being students in Sg, it's inevitable. Oh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired out. I guess it's burnout time. But like Sian said: when it's crunch time, all we can do is trust in Him. He knows what's best for us. He knows our limits and will never test us beyond what we can bear. Daddy God, help me not rely on my own strength. I need Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: Try picturing a man sitting on an ikea stool in a 'bar' with a Neon Chupachups in his right hand and a can of Chin Chow. I say sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were my strength when i was weak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-94513174933103343?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/94513174933103343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=94513174933103343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/94513174933103343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/94513174933103343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/whoa.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-832980661656163724</id><published>2007-02-07T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:44:24.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanks Sian. Thanks for keeping your cool while i lost mine. Thanks for just being there to hear me cry and rant. Thanks for everything bestie&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i lost count of the number of tests i've already failed. Oh sigh:\ I hope i don't go into depression. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. Happy bday NADIAAA. You're as old as me now. HEE. Bye fat cow(: LOVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a whole lot of God's blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-832980661656163724?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/832980661656163724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=832980661656163724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/832980661656163724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/832980661656163724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/thanks-sian.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-6589448420003699014</id><published>2007-02-05T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T15:31:55.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drats. I'm having muscle spasms. Yeah sure. Okay whatever. But my whole body is really aching. My butt hurts even when i'm standing up. My calves are so aching that i dread walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe soon, i'll start to get loads of leg muscles! Then i can compete with Wen Ying. Oh joy. But then again, for a lady to have too muscular thighs and calves, it ain't a pretty sight. No no it ain't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. School was rather nice to me today. Mr Chia is da bomb yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to stretch my arms after doing my assignment and i didn't know he was behind me. Apparently, i almost boxed him he claimed. And then i sang a song while moving my shoulders and he asked for my name(like yeah, he DOESN'T know my name. The cheek of him.) and commented that i looked like a robot cos i keep doing those spastic robot movements(read: to the left to the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovy's incessant laughter charges me up to do my robotic movements he also commented. And he's scared of my class cos of wierd reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes Chemistry a little less complicated. OH how i hearts him(: Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nadia: You fat cow! You've been a very naughty girl! Go to the naughty corner immediately. I want an apology! Or else no cookie for you. :D:D:D Super Nanny ftw maaan right nad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pineapple gummies were gobbled up in a jiffy. &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks ah Shiva and Abu. Took so much effort to tell my joke and you didn't even flinch. Or at least show signs of threatening to burst into laughter. Thumbs down(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodleloo. I'm off to bathe and then do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts hearts(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-6589448420003699014?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/6589448420003699014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=6589448420003699014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/6589448420003699014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/6589448420003699014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/drats.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-2216014582083282282</id><published>2007-02-04T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:39:36.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OMTIAN. Go watch Superstar finals NOW. Diya looks like some peacock. FWAHAHA! Her outfit is horrendous. Some stylers huh. Okay whatever i shall stop with the critisisms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard the neighbours shouting and making sucha din. *makes ALOT of noise* Then someone screams 'SHUTTUP!'. HAW. Then i remembered that there's a SG-Thai match on tonight. Hah. So i went up and asked my dad whether Sg scored a goal. It turned out that that goal was disqualified or sth. Off side or whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm much better now after dance. YAAAY dance cheers me up(: Mrs Lim is gonna conduct Salsa, Lyrical Jazz, Funk Jazz and Hip Hop lessons. Oh joy. She's finding out responses now. Sian said that Lyrical Jazz is emo crap so she cancelled it out for me. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to BTC with Sian to go find the VDAY gifts. Dilemma i tell you. Dilemma! Roses? Mr Freddos? Muffins? Ah sheeshkababs. Kajies gummies are da bomb yo. But maybe when they're like not melted cos the ones i got were apparently melted and gooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i blew my nose into a tissue while holding Ippie and i got snot all over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go copyright my own pose. But i need to think of one first. HAHAHA. This is so wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-2216014582083282282?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2216014582083282282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=2216014582083282282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/2216014582083282282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/2216014582083282282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/omtian.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-884539838814908312</id><published>2007-02-04T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:34:19.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;YAAAY! Jul's online and Paul, me and her are having a conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl. Somebody and somebody. RAWR. And i have no idea why we're talking about whatever we're talking about. HAHAHA. The convo is sh00 craziiee w0rHx. No'w RG's online too. OMTIAN. I'm not gonna talk in there anymore. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LC was crazy fun yesterday. I hearts the audi alot alot. And BH and i are new lecturers with pretty laptops. The girls were nice and i tell you, Vanessa that pooter made me feel so evil cos we talked and laughed so so much about Parrot and blah de blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go church today cos i woke up with a hoarse throat, a splitting headache and stomache. Plus the moment i stood up i felt woozy. But then after a while it got better. Praise God. So i hopped on to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles now. i'm off to go get some munch lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye my loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-884539838814908312?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/884539838814908312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=884539838814908312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/884539838814908312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/884539838814908312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/yaaay-juls-online-and-paul-me-and-her.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-4234710996924376169</id><published>2007-02-02T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:56:30.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='influenza nonsense'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hope i'm not falling ill. The flu bug is so rampant that my whole family caught it. Except me that is. DUH. But i'm just about to get it already. Oh please please let my immune system get a boost up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so shacked out that i fell asleep in my smelly uniform. Woke up with a slight fever and runny nose. Plus a sore throat(but honestly i think the latter is caused by the commandings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting lazier. I can't stand the plastic thingums. Retainers that is. I took it off just now when binging and haven't put it back on since. Ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ippie's got a love interest. Fel's Ippiak. Hah. Ippie says she wants to jio Ippiak for some chilling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which. Go click this. It's da bomb yo. &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/red/"&gt;http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/red/&lt;/a&gt; 'Fel and i are pissed at how sneaky Apple is. Cos they always come up with more gorgeous stuff after we get ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the RED thing. Sianny! I'm serious about the shirts. I have to go get fabric markers and we're ready to go(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today is so nice. I hearts fridays. Chem's first 2 periods. Recess just an hour after school starts. There's E Lit. We end school at 12.45pm. We have chapel periods. I hardly have anything on after school after that. Then dance on at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go prepare for tomorrow now. 7.15am to 8.30pm. I hope my flu doesn't get worse cos i really want to enjoy myself. Yaaay Van and Jazz are doing the same course as me(: Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles y'all. God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-4234710996924376169?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4234710996924376169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=4234710996924376169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/4234710996924376169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/4234710996924376169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-hope-im-not-falling-ill.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-736797098879088937</id><published>2007-02-01T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:01:42.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a) Rawr blogger rawr. You're annoying me. And i'm soon gonna switch to either LJ or Xanga. Jeers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Sg's finally getting some of that good luck thing. You go Lions(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) You know what? I hate Emaths. And Amaths. Okay, that's a lie. I don't hate it but i don't like it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d) I think i became stupider since i turned 15.&lt;/strong&gt; Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Diane smacked my _____ today. So violated can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) Drill today was fine. Half creative and half format. We were going cheena wild. GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) Swanie Goh didn't bring ___ ___ with him today. Boo Swanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h) E Lit is tomorrow. Which means the tutorial presentation thing is also tomorrow. Which means our group is deader than dead cos we have yet to prepare anything solid. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Thanks __ _ for asking. I'm not about to tell you the truth though(: HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j) Ippie is running out of batt. cos i was listening to it the whole night last night while mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manipulation of the human mind is the stupidest thing ever. I hate this. Facades are slowly building up. Yes, whatever. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! Hearts hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-736797098879088937?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/736797098879088937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=736797098879088937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/736797098879088937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/736797098879088937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/02/rawr-blogger-rawr.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-1331053073985154789</id><published>2007-01-31T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:07:05.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not being ironical diane. I just don't show that sad side of me in public. I am human and i have my bad days too you know. Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how when i post a happy post, no one seems to read it. Or maybe my readers are being passive and don't tag. Then when i'm feeling blue and i show it in my posts, people tag me and ask if i'm alright. I feel so loved(: Reassurance YAAAY! (Thank you Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I failed the Physics and Emaths test. We all did i guess. Consolation. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drill today was shiok. Creative the whole time. Viki and i were looking for 'diamonds' the whole time. Vanessa BH and i sang really nicely today. Yes we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished USSWs. &lt;strong&gt;HAAAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;. Just gotta go and revise now. But before that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tania&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, i did! HAH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia&lt;/strong&gt;: You're not talking coherently! crazy mama(: but i AM lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yu'En&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm better now darling. Thanks for the offer anyways&lt;3 So many hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dianee&lt;/strong&gt;: read the post(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy&lt;/strong&gt;: fel's this kind of person one. don't care her! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawn&lt;/strong&gt;: NO! you call la please? (: HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZHIYIN&lt;/strong&gt;: i know my ipod is cool. it's sexy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes he did peng hao! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for now. See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-1331053073985154789?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1331053073985154789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=1331053073985154789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1331053073985154789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1331053073985154789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-not-being-ironical-diane.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-8992039901485872704</id><published>2007-01-30T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T18:43:41.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've realised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That these few days, i've caught on the depressive bug. Where i'm so caught up with wallowing in self pity that i don't stop to look at the beautiful things that God has blessed me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's those days where i am not in any mood to open my mouth and bother talking. Where i feel so guilty for being such a pain in the butt to my friends. Where i just feel that the sky's gonna come crashing down on me. Where i'm too lazy to be bothered to guffaw at the stupid antics on Just for Gags which airs on TV mobile. Where all i want to do i plug into my ipod and nap away all my weariness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm not really good at relying on God. I'm the kind who wants to do things on her own. I admit. I'm really praying that i learn my lesson and wake up quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;fergaflubilastic&lt;/strong&gt; idea popped into my head today which cheered me up just thinking of how great it would work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all prepared to flunk Lit test. It's just like how i felt about Physics. But this time it was better cos the guided essays helped(: Oh sweet diabetes-inducing joy. But then again, forget the joy. Cos i'm forseeing the raved angsty day where i get back the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note. I feel so so so much more refreshed cos i just took a shiooooook nap(: YAY ME. Plus! Mommy and i are no longer arguing(for now at least). I've got nice songs to load onto my ipod. Ah, the silver lining thingamajiggy does work afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you GraceD and Jem for the belated bday gifts(: Sorry GD, that you hurt yourself while making my present! LOVE&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think glue should be called 'hu jiao fen' in cheena. Cos it's so much more shun kou. Thanks(NOT) Emma for embarrassing me infront of laoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be off to go practice for Emaths now. And do the dreaded USSWs to which i have no idea what to write thanks to Hemant who suggested writing movie reviews. What am i supposed to write! What, Finding Nemo?! It's been how long since i last went to catch a movie man. GAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, not mad at you dude. HAH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. We didn't go an make the ics. Mand and i at least. Sorry Heng, i ps-ed you:\ I still have your bday present my birthday twin. HAHAHA. LOOOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless YOU. Yes you. All of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-8992039901485872704?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/8992039901485872704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=8992039901485872704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8992039901485872704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/8992039901485872704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-realised.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-2970641083919127749</id><published>2007-01-29T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:44:47.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yaaaaaaaaay! &lt;strong&gt;Sustained Gold Award for 34th!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm thrilled. Seriously. It really made me happier after what just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why my mom and i always have to be at loggerheads with each other for every little stinking thing. I don't see the point of these arguments. It always escalates and becomes this big issue. Talk about making mountains out of molehills. Honestly, if you ask me, i'd tell you straight in the face i hate it to the core. I look at my friends' relationships with their mothers. And i can't help but envy them. I constantly ask myself why is it other people have close relationships with their parents and why is it i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i don't make the conscious effort to do so. I daren't speak on Mommy's part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, Mommy and i were talking in my room about cats and the new houses Daddy and her went to view. I loved it. As stupid as cats and houses being the topic, i really treasured the talk. It's been eons since we've talked like that. I miss those days when we could just talk about anything under the sun. Now, it's like 2 related people living under the same roof, but not talking to each other, not acknowledging the other's presence. What's the point then. Which brings me to the USSW thingy Mdm Low made us write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. What pretences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stage has been set for the play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-2970641083919127749?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2970641083919127749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=2970641083919127749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/2970641083919127749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/2970641083919127749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/yaaaaaaaaay-sustained-gold-award-for.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-1470566836738100761</id><published>2007-01-29T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:09:58.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case of the missing Amaths notebook: solved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally handed it in to Mdm Low, together with my USSW book. You couldn't imagine how shocked/relieved/stupid i felt when Mdm Low told me. In front of the whole class. Jas, i ain't no bimbo. I don't qualify as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem test was YAAAY(: Ponger and i ain't freaking out anymore. And Mr Chia is the love. No textbooks for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma was busy making random senseless statements in her notebook. So crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty for making Mark stay back to teach me Amaths and in the end, i did my own work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GraceD stole me sweet and my phone. The floorball doodes threw poor Van into the boy's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darn bus driver didn't wait for me. And i was right in front of the bus with my hand stretched out. I was so close to the bus i could even smack it can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had to wait for the next bus for like 20 mins. But i guess it was a good 20 mins. I talked to God. Maybe that was why i missed the bus. God wanted me to talk to Him and catch up. It was really good and timely i must say. I hadn't been feeling too well the whole day. Like PMSyish. Like rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off for tuition in about an hour's time. And Heng, Mand and i are gonna go make our dreaded ics tmr. RAWR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-1470566836738100761?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1470566836738100761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=1470566836738100761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1470566836738100761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1470566836738100761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/case-of-missing-amaths-notebook-solved.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-1673018604554135631</id><published>2007-01-28T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:21:37.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iPod is driving me nuts. I don't know how to manouevre it. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church today.&lt;br /&gt;Went out trekking to go give out brochures. Met Gid's cousin Melissa. Had fellowship lunch. Went off to ballet. Shawna says i'm the first ballerina she knows(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance!&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna do like Hip Hop for the performance. Honestly, eeew. I'd rather do modern! It's so abstract no one can really understand it. Retarded Rebecca was being annoying. Went to get my Skittles with Wee Wee Wee Sian. The sweets were supposed to accompany me when i study. but then i already finished eating them while trying to download songs to my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't properly studied for Chem test tmr. I am reeeally scared now. And frankly speaking, ever since sec 3 life started, i haven't stopped feeling like a dumbass brainless poophead cos i don't know how to do alot of thingamajiggys and cos whatever the teacher's teaching, i'm clueless about it. -Heaves a BIG sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'd better go off to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless me tomorrow. God bless you too(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-1673018604554135631?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1673018604554135631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=1673018604554135631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1673018604554135631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1673018604554135631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-1582934842829684913</id><published>2007-01-28T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T09:07:40.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Apologies for being MIA. Just swarmped with activities and was too lazy to go blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my ipod already! His name is ippie(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-1582934842829684913?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/1582934842829684913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=1582934842829684913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1582934842829684913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/1582934842829684913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/apologies-for-being-mia.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-5551444343804444457</id><published>2007-01-26T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:11:31.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger is stupid.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay. Stupid blogger just made me switch to the new blogger thingamajiggy. If i didn't, i wouldn't be able to sign in and post. Darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days were helluva crazy activities. Especially during classes and whatever nonsense. And some problematic issues(yes, again) which made everyone all cheesed out and frumpy. But that chapter's closed. Hopefully, never to be opened again. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are getting more and more fun! Like. YAY. Cos i was so afraid our class would be so quiet and monotonous. But but but! HAH. I guess you could say we're far from that now. Plus. With Ponger beside, Bimbo and Ang Huay infront, Stinker and JAAASMIN behind, how could anything be boring?! I meant to say that they're crazy fun. More of the crazy element i'm pretty sure. Even though my personal scribbling book has turned into a chatroom for them, i forgive em(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swanie Goh came to see us. I hope he brings ___ ___ next time! HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, more later. Gotta go bathe and get ready for ballet.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr i'm doing roll call btw. And i'm freaking out cos i've never done it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-5551444343804444457?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/5551444343804444457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=5551444343804444457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5551444343804444457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/5551444343804444457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116955747627946550</id><published>2007-01-23T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:12:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the sweet things came in a container. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and more other stuff which weren't small enough to cram into the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's so lovely i could kiss everyone. But nah. I won't:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you GB GIRLS. COUNCILLORS. CHURCHIES. TEACHERS. WHOEVER WISHED ME A HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you from deep deep deeeeep down i promise!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. We had a party. They threw us(jan babies) a party! They tried chasing Fahmi and i away so we ran off to hide from them. We had some ISSUES(yes, issues again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darn we just had to have this crying party. Chain reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam-whored. Which was so reviving. Even though i bet you my life i look crappy as always. I ain't much of a Tyra Banks photogenic dooode. Yeah, apologies(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zhang's my super ex girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah's my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so gonna marry WWM and name our kids Talullah(girl) and Sunny(guy).&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Jovy and Jasmin think i'm hot.&lt;br /&gt;Ponger thinks i'm brainless(but secretly i think it's cos she's feeling insecure that her bestfriend is Patrick Star. Like they say, bestfriends are kinda alike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes. Yesterday's ice cream with Sian turned out horrible! Went to Haagen Daz instead. We made the soooper wrong choice of taking Coffee and Cookies and Chocolate. BLEAH. It was so filling i could've just vomitted. So in the end, she forced herself to finish it and i just mixed and stirred whatever was leftover. Poor people cleaning up. Thanks for the clutch bestfriend! So i was so full i tried lying down on the comfy couch to have a nap but then the manager came over and i thought, 'forget it'. Wanted to get something at Mango but then we didn't. So we shopped at Popular(HAH!) and got our paper stuff. BESTFRIEND&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was just gonna do another blogpost crediting the well wishers, but then Mommy chased me off to bed but thankfully i drafted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to Daddy God for blessing me with 14 beautiful years of my life. Being with me through each step of the way, braving the storms of life for me. This 15th year, i pray that it won't be a another phase of my life where i lay out my goals but then fail to execute them. This year, i'm setting my goals more inclined towards serving. I guess what Miss Lum says i true. I don't necesarily have to serve in church because there are other 'unsung' areas in my life where i can develop my desire to serve. Say, like, helping others in school etc. So, i pray that this year, i can be able to just grow in my Daddy God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that, i commit and dedicate this 15th year to Him. And i will have faith that He will see it through to completetion and tweak it along the way to achieve what He thinks is perfection for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all truckloads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116955747627946550?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116955747627946550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116955747627946550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116955747627946550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116955747627946550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-sweet-things-came-in-container.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116945701072563902</id><published>2007-01-22T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:12:39.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel the love the love the love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMTIAN i'm so touched can.&lt;br /&gt;Even though my birthday didn't start out well cos my phone died. I didn't bring my retainer box. I didn't know there were 2 sides to the History WS. We had issues(ahem. GraceD and Yu'En). I had on and off tummy aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the good stuff over ruled the bad ones. Yes yes, i am so happy i could cry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so touched that so many people remembered my birthday. As in, people i never expected would remember, they remembered. When i got home just now, i was flooded with sms-es. And i took the time to reply each and every sms okay! Not mass reply some more. Personalised messages(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday wishes. The birthday hugs. The birthday presents. Ah, &lt;strong&gt;i feel so so so loved&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people i want to thank. But there's too many. I'm not showing off, don't get me wrong. Maybe later when i have the time. Cos after this, i'm gonna chiong hw and then Sian is gonna jio me out to Gelare. Even though it's my treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe i'll just state the people collectively. The churchies! The councillors! The GB-ers! The class! The teachers! Even some random people who don't even know me. HAHAHA! I never knew i was that popular. Okay, i shall brag no more. HEH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch y'all later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116945701072563902?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116945701072563902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116945701072563902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116945701072563902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116945701072563902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-love-love-love-omtian-im-so.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116938291468596337</id><published>2007-01-21T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:35:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I put up facades too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like this great pretender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeshkababs. I'm getting emo.&lt;br /&gt;And i shouldn't get emo cos today's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANDY'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy fifteenth Mand! Love you much much! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I feel so loved now. Getting bday wishes even when it's not yet my birthday. Ah. &lt;strong&gt;My friends are so sweet. &lt;/strong&gt;Yes, everyone of you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so touched that i could cry on instance. I'll give you credit tmr kays. I won't forget even if my life depended on it. Nah. I'd rather my life! HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i can meet up with my bday twin soon and we can go get our ICs together. UGH. ICs. the sign of a teen becoming of age. It's like an object of... of... old age. Ah! So depressing. And i should stop. Yes yes. Halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more hours and i'll be like. OLD. So intimidating. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116938291468596337?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116938291468596337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116938291468596337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116938291468596337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116938291468596337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-put-up-facades-too-much.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116920000582551976</id><published>2007-01-19T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:05:26.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know God really loves me.&lt;/strong&gt; Through the people he sends me, i can sense His love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Miss Lum. I am really grateful to have you as my BS leader. Despite seldom chatting, i know i can trust you alot alot ALOT. I'm just so touched that you're spending your time with us and just talking to us. It means alot to me since i don't have a spiritual mentor and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highly treasured friends of mine told me about the birthday party that they painstakingly planned just for my 15th birthday. When i heard it i was awestruck. I never knew that i meant so much to them that they'd be willing to sacrifice time money and effort to make my birthday a memorable one. An immense sense of heartfelt gratitude and love i felt for them. I was so touched up to the point of tearing. The whole day long, the main thought that was dominating my mind was the love they put into the party planning and everything. Despite the fact that the party's cancelled, to me, it doesn't matter. Because what matters to me is how i've been blessed by the grace of God with friends like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a far cry from where i was 2 years ago. Back then i was like so intimidated and fearful of making my friends unhappy. Resulting in me being so troubled by the simplest of things. Everyday without fail, i'd cry out to God in prayer. Asking me to deliver me from this nonsense. For a good half year, things continued looking bleak. I was so afraid as the days went by. But by God's grace, i broke out of the torture and now i finally understand why i had to go through that. Or the purpose of me going through that rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because now, whenever i see my friends who encounter what i experienced then, i know how to relate and i know what kind of emotions they're going through. I can genuinely strike a chord with them. Using my past, i really hope that God will just empower me to reach out to those in need and touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through God's power, and not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am sad to say that i am very guilty of neglecting my relationship with God. I admit that i took things forgranted. Worse, i took God forgranted. After delivering me from my troubles, (no doubt, i was very thankful to God but) i gradually grew to neglect God. Because my dark days were over, i often felt that there wasn't a need to pray so fervently anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speculated that God would forget me and leave me in the lurch because i am unworthy of His love. He proved me wrong. The whole birthday party issue is a classic example of what great friends God has blessed me with. Okay, let's not talk about the party. I'll just state how my friends have been encouraging me and cheering me up. How they've been by my side. How they've seen me at my worst and my best. No matter how i've treated God all this while, He never casted me aside and ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, when i face adversities, i know that my Daddy God is always there to brave the storms for me. And i know that even though i can't see the big picture, by faith, i know that God has a purpose for everything. Like Miss Lum said, using logic to comphrehend God will never work out. We need to live by faith. &lt;strong&gt;Faith. It's believing in something we cannot see or feel.&lt;/strong&gt; Believing that God works for the good for those who love Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i know i love my Daddy God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Daddy God for sending people who love me, into my life, &lt;strong&gt;each and every one&lt;/strong&gt; of them.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Daddy God for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: It's kinda rare for me to be disclosing so much of my past and personal info on a public forum where anyone in the world who has internet access can view my blog and know my private life. But i just thought i wanted to share my true feelings this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i've been masking or putting up a facade whenever i blog but yeah, this time, this post is from deep deep deeeeep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know it's not yet the weekends, but i will be rather busy the next 2 days so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116920000582551976?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116920000582551976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116920000582551976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116920000582551976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116920000582551976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-know-god-really-loves-me.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116903462046157958</id><published>2007-01-17T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:50:20.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There goes my life as a blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not literally, but neither is it metaphorically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be using the computer during the weekdays. Unless it's for school or council. Other than that, you won't find me anywhere near this google box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope blogging on the weekends only doesn't qualify me as a conformist. Cos i know everyone else is doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i conclude this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sze-Ern loves you from deep deep deeeeep down(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116903462046157958?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116903462046157958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116903462046157958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116903462046157958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116903462046157958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-goes-my-life-as-blogger.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116894263831980241</id><published>2007-01-16T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:17:18.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel like a juvenile delinquent. Walaooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot that i'll be taking Lit O Levels until Mr Rash mentioned it just now during tutorial discussion. Drats. I think i'd might as well give up Lit. It's all that razmuhtaz crap. I'm totally incapable of stringing coherent sentences to express my views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get the hang of History and i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Chem is confusing.&lt;br /&gt;Physics. Ack, don't start with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in one big heap of academic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Chong! If you want your letter, make Jovy write me one and make Jasmin write her one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURE BRED GEEK STAR?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I think naaawt! I'm the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PURE BRED SLEEK STAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116894263831980241?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116894263831980241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116894263831980241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116894263831980241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116894263831980241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-like-juvenile-delinquent.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116885269886310063</id><published>2007-01-15T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T17:18:19.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hah it rained today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's getting better.&lt;br /&gt;Classes getting funner and noisier.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers (very surprisingly) getting cuter and funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally slipped my mind that there's phototaking today. And another zit sprouted on my forehead. I couldn't hide it as much as i wanted to. My fringe was up and i was wearing my glasses. Now i'll turn out looking like a nerd with serious teenage facial issues. Stupid adolesence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school fun is always fun(: My new BOY FRIEND. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to go do homework and other more important stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116885269886310063?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116885269886310063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116885269886310063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116885269886310063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116885269886310063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/hah-it-rained-today.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116874430334203207</id><published>2007-01-14T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T11:11:43.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Blogger had issues again yesterday. So no post. Besides, i'm getting tired of blogging anyways. Too much of a good thing becomes bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a blast. The new cute ones! The sugared fun(messy but the bomb). The creative drills. The incessant gigglings at the studio. The dancing. The friends. The fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, too many. And too lazy to type all. TEEHEE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you're observant enough, i didn't go to church today. The whole family didn't. Daddy's sick. Mommy has to stay home to make Popo's lunch. Popo's nursing her wounds. The brothers are just plain lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for youth:&lt;br /&gt;But i'll have to be in proper uniform at Damai Sec for the edusave thingy. Hoo moolah come to mama:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no time, i guess i'll have enough to get my SONY CYBERSHOT(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dreading the fact that monday is just tomorrow. Not that i don't wanna go to school. But cos i haven't gotten my E Hist book and much less studied chap1 and done chap 2 notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: E Hist test. Tuition(if i manage to complete the hw)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Tutorial discussion and vetting with Mr Rash.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Amaths test. Drill.&lt;br /&gt;Thrsday: Drill.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: BS with Ms Lum. Monopoly! Dance.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: GB. Drill. Dance.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Mandy's BURFDAY! Haw. My birthday EVE(: Everyone please take hints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles my loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116874430334203207?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116874430334203207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116874430334203207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116874430334203207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116874430334203207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogger-had-issues-again-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116859097437749141</id><published>2007-01-12T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:55:30.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I loveee studying study groups(: Minus the fact that i have Fel Goh smacking my curvaceous butt(snigger) and Emma ranting on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on(okay enough) about blank and whoa, champion retard diane who smacked my head(on Zitty to be preicise) really really hard with my marker and disfigured me. My head turned red. Jol Tan was MIA cos she went to get her doughnuts from outside school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love fridays.&lt;/strong&gt; 2 periods of Chem. 2 periods of E. Lit. Recess at 8.45. School ends at 12.45. Dance at 7.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocab test and surprise Emath test today. Next Weds, Amaths test. Btw, i seem to be cultivating a bad feeling towards Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So. Other than that, classes today aren't that worth a bloggable topic today. Or maybe it's just my seemingly feasible excuse to get out of recalling the whole day's incidents which i appear to have forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are sneaky ants crawling up the wall and fat black lizards are creeping all over celings. We gotta move out of here soon. Before they start invading our house and become the superior kind. RAWR the stupid crawlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate the council door code thingy. I hate how it seems to have a mind(a scheming one nevertheless) of its own. Constantly making me look like a 'tard infront of everyone. Some even offer to help me push it open or hold it shut or whatever! Imagine that, so embarrassing can. No no, not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go off to do research on Eliz Choy for badgework project and read Heartland to prepare for tutorials next next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Excuse yesterday's emo post. I just needed some ranting space and to let everything out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S If WWM really turns out to be gay, everybody had better watch out because i might just bite off your head in a fit of anger. Really! I'm highly enraged by the warped fact that cute guys eventually succumb to the lures of the dark side. The homo side that is. Sheeshkababs darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116859097437749141?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116859097437749141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116859097437749141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116859097437749141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116859097437749141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-loveee-studying-study-groups-minus.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116851802959586831</id><published>2007-01-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:49:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we morph into a whole other being. And we're entangled in a tussle between the past and the present. We confuse ourselves, and then get into this stupid frenzy, desperately trying to shove away the blame. But eventually realising that we have no one else to blame but ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE TELL ME WENTWORTH IS NOT GAY.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't take another blow. They call him The Most Eligible Homo In Hollywood. This cannot be true. MOMMYYY!&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to go bury myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ground. HEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116851802959586831?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116851802959586831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116851802959586831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116851802959586831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116851802959586831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-we-morph-into-whole-other.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116843171154998980</id><published>2007-01-10T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:25:51.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had a 10 hour sleep yesterday. 1 hour nap plus 9 hours sleep. So why am i still so tired?! Am i sleeping too long? Nah nonsense. Whatever la, i shall leave that mystery unsolved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywoos. Listening to Jack Johnson's CD. Courtesy of Shawnie(: Thanks doode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting earlyyy this morning. We finally got the chocolates that i thought were lost or worse, stashed away by Mark Louis Yong PENG HAO(i still prefer Peng Hao to Zhi Peng).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to recess. Shared some food with Emma. And i just remembered that she's sick! Ohtian, Daddy God, please boost my immune system! That girl was the PMS queen for the day. See Blank=happy. Blank out of sight=emo. Stupid bimbaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RG wasn't in school today. Wah. I wonder how she's gonna cope. She missed so many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like AMaths. Mrs wong ah Mrs Wong. She was ultra slow yesterday. She was ultra fast today. When will we get her to go at moderate speed! But she's hilarious can. 'Eh eh! Why are you not listening? Listen listen! Very interesting! No! Very EXCITING!' Champion the cute(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drill was BLEAH. Cos i don't know why today the ground wasn't in favour of us doing slow march. I couldn't do once perfectly:\ Rawr. And we kept bumping into the BB guys who were rehearsing for BB day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Emi for that rejuvenating massage. No wonder Xiu Yin didn't wanna get up and let me get some massage. It was guuuuuuuuud(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was too mundane to win a place here on my blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this nonsense trash post. I'm not putting enough effort into it. Got to go eat dinner and then chiong hw. Studied and revised a little this morning, so it ain't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I got Kannapan as my lab partner! Ah happy happy(: JolTan says he's loads of fun! YAAAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116843171154998980?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116843171154998980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116843171154998980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116843171154998980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116843171154998980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-had-10-hour-sleep-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116833717293987860</id><published>2007-01-09T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:13:52.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i remembered correctly, Mr Bakar was funnier than ever today during Chem and CD2. I guess it made up for the lack of laughter during E Lit. Mr Rash! Whyyy:&lt;br /&gt;I hope tutorial groups will be fun(: I know it will be fun(: And i really want to choose our lab partners tomorrow for Physics! Boy, that was a random string of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went smoothly today. Not many glitches. Phew. It's getting to be quite of a fair challenge to get past a day without any mishaps. Try hard as i might, problems always somehow find a way to rudely budge in and spoil that moment or sometimes, the whole day. But i guess that after all i've learnt from the daily QT sessions, i've been finding it a tad easier to handle these crazy happenings. You go YP(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe PE wasn't ideal. The new teacher is funny. And i am very very very 100% sure that last year i was taller than this year. Woo, BH, and I shrank by 3cm. So it obviously means that its the measuring thing's fault! Either that or it's cos Hemant has parallex error. So now i'm like this short short fat fat UGH heavy tree trunk stump:\ Oprahhhh Winfreyyy! Where are you when i need you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes, cheena. I guess that'll perpetually be on my list of 'not so good' day happenings. Group work was HAH pointless i guess. Cos no matter where or who we worked with, the main issue is that we still don't understand a word Mdm Yuan is saying:\ I'm so gonna flunk chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Emma and Fel to MacDs at Tamp interchange. Rainbow connection partner(: Fel left us to go Whitesands to get her chicken rice. So Emma and i had our 2 people world while Fel had her loner one person world(: Ah, we repent. But whatever! We've both eaten our nonsense and there's no turning back. I'll just rely on Oprah and Fergie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go for BS today cos i changed tuition timing to today. And in the end, there isn't any tuition today cos i forgot to do hw and Mommy says not to go. Cos i'll just be wasting time there. So in the end, i took a 1hr nap right away, woke up, bathed, did all the homework(: So later i can go revise what was taught today! Ah i feel so accomplished. A first in a longgg time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny's staying over for a few weeks. She's just got her eye surgery done. And she has this coolio looking metal contraption over her right eye. She's gonna be sleeping in my room so i'll have to bunk in with the brothers. Which means no late night singing:\ But who cares. I love my granny(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very agree with the ppt Mr B showed us. It's really impressive and enlightening to have an insight to what 4-8 year olds think of the four lettered word, LOVE. I shall continue this discussion with quotes from the ppt. &lt;em&gt;'Love is when...My grandma can't paint her nails because she has arthritis, so my Grandpa paints them for her. Even though he also has arthritis.' 'Love is...when two people have been friends for a long time and are still friends.'&lt;/em&gt; For the time being i shall just leave it as 2 quotes cos i can't recall the others. But I could really see the difference between the supposedly more 'grown up' more 'mature' more 'wordly wise' teenagers and adults versus the supposedly(note: the word here is 'supposedly') 'not fully developed minds' and the 'less indepth' school of thought of the youngens. What these 4-8 year old kids here have, is that innocence, that purity, that simplicity, that uncorrupted perception of a simple four lettered word. I'm starting to feel ashamed of myself. And many a time, i feel that we abuse the word 'love'. After a while, the word starts to lose it's original meaning and uttering that word may just be standard operating procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could ramble on if i had the luxury of time, but very clearly, i don't. So pardon me. I'll continue this another time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon. Or maybe not. Cos i'm contemplating not blogging during weekdays. Shifting everything to the weekends. That way i won't get distracted so much and i will be able to get things done. Eliminate the stress. Yes yes good idea don't you think? I say yes. What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116833717293987860?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116833717293987860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116833717293987860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116833717293987860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116833717293987860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-i-remembered-correctly-mr-bakar-was.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116825014796434506</id><published>2007-01-08T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:13:42.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thought i had food poisoning last night. Sharp piercing pains in my abdomen the moment we got home from dinner at Suki. I suspected the sushi. Cos it was quite a disturbing sight at the restaurant. But then again, my system, however efficient, wouldn't be able to process the food that quick. So i gave it a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i cried cos of the pain. So imagine how bad it was:&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how good Norah Jones is. Where have i been all this while! I love love love her(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was off to a bad start:\ Cheena lessons are saddening. Mdm Yuan makes me sadder:'( She made a few of us stay back to finish up the HAs. And i'm telling you, i've never done so much chinese writing in such a short time span ever. Came to the realisation that SURPRISE SURPRISE, i forgot how to even write simple characters:\ And OH! Thank you many many many JolTan for the references(: Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day whizzed by.&lt;br /&gt;Emaths was the usual.&lt;br /&gt;SS lessons are kinda nice cos Mrs Alina Tan's taking us!&lt;br /&gt;History(: Ms Tan yaaay! I hope she was like last year. Nice warm sweet on the inside although always covered in an exterior shell of harshness.&lt;br /&gt;Chem lessons are da bomb yo. Mr Bakar felt corny today i guess. But somehow his corny jokes make me laugh still. FWEEHEE(:&lt;br /&gt;Physics was kinda dead cos all we did was copy rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free pizza lunch! Ah faints. (I'm feeling guiltier as the minute goes by; having all the cheese and fats tossing and turning in my tummy) Only two slices down and already very full. Got thrown out of the DIC when trying to peep out to find fel and yuenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept discussing about the new presidency and blah. Ah so pressure can. Yes, even just hearing it and yes, even though i'm not gonna run for it. You go Grace Dimmick Hui Ping! You know what i'm referring to(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dullah thinks he so big just cos he's taller than me. And he's always telling racist jokes. But he's crazy fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost went home alone cos the rest all went over to TM to shop for stuff they prolly wouldn't need. Thank goodness RG didn't get waylaid by them evil shopaholics with disposable cash. if not i would've been lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling lethargic. I wanna go nap. But i have a mountian of who-knows-what things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles and God bless. LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprise &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couldn't find it in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i'm sure it's written all over my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116825014796434506?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116825014796434506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116825014796434506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116825014796434506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116825014796434506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-thought-i-had-food-poisoning-last.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116816748675384504</id><published>2007-01-07T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:21:56.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah! Finally i can get this skin back on. Yo Jim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves church many many(: Combined today. And i can't wait for Youth Worship Concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love Debs' earrings! Clara's handiwork. They're made of laquered &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FROOTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOPS&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Of all the things in the world, it had to be frooty loops. Coincidental! Ah shocking! But very happy. I'm so gonna get my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service today was surprisingly uncheem. Sarah and Hannah were writing down the words that Pastor mispronounced. Kids these days. Sheesh. Jon Wee farted during prayer and our whole area was shaking with controlled laughter and unknowingly loud whispers until Caleb kinda told us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bunch of them went off to Vivo to catch Night at the Museum without me:\ Left for ballet. Which was kinda unfruitful today sadly. But then i had my fun laughing as well. Alicia the Mermaid! HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i wrote my name under the 'Service' category. Together with RW. Finally i feel as if i'm involved. There's this unspoken sense of belonging now. It's really an improvement in my opinion. From where i was to where i am now, it's a totally different story altogether. My only prayer now is that the fire in me will just continue growing and i know, by faith, that God will be preventing it from fading away and disappearing, spiralling back to worse than where it was before. It's all glory to God alone. Thank You Daddy God(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scrounging around for something to munch on and i found a Nutella(: Forget the diets Emma! I want foooooood! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's back to the last minute chiongings of cheena hw. ACK it kills. Heartland is kinda intriguing. Like it takes on different perspectives of the different personas as the story goes by. Good job Mr. Rash(: Haven't read SS yet:&lt;br /&gt;To the cheena beena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from deep down(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116816748675384504?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116816748675384504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116816748675384504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116816748675384504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116816748675384504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/ah-finally-i-can-get-this-skin-back-on.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116807722474944312</id><published>2007-01-06T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:04:59.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay! Sorry for that skin issue. I've already tried tweaking the code but gave up cos it didn't work out. So i'm using this instead(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us decided not to skip the whole day's worth of classes and go to the OSG.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still glad we didn't. Even though it may mean that we'll all lose that pizza treat from uncle Im Sung:\ Lit was the love. So was Chem. Ah! I've got possibly the funnest most entertaining teachers(: You go Mr. Rash and Mr. Bakar! School somehow always gets my spirits up. Strange i know. But i mean it. Especially when i see my friends(: Many many many loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hildan torch final rehearsal was hah fun(: All our trainings paid off. The sec 2s did a splendid job! Thank you RG for training them. I know how much agony you had to go through, doing those cheesy actions. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Potatohead was being his usual self. CORNY. Like CORN CORNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacking is the ultimate. Mr. Kwok said that whoever could guess the right number of carps in the pond would get a free lunch from him. We lost:\ Those silly 19 fishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to go put on our blazers stockings and courtshoes and got ready for HT. Stockings get on my nerves. Yuenny wanted to rip hers apart. FWAHA! RG and i were burning in our blazers and we had to usher the VIPs. Ushering was bleah cos we blundered:\ I saw RuiWen(: Yaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Strawberry and his old friend Gabriel are the cutest ever. I love them muchly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with the councillors was as crazy as crazy fun could be. AB. DULLAH! was so funny the whole day. Cracking racist jokes and then blaming us for continuing with the fun. Fifi and Yuenny were a lil drunk upon seeing the tarts and puffs. Fel and i were just being mature and ignoring the hulabaloo(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 10.30pm but at least i had Daddy to pick me up. I really dislike nightlife. So dark and spooky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GB today. More later(: Got to go get ready for dance. No transport today so Sian and i are going there ourselves. Which isn't so bad cos in any case, if we're late, i'll have her to &lt;em&gt;pei&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not cut out for ballet:\ I know i shouldn't be degrading myself but i can't help it everytime i go for class. Like seeing Wen Ying automatically gets me depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Today was looney dance day(: Alicia got Sian and i high first, then we couldn't stop. Kinda like OBS! When Tricia and i laughed our butts off(: FUNFUNFUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church tmr(: I wanna go watch Night at the Museum with the rest! But i've got dance again. Plus i have to cheena homework and read SS textie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all(:&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116807722474944312?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116807722474944312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116807722474944312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116807722474944312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116807722474944312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-sorry-for-that-skin-issue.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116791890074328558</id><published>2007-01-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:55:01.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's got to either be the rain or the PMS that's got me all bummed:\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed so much that i don't even see tinges of my old self anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The things which i used to ostracise, i now do.&lt;br /&gt;The beloved friends i used to be stuck at the hip to, i now am so unstuck to.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's changing. Or maybe it's just me. And my overactive imagination.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, today's kinda a badbadbad day:\ And i'm not looking at the bright side of things which is very contradictive when comparing to my new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSG. We were as usual getting high on the cream puffs and curry puffs(forget that diet thing Emma!) especially Mr Fik. That crazy doode. Couldn't keep his hands off the food for a second. You see him, and you'll find food nearby. I'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry and Allie are the love! The cute ones. The pretty ones. Felly, Strawberry's mine! You can have Allie though. GraceD is such havoc. Note that please. And the rest were just as bad! Fel and i left to go talk to Miss Koh. She's veryyy cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to scoot to go wrap the texties. And tomorrow's one of those days where we have loads to bring. Chem. Lit. Emaths. Amaths. I can practically see myself shrinking already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then shall go off and do QT(:(finally a smiley face! God makes me happy!) I need Daddy God! But i guess God has some underlying meaning or lessons to be learnt in every single thing. I just gotta look deeper than the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my wheel God, work Your wonders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles and God bless&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116791890074328558?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116791890074328558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116791890074328558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116791890074328558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116791890074328558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-got-to-either-be-rain-or-pms-thats.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116782971835164692</id><published>2007-01-03T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:08:38.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think i may like stop blogging for a while. Like reduce the number of times i do post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;IF THAT'S POSSIBLE! I kinda doubt myself too. Like i'd be able to resist the stupid wraths of technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Emma's not doing too well either. Big blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Off to have dinner. Having dinner so late is fattening. AH i gotta stop all this. HAHAHA. But don't worry, i ain't an ano being for sure(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God bless you all! &lt;33333&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/12232014-116782971835164692?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116782971835164692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116782971835164692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116782971835164692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116782971835164692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-i-may-like-stop-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116782396780955469</id><published>2007-01-03T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:54:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, this skin you see here is for temporary purposes. Because i wanted to find a prettier skin first(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the million dollar answer to the million dollar question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was. &lt;strong&gt;Sluggish&lt;/strong&gt;. I am not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the cohort was having the bonding time with their classes, a few of us had to be plucked out of class to go facilitate the sec one orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for facilitate cos all we were doing was bumming around. Me shooting my spoilt rubberband at GraceD. GraceD trying to break her back carrying me. Joseph slacking on the job. RG going crazy about her MCCHICKENS(snicker!). Yu'En trying to kiss me and get Leonard and Ping Hwee to take a shot of it to make (*) _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got bored of the PE porch and moved on to the council room. In there worse. GraceD was playing the guitar while we were singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt as if we had free periods the whole day. Or like skipping class. And we'll have to do the same thing again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTBUTBUT. Lessons proper are starting tomorrow from 7th period onwards and we'll have to skip the whole day of school just to go back to the old school grounds for the third year in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSG was the same as usual year in year out. But the CrossOver ministry people there are bananas of fun(: And miss tan's such a cool admin worker too! Okay, that's some consolation though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and friday's rehearsals are going to be gruelling. But i guess it'll be worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the first day. Now i gotta go call the recruitment.souvenior comm for tomorrow's CCA orientation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY Mr Bakar! M. R. B. A. K. A. R! You go new formie(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116782396780955469?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116782396780955469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116782396780955469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116782396780955469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116782396780955469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-this-skin-you-see-here-is-for.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116772343343952232</id><published>2007-01-02T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:27:11.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate ulcers. Especially if they're on the tongue. UGH. It's hurting like bananas now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During YC06, i had one that sprouted on the tip of my tongue(towards the right). And just four days ago, it disappeared. But only to have another one(towards the left) appear the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR RAWR RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts:&lt;br /&gt;Searching for another skin. Fel! My skin hunting partner! Where are you? Come help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet at 9am this morning. I woke up at 9.15. I had actually woken up at 7.45 but i disabled my alarm and went back to the Zs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting only took a short while and then i couldn't take it anymore. Went to get some hotcakes with Van and RG. RG stole mine actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the library with RG. Aiyo. That girl didn't tell me she's coming back and i didn't bring my library books to return. They're overdue btw. &lt;strong&gt;Very overdue&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to TM cos that pooter needed to get her studs. In the end, she went to Sembawang to reserve her MCFLY cd. I saw the &lt;strong&gt;U218&lt;/strong&gt; oneee! Ah love it. But i didn't bring enough moolah so i didn't get it. Talking about U2, they're doing the Zoo whatever thing live later on! Channel 5(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mount Zion looked like they didn't have the VeggieTales stock:\ Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to rent DVDs to choing. But then as usual, no money. So we ended up standing in front of the tv screens they had there and watching the shows. So cheapskate right? But whatever! At least we didn't have to pay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah RG, i'm glad that we spent time together. Like finally after so long. But then again, we'll be seeing each other tomorrow. Everyday for the coming year. I hope we do not get sick of each other's faces or piss each other off! HAHAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's officially starting tomorrow. I still am clueless about the whole orientation thing. What time and where. AND! I don't wanna miss class cos i want to get to know the new classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lunch today! Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Daddy was bugging me for the comp. But he gave up and went to play xbox(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116772343343952232?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116772343343952232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116772343343952232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116772343343952232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116772343343952232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hate-ulcers.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116764545722220207</id><published>2007-01-01T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:11:27.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaboombah!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i tried playing Mall Tycoon Deluxe. But i gave up after reading the scenarios. So technically, i didn't try playing at all cos i hadn't even started playing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now switched over to playing games on Nick.com. I reeeally wanna play Neopets but i forgot my username and pw. Which is so typical of me. I should change. But on second thoughts, it'll prevent me from playing too much crap! HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 70% done with the stickers(: YAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The road to hell is paved with good intentions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate the KISSES i intended to give to Heng. I hope that pooter doesn't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass x Velocity = Momentum. MadLabs is cool fun! And so is MythBusters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just reading the first chapter of HeartLand and i thought: What hot soup have i got myself into.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you! The book's as cheem as Einstein. Oh boy. Daddy God please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116764545722220207?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116764545722220207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116764545722220207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116764545722220207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116764545722220207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/kaboombah.html' title='kaboombah!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116763655111055521</id><published>2007-01-01T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:51:35.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sze-Ern's resolutions for year 2007:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) More consistency in doing QT.&lt;em&gt; (JUL! Our promise! Don't forget!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sleep early the day before service so that i won't be half asleep during sermons.&lt;br /&gt;3) DIET! &lt;em&gt;(Emma, you'd better back me up on this. Don't PS me.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Will power to combat the evil lures of the google boxes.&lt;br /&gt;5) Stop snacking on junk crap so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only reveal that much(: The rest i shall keep private. HEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116763655111055521?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116763655111055521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116763655111055521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116763655111055521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116763655111055521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116762954338545765</id><published>2007-01-01T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:47:44.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new start!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;APPY NOO YEER(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, a new year. A new start. 2007. 2006 has been good to me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Daddy God(: You've blessed me in ways i could never imagine. All those times, You were always there with me. Every step of the way. Through my ups and downs; downs being the more prominent ones, You've never let me down. I love you Daddy God. Thank You for everything you've blessed me with in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was long:\ And so RW and i decided to brush up on our chinese. We used the Chinese service's bulletin to practice. Then we tried breaking the lollipop stick in half. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. I pity ZhiWei and his car. Okay, maybe not his. Uncle Swee Hin car then. It was reeking of WONTON MEE. The flour, the eggs, the tomato sauce. WAH. Horrid but heh evil fun:D HAPPY BDAY ZHIWEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the youths had our own WatchNight service(: I guess it was tons better than the adult's one. HEE.Oh plus, we had our very own mini countdown party!With party poppers, snow shakers, crazy ribbons, shrill laughter, shrieking, flickering cameras, stupid noises, crazy fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flour-cake game. We were all having a heart attack cos the flour thingy got smaller and smaller. Poor Julian Uncle Bobby and someone else. Pretty flour-ed dudes(: Charades. Darn. Why did Jon have to go do some abstract nonsense. I was too busy laughing at his actions to guess. We lost, if you wanted to know. All the brains were on the other side and the bimbos were on our side JiaMin claimed. RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down was nuts! JiaMin was holding the snow shaker thingaloid. So i asked her to spray some on Poon's face and then molest him. Something like the Banglas and the aerosol sprays! HEE(: Then he poked me. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started messing up everything there. The poor room. It was slippery soapy and slimy and we still had to use the room afterward for the CampEcho! -Shakes head. I tell you, it was so messy and smelly that when my mom came in to see what we were doing, she thought we were drinking and clubbing! FWAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! So angry. Cos if we'd stayed a bitty bit longer in church after everything ended, then we'd be able to go hang out at the Yap's. And Beh only called Jek AFTER we reached home. Mommy didn't allow us to go cos the Yaps stay like on the opp. side of Sg from our house! So no stayover:&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realise how much i love the churchies. Initially, i was skeptical about everything. Like whether things would work out fine and stuff. But after YC06, i feel so part of the BROTHERHOOD(snicker). So accepted. I guess that's what most teenagers are trying to find all through their teenage life. I'm thankful that i've found some acceptance(: Hopefully, through more of these crazy activities, we'd all just bond together like super elephant glue(okay, forget the elephant glue. Too gross for my liking) Now, if only, Jo would come to realise that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 2007 bring forth joy and happiness to you all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Sze-Ern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116762954338545765?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116762954338545765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116762954338545765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116762954338545765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116762954338545765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-start.html' title='A new start!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116754999204978634</id><published>2006-12-31T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T16:00:48.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up and went to IKEA for brunch with the family. It was madness over there. And i've concluded that the kitchen display rooms there are fun(: We ended up pretending to be in a casino playing Black Jack while sitting at the dining table. Ming was the dealer who couldn't deal. The rest of us were the high rollers(: What fun. Not to mention, embarrassment. And i saw the prettiest toddler! She had really pretty eyes and gorgeous hair. Natural soft curls. OhTian, i'm going gaga. And did i mention that she's a toddler? I bet she'll be a beauty next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, &lt;strong&gt;i love Goh Wee Sian/Goh Wee Wee/Sian/Sianny/BESTIE.&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for that lovely present(: I loveee it! But next time please don't be so cheapskate can! Reuse the wrapping paper which i wrapped your bday present in to wrap my x'mas present. And the worst thing is, now i can't reuse it for your bday present cos you wrote on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong makes us go crazy with laughter. The whole class basically, and maybe even Mrs Lim. Or maybe he just irritates her. FWAHA! He's just so cartoon. Like a thousand times worse than Mr Bean. He giggles like a school girl! He's roughly in his late 50s or early 60s. I mean, seriously come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess ballet classes are the perfect time to feel fat, threaten to become ano AND feel depressed all at one go. Not alot i'd say. Like i mean, with people like XingWei and Leslie(they look very much alike anyways) who are skinny skinny skeeeny! And with superb dancers like Wen Ying and Lauren who'd put Wong Li Lin to shame(okay, fine. I'm obviously distorting the facts, but who cares!), i guess i can give up dancing for the rest of my life. RAWR. This stinks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles cos blogging is getting mundane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116754999204978634?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116754999204978634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116754999204978634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116754999204978634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116754999204978634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/woke-up-and-went-to-ikea-for-brunch.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116747147537968817</id><published>2006-12-30T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:37:55.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from school and guess what! The NB is finally done(: Up and running! Just that the notices are outdated. But whatever. What matters is the design. We created a huge mess there and it was crazy. Like as if some typhoon passed through. And we were all too tired to pick up the tiny pieces of paper and other crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i said was Curse Of The Ghim Huay(Golden Flower) and Carmen Koh couldn't stop giggling. Even after so long, whenever she thinks of what i said, she'll burst out into uncontrollable laughter. Crazy girl. The Huay Comm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was great fun(: Our comm is such a joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 on Channel 5 is freaking cool! As cool as CSI:Miami! OhTian, gorgeous. But i just don't get the plot. Too fu za. And there aren't any nice guys to oogle at! Oh no, i didn't just say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry wungry aungry! But i'd better not eat or else i'll puke later during dance. And i pray that my knees won't collapse again. And i won't have any more abrasions:\ EEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go bathe now. After all that hulabaloo in school, i think we all stink. STEEEEEEEEEEENKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116747147537968817?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116747147537968817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116747147537968817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116747147537968817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116747147537968817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-school-and-guess-what-nb-is.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116739949999109190</id><published>2006-12-29T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:38:20.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dance(: Good just that my knees were very painful. I almost fell to my feet(not figuratively speaking)! Alisa is nice(: And Val found out i was from St.Hil's cos she saw my uniform. Yeah, i went to class in uniform. I had to lug everything(ballet gear and Exco stuff) to school. Sian finally relented and was willing to accompany me on the MRT to Tamp(: The poor girl was nauseous. &lt;strong&gt;I hope you're feeling much better now after sucking on that salty(eew) sour plum and a shiok nap!&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the conference room reeeally late and i thought Mr Kwok would start railing at me. But in the end he greeted me with a 'Hello ballerina!'. Honestly i was shocked. Everyone burst into spontaneous laughter. The CR was freezing can! Okay, not that freezing la. Not for me at least. I could see everyone else sitting on their hands to keep 'em warm and toasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear cling clang-ings outside. I think the neighbours are in a STOMP fiesta. &lt;strong&gt;SHEESHKABABS&lt;/strong&gt;. Someone save me from the racket. It's kinda like Emma and her drillings, only, not as bad(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jem for the cute Jap lemon flavoured chewing gum! &lt;strong&gt;Hope you enjoy your KISSES&lt;/strong&gt;(snicker)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You too, Yu'enny and RachTan. Talking about Yu'en. I'm sure Mr Kwok named his baby daughter after her. I mean, it's too coincidental can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Went home to find Sam Kau at home.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: &lt;em&gt;-Opens the door. &lt;/em&gt;Hi dear! Sam Kau's here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? Hi Sam Kau!&lt;br /&gt;Sam Kau: Hi Ah Yan! Whoa, you're taller than your Mommy already huh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Giggles sheepishly. (I had to act modest. It was only right!)&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Yeah lor.&lt;br /&gt;Sam Kau: &lt;em&gt;-To Mommy.&lt;/em&gt; But then again hor, everyone is taller than you leh.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: &lt;em&gt;-To Sam Kau. &lt;/em&gt;Whoa, thanks ah!&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, Ah Yan is my cantonese name and it's what everyone in my Mommy's side of the family calls me. I have an older cousin who's cantonese name is also Yan. So, she's the &lt;em&gt;Dai Yan&lt;/em&gt; and i'm the &lt;em&gt;Sai Yan&lt;/em&gt;. Big Yan and Small Yan for the benefit of those who don't know cantonese(: Relatives on Daddy's side call me either 'Ern' or 'Ernie'. Especially Auntie Lucy, JieJie Ly-Ann and Auntie MiMi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is getting dry. Talking about dry, it hasn't rained today! PHEWPHEET! But the rain's nice too. Especially when you're at home in the comforts of your big squishy bed. AH, the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116739949999109190?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116739949999109190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116739949999109190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116739949999109190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116739949999109190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/dance-good-just-that-my-knees-were.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116736592017049210</id><published>2006-12-29T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:52:32.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH GOOSHIES. FINALLY THIS THING WORKS. Got tired of waiting for the page to load so i decided not to post yesterday(: Silly earthquake in Taiwan. Silly under-sea cables! Practically every year end, there'll be some major disaster. Like the tsunami. What bad ways to end the year. Sigh, i'm sure God's trying to tell us something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, yesterday was soooper fun playing out in the rain with JolTan. We stepped on big puddles and tried drenching each other. Reminded me of that time when Fel, RG, Jul and i did that too(: Sweet sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming tried clipping my Patrick Star keychain onto his ear to make it look like an earring! I've even got pictorial evidence(: Upload it sometime later cos i have to go get ready for dance class. Then rush off for exco meeting after that. Prolly won't have any time for lunch:&lt;br /&gt;These few days i've been having the wierdest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 nights ago, i dreamt that i WAS MADE to marry this unknown guy from school whom i've never talked to. The wedding was on a cruise ship GOING TO THE OBS CAMPSITE, infront of the church congregation which suddenly seemed 10 times bigger. I remember telling Mommy in the dream: 'Ma! I don't even know him, how can i marry him! I don't wanna waste my life away with this unknown person. And i'm scared Ma. Don't make me do this please!' I woke up and started laughing. Texted Emma, RG and Fel about my dream. They wondered if the guy was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just last night, i dreamt that the whole sec 2 level(06 batch), went on an excursion to some obscure place in ChinaTown i think. And i ended up getting really really really mad at * and *. Like those so-mad-till-i-can-kill-you kind of mad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i gotta scoot now. If not i'll be late for dance and i won't have time to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116736592017049210?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116736592017049210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116736592017049210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116736592017049210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116736592017049210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-gooshies.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116721942047927062</id><published>2006-12-27T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T19:48:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FWA! I spit a whole mouthful of soyabean milk onto Emma. She was standing right in front of me when i choked on the drink and POW! everything was sprayed everywhere. &lt;strong&gt;ESPECIALLY ON EMMA ZHANG(:&lt;/strong&gt; I rock, i know! But if you wanna say it again, i'd be more than happy to hear(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Emma, i read your Wed's 12.40am post. Thanks for that paragraph about me. I'm serious. No sarcasm whatsoever at all. It meant alot. Just that simple chunk of words, it meant alot(Darn! I sound like i'm your les partner. EEW btw).&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I can't tag you cos Maw says that there was an earthquake in Taiwan and there's some problems with the connection or whatever:\&lt;strong&gt; I love you bimbo&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. Last night, just when i thought everyone forgot about me. Forgot everything associated with me(Namely, my birthday. Which wasn't yesterday btw. HAHAHA), Daddy God sent me Sianny to shake me off that perception. &lt;strong&gt;I love you many many, Sian&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Daddy God has been really good to me. &lt;u&gt;Especially&lt;/u&gt; when i don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i really cannot do the job of an i/c. Today was the classic example. Things were so badly organised that i really wanted to just hide in the toilet cos i was afraid Carol would scold me! Sigh. But i hope everyone had fun just bumming around and listening to music. Other than that, i guess you could say i was a failure:\ Strangely though, we actually finished the souveniors! However, they were so messy and all. Like sloppy! But nvm, at least we got things done! There's always a silver lining like they'd say(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went WALKING around practically the whole of Tamp. area to find doctors who were available and willing to help with the Geog project. Only 1 out of 12 doctors offered to help. There was another one at Raffles Medical who asked us to go back again to check. AH! And JolTan and i love Meeta the nurse(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JolTan is such a good motivator(: She kept encouraging me to go on and not give up cos if not, we'd give Mrs Leong and ourselves more trouble. I feel so bad that i kept asking her not to talk to me if not i'd bite her head off cos i was tired and angry and it wasn't a good day for me. But in the end, we still talked! HAHAHA. I&lt;strong&gt; love you too JolTan&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many 'I love you...' sentences today. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116721942047927062?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116721942047927062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116721942047927062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116721942047927062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116721942047927062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/fwa-i-spit-whole-mouthful-of-soyabean.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116713228274830265</id><published>2006-12-26T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:08:51.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We did alot of Geog research today(: I'm satisfied yay! But still have to continue it later. And of all times, the doctors had to be closed when JolTan and i wanted to go get info. Both doctors somemore! RAWR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but we had fun right Jol? Looking at the funny Ologies website. The study of elephant skin. FWAHAHA! We were laughing like siao and i think Leonard to irritated. Oh well(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skittles are the love! The sour ones just hurt my mouth. Too much acid in the sour thing. The original ones are superb though(: I love skittles(HINT HINT HINT)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, got to go have some dinner and watch PCK. Hae Bee Hiam and VR. Darnbanana funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116713228274830265?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116713228274830265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116713228274830265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116713228274830265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116713228274830265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-did-alot-of-geog-research-today-im.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116703069259030267</id><published>2006-12-25T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T15:19:48.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The theory of parallel universes states that with every decision we make, there are an infinite amount of other choices that another version of ourselves is living out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on some parallel Earth elsewhere, the parallel me is spending a whopping great time partying and just spending quality time with the ones she loves. Her family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, the original me, is sitting in front of the computer screen and typing away this post. Listening to her brothers and thier friends play xbox and have a crazy time. Watching Daddy fiddle with his Treo. Waiting for Mommy to get up from her slumber. Basically meaning, that i'm a loner this christmas. Maybe i'll go grab Emma and we can spend our this christmas together cam-HOR-ing and acting bimbotic. Since she's also spending it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Nah, i won't(: Even though she's crazy fun to be with, she's still as annoying as a bimbotic woodpecker! HEH. She and her nonsense about titanic. I want LA's dvd from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to her blog and decided to take the quiz she took. It's been a while since i last took a quiz anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to YOUR PROFILE and list the last 10 people who have given you testimonials. If someone has given you a testimonial twice, skip to the next new person; don't repeat the same name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Isabel&lt;br /&gt;2) Felicia&lt;br /&gt;3) ZhiYin&lt;br /&gt;4) ChienMay&lt;br /&gt;5) Basia&lt;br /&gt;6) Su-Lynn&lt;br /&gt;7) RachelG&lt;br /&gt;8) Maween&lt;br /&gt;9) Avryl&lt;br /&gt;10) Tricia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever gotten in trouble with 8?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Maween) Not that i can remember of. But if we really did get in trouble, i'd guess it'd be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How often do you talk to 4?&lt;br /&gt;A: (ChienMay) Not very often since after NDP:\ But we talked up a storm then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is number 1 handsome/pretty?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Isabel) She's sweet looking and very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever kissed 3?&lt;br /&gt;A: (ZhiYin) NO. But she tried to force kiss me before! ZY!Don't think i forgot okay! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is 3 in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;A: (ZhiYin) DUH! Ahem ahem ZY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What would you get 6 for their birthday?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Su-Lynn) Give her a ton of BIG BEAR HUGS! She loves those(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever been to 2's house?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Felicia) NO:\ Maybe i'll go stalk her home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you live close to 10?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Tricia) I don't know where she stays! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever slept with 6?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Su-Lynn) NO! Now, that's just gross cos i'm not a homo in any way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How did you meet 7?&lt;br /&gt;A: (RachelG) School! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's one fact about 1?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Isabel) GB GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you know 3's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;A: (ZhiYin) Yeah. I think(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you like about 10?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Tricia) She's bananas. But very fun! And i totally love our MacD dates(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the next thing you'll do with 9?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Avryl) Poke her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is 4 someone you can trust?&lt;br /&gt;A: (ChienMay) YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think 5 could kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Basia) HAHAHA! Are you kidding?! She's a lioness man. FWAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is 8 afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Maween) Hmmm. Being broke? Lizards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When is the last time you talked to number 5?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Basia) Before she left for Turkey. I asked her to get me some turkey from Turkey(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would 4 and 10 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;A: (ChienMay and Tricia) They would. IF! They knew each other and if they happened to be lesbos. KIDDING(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is 5 single?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Basia) Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last thing you did with 2?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Felicia) Walk all the way from Pasir Ris Interchange to PR park. (Including Emma la.) Cam-whore. Get wet. Shiver and freeze after the waterbomb attack. Cam-whore somemore. Eat. Laugh. Gossip(No, we didn't actually do that!). Go crazy. Sms each other about snow. I know i'm not answering the question but it's hard to give a deifnite answer when i'm having so much fun with Fel(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is 4 in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;A: (ChienMay) Not sure. But seems like it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think 1 has a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Isabel) HAHAHA! What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you know 9's favorite music?&lt;br /&gt;A: (Avryl) Yeah! Step-Up's soundtracks! And maybe Da Chang Jin's ones too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 4am last night after watching all the CelesteChen vids i could find. I must really hand it to her. Her editing skills are seriously good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i'm into this random mode once again. HAHAHA. Ohwell. Being random has its fun too! -Nods head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy made brunch. Or maybe &lt;strong&gt;lunfast&lt;/strong&gt;. Fuse breakfast and lunch together and you get your new word(: Indian pizza. Cheese, honey-baked ham and pineapples on ROTI PRATA. Cool huh! And absolutely delicious(: But there's no more cos Jek, Ming and their friends gobbled the rest. Nevermind, i forgive them(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116703069259030267?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116703069259030267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116703069259030267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116703069259030267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116703069259030267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/theory-of-parallel-universes-states.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116698516699153984</id><published>2006-12-25T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:32:47.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAHAHA. My third post  and third apple for the day! Hold up. Not third post cos today's already &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I totally missed Love Actually cos Daddy and Mommy wanted to bring us out to have some late night shopping fiesta. Fine, not fiesta. Went to Mustafa, which i guess is the only shopping mall that's open 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the frenzy began. I immediately went to the food section to go grab the STUFF(: Stood there for a good 15 minutes deciding to get which types. Had half the mind to grab all the different kinds. But, as you all know, i have limited resources. Resources being disposable cash. So yeah:\ Mommy was going gaga over the chocolates. I found square shaped lollipops! I'm going to get them next time(: Took another eon over at the books and stationery sections. Finding Heng her bday present(: And tried like siao to find the GlassDeco art thing. They didn't come in individual tubes:\ If not the presents would be nicer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness Daddy didn't bring us for supper. He wanted to go to Cafe Cartel. If we really did go there, i'd be sobbing now. Cos i'm trying to cut down on unnecessary snacking. Including supper. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and i managed to catch the last part of Love Actually at least(: The brothers were getting high over the presents while i was in my room struggling to find a way to wrap the surprises. I think i've finally found the way after racking my brains for so long(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this christmas be a special one for you people out there(:&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays everyone! &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116698516699153984?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116698516699153984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116698516699153984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116698516699153984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116698516699153984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116696177716894980</id><published>2006-12-24T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:02:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Daddy made SHABU SHABU for Christmas Eve dinner&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a satisfied girl. Even though i didn't have much of it cos i devoured an apple right before dinner. The apple seemed to be calling out for me to bite it okay! So i'm blameless here(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awaiting for 10pm tonight. Love Actually! HAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch somemore TSL on youtube. I want to laugh! Okay, that's quite contradictive cos i usually get high on my own and don't need something to help induce laughter in me. But whatever, i wanna laugh at Paris and Nicole then(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116696177716894980?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116696177716894980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116696177716894980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116696177716894980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116696177716894980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/daddy-made-shabu-shabu-for-christmas.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116695773546439070</id><published>2006-12-24T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:06:55.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll save everyone the agony of reading a wordy and lengthy post on whatever happened during carolling. So, it'll be short this time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got free log cakes courtesy of Pastor P's neighbours, free Haato gelato ice-cream at Pastor Peter's house, and free beer at Uncle George's place. If for a moment you actually believed we underaged(well, majority of us were) younglings(using AngChai's word) got free alcohol, i'm laughing at you! HAH. Okay, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought the kid photos of the cousins and i to show Debs. She and Gid found it hilarious. Strange. Tania was the usual: crazy but absolute joy. So were Olivia and Harriet. Flo, Fid and i agreed that what we were lacking were candles and SNOW(cue to Jul to bring back some snow &lt;s&gt;since everyone knows that SnowCity's snow is such a ripoff&lt;/s&gt;). AngChai did a great job with the song leading and guitar playing(: He's cool fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the freebies obviously weren't the main thing of the whole carolling idea. If it were, where'd the term 'carolling' come from! Someone tell me what the main thing about carolling is(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so model answer: Carolling from my point of view is, making use of the gifts God has blessed us with to bless others. Blessed to bless yes? Reaching out to the community and show them our warmth on this Christmas day. It felt really great to know that we touched the lives of those people we sang to. They unanimously commented that they felt so touched and very happy. I was smiling genuinely from deep down inside. If i were to describe the feeling, it'd be &lt;strong&gt;FANTABLYGOOVERLYOOVERLYLOOVERLYGOODY!&lt;/strong&gt; :D:D:D Scratch the 'model answer' part cos i really meant what i'd typed. I really wanted to convey that message(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus. We bonded quite well too. Not very unexpectedly cos i think one of the reasons of organising this activity is to bond all of us together. Correct me if i'm wrong though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas service(: Mommy and Ming stayed home cos Ming was sick:\ Daddy had ushering duty. So Jek and I were sitting alone together cos there wasn't any space where RW was sitting and I didn't wanna sit right up infront with Olivia. Tiff and Janell came late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance studio was cold today. Brrr. Which is unusual cos usually by the time we finished barre work, it'd start to get warm. But i still felt cold even after doing barre and centre work. kept stepping on Rebecca today. With character shoes somemore. SORRYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian and i wanted to go over to BTC to get some laaast minute presents. But guess what! We didn't. And i am starting to feel tinges of guilt after receiving presents from people whom i haven't bought presents for. I got to do something pronto man. I roughly know what i wanna give. Hint: Merry KISSmas. (Yet another hint: it has nothing to do with real kissing. Or physical contact. EEW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with my bday. Cos it's in Jan&lt;strong&gt;(HINT HINT HINT!)&lt;/strong&gt; and when people give me bday presents, i feel so obliged to give return them the kindness when their bday comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, &lt;strong&gt;to Debs&lt;/strong&gt;: Hope your ankle gets better reeeal soon! Rest well and don't walk around too much(: Use a seetee and roll around the house. But not down the stairs! Praying for a quick recovery for you! LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that, (Oh boy. The post became so lengthy! :D:D:D) Here's wishing you a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY&lt;/u&gt; CHRISTMAS AND A &lt;u&gt;MERRY&lt;/u&gt; NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Sze-Ern loves you very very much(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116695773546439070?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116695773546439070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116695773546439070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116695773546439070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116695773546439070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/ill-save-everyone-agony-of-reading.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116686013789283594</id><published>2006-12-23T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T15:53:49.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love love love Mandy Leong Yu Ling&lt;/strong&gt;(see Mand, i got it right) &lt;strong&gt;to bits and pieces!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you oh so very much for listening to my crap at like 2plus am and cracking cheesy jokes to make me laugh. I'm sorry i blew my nose within earshot of you and totally grossed you out of your pants. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'll admit it, &lt;strong&gt;i love love love &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; my friends&lt;/strong&gt;. They're irreplaceable. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm brimming with love to all mankind. Like in R&amp;J when Romeo just married Juliet and felt the same way even towards his arch nemesis. That's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 3 plus and was rudely awoken at 10am by Daddy who suddenly kowabunga-ed onto my bed. Dragged out for breakfast and then to do some laaast minute shopping with the family. Corinne May's christmas songs were playing on radio in the car and i told Mommy and Daddy that i wanted her cds and they said okay they'll get it for me! AH FAINT! Went Bugis to get presents for Joash Joanne Auntie Rosalyn and Uncle George(: Hope they like 'em. Found some reeeally nice bottoms in Bossini. I know, it doesn't sound very upscale, but who cares as long as they're nice right! So i got myself some(: All of a sudden the jacket didn't seem as appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolling laterrr! Boy i can't wait(: Tania's going tooooo! Now, all i gotta do is pull RW along. I'm pretty sure that since her friend's bday dinner was last night instead of tonight, she wouldn't really want to be dining with the parents. Yes, a collection of parents. HAHAHA! Mommy and Daddy said that when they did carolling last time, it was overnight. Like tong xiao ma jiang! Okay, no connection. But how cool is that! I want some overnight carolling fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for Skittles. The sour ones. Sour is the love. But no, i'm NOT pregnant. If that was what you were thinking, then shame on you! KABISH KABANG KAPOW! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to go get ready for later(: &amp;amp; btw, i painted my nails back to the so called goth colour. It's not goth at all actually. It's a dark shade of maroon. Or maybe brown, like chocolate coloured. Kinda hard to tell though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles lovelies and God bless&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116686013789283594?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116686013789283594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116686013789283594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116686013789283594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116686013789283594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-love-love-mandy-leong-yu.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116680032367129446</id><published>2006-12-22T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:13:04.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm very in love with shows that can make me go hysterical with laughter. Beauty and the Geek. Sheeshkababs. I can't even begin to describe it. I'm so outrageously addicted over bimbotically underlined themes of reality shows like a drug addict is to subutex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I am doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolling tomorrow! YAAAY! But then i won't be able to go for dance and i wouldn't be able to see Sianny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, no, no. Don't get into emo drive, enough with everything. It's tiring enough already and there's no need to add on to the burden. I don't know why i've spiralled into this big mess where everything seems bleak. I want to get out of this. PWEASE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need reassurance and a big bear hug. Pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles lovelies and God bless&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116680032367129446?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116680032367129446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116680032367129446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116680032367129446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116680032367129446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-very-in-love-with-shows-that-can.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116677546239338171</id><published>2006-12-22T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:25:19.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY MOMMYYYYYYYYY!&lt;/strong&gt;(using Fel's phrase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mighty tired can. Slept at 2plus. Woke up at 6am. No cannot cannot cannot survive. When my alarm rang at 5.50am, i thought my phone was malfunctioning and the alarm timings changed. Then i saw the clock. BOOHOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you a million bucks that Emma wouldn't be able to wake up on time to be my wake up call. Knowing her, so lousy(: &amp; besides, i wouldn't have a million bucks to give you even if i'd lost the bet. FWAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 45 minutes that i was awake, i was yawning like a gazillion times. Go ask JiaQi or SiewBin or any of the juniors. I guess i looked like i was crying. Cos you know, you tear when you yawn. OH GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec one registration was crazy fun(: Okay, maybe not crazy, but fun! Worked with SB and Geraldine. Sb and i were talking alot and Ger was oh so lonely by herself:\ Met auntie Janice and Linus. Kenneth's cousins. And Angeline's sissypoo Glorianne! So exciting so exciting so exciting(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seniors are a bunch of banana fun(: I don't know what that phrase is supposed to mean, but yeah. I had to help Shiva give out one BB magazine cos i owed him for 'saving my life'. In the end, i just shoved it to Mark(: Joey and i were so hopping mad cos CCA groups aren't actually allowed to do their propaganda before the official date or sth liddat i heard. Cheater buggies. But then again, it wouldn't matter cos BB can't take girls and GB can't take guys. HAH. What a realisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at KFC with the juniors. That hilariously embarrassing bunch of people. I was so so so glad that Yu'En was there to accompany me. If not i'd have withered in shame of knowing them. HAHAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked from Clearwater all the way to class. I think i almost fainted along the way cos i had a sudden splitting headache. PAAAIN! Went for dance and was surprisingly not late! Only 6 of us turned up for dance. Sianny didn't come again:\ &amp;amp; WenYi is making us get depressed! Her legs are veryyy strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT-ed to Tamp with XiaoXuan(: And now i'm back home blogging while i'm still in dance gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i've caught all the G.O.L episodes, i'll go watch The Simple Life. It's kinda like the same thing. A parody of television yes? So anyways, G.O.L is prolly like the Sg edition of T.S.L. Like revamped and all. As for the level of bimboticness, it's all about on the same level. Which is, btw, ultra high(: Critisisms. I'm such a loser. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll really needa go catch up on sleep later if not i'll just turn into a big cranky monster that will eat you up! CHOMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116677546239338171?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116677546239338171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116677546239338171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116677546239338171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116677546239338171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-my-mommyyyyyyyyyusing-fels-phrase.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116671002064489266</id><published>2006-12-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:07:00.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Too fast. Everything's moving too fast. Changing too fast. Changes, the thing most people dread. The thing that &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; dread. I wouldn't mind if the changes were for the better. If they were beneficial towards me. But the thing is, they aren't. And i guess i'm too self-centred. I really don't know why this is boomeranging back in my direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case is, i'm still trusting God and believing in his perfect plan, that he'll deliver me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being so sluggish yet again! I did nothing except use the computer, laze in front of the tv, &lt;strong&gt;pig out&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't believe i threw the whole day away doing nothing. Really nothing to speak of. I am right now so(x 1 million) guilty. About everything. And i mean everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i don't hate myself. Nah, i'm too in love with myself. Egoistic? HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so anyhoos. Emma baked cookies for me! LOVEEE! I shall stop with the her-being-so-bimbotic-even-though-she-actually-is jokes(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BH's &lt;s&gt;gossiping&lt;/s&gt;promoting this SOMEONE online. She insists that she isn't gossiping. They're promoting AHEM. FWAHA! I'd like to see that. Show me the convo kay BH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa wake up ultra early tomorrow morning for the sec 1 registration. I'm not sure if i can get up on time. I need JolTan, Emma or ManMan to give me a wake up call. Either one of them. They're goooood(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. I'm still angry that Utt's gay. Too bizarre. I want hard evidence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116671002064489266?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116671002064489266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116671002064489266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116671002064489266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116671002064489266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-fast.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116667846394884909</id><published>2006-12-21T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T13:21:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Got freaked to sleep by Gid last night. He said that lack of sleep = permanent shortness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in time for lunch. Imagine how late i got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Girls Out Loud on YouTube now. All the episodes that i missed. I honestly honestly honestly think that if Emma replaced Wendy, no one would be able to tell the difference. If you get my drift(: HAH EMMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop laughing now after watching G.O.L! My brother got a shock of his life when he heard me shrieking with laughter at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go out with RG to catch a movie, but she hasn't called me about it yet. &amp; talking about calling, she told me she was gonna call me at 11 last night but i guess she forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to go laugh somemore(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116667846394884909?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116667846394884909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116667846394884909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116667846394884909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116667846394884909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-freaked-to-sleep-by-gid-last-night.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116663147703477116</id><published>2006-12-21T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:17:57.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy to the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the boys and girls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy to you and me.&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/12232014-116663147703477116?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116663147703477116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116663147703477116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116663147703477116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116663147703477116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/joy-to-world-all-boys-and-girls_21.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116658560119386156</id><published>2006-12-20T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:33:21.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how today, everything seems funny. But good in that sense too. Cos it'll get me in the mood for the BBQ later on(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pray reeeally hard for God to keep the weather fair, like it is now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen came overrr! &amp; i was just playing with him(: Simplistic joys. The silly baby cried while watching Nemo. Cos of the shark and the scary parts. He loves singing too. Cute yes? &amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;! He's wearing boardshorts from Gap okay! Boy, is KorKor Jon rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma loves quoting me(: Especially on her own blog. I'm so quotable. Emma! Quote that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to go do some other funner stuff. Like going back to play with Owen boy&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116658560119386156?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116658560119386156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116658560119386156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116658560119386156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116658560119386156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/hahahahahahahahaha-its-strange-how.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116652275690485668</id><published>2006-12-19T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:59:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;YAY the computer is fine now(: I am sure it had issues earlier on. Poor chap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. I've noticed a growing trend in myself. When there's nothing to engage in(or so it seems), i undoubtedly turn to food and technology. I've got to stop pigging out in fromt of the computer. See how well i blend those 2 indulgences together? &amp; plus the weather these few days have been so frumpy. I foresee the next few weeks to be likewise:&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. And now, with the rain, it gets even harder to combat those droopy eyelids. Sleeping is the bomb ESPECIALLY when it's raining out and everything's so cooling you don't even need an airconditioner. SHIOKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Sg's weather. It's no fun! Like when you want to have big BBQ parties and beach outings at the end of the year, it rains. No, it POURS. And all the fun is lost when all you can do then is sit under a pavillion and stare at each other and occasionally play a game of bridge or two. But. who'll bring poker cards to the beach when initially they intended to tan and play beach volleyball! I mean, seriously. But ohwell, i shall shut my trap now. Enough critisism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that(and my mother and felly) just reminded me. If the weather's like this tomorrow, the whole council BBQ bonding event will go down the drain! Even the games were planned in such a a way that we'd be using the sea and all. &amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;! Felly texted me saying that her Mommy isn't keen on letting her go for the BBQ afterall and asked her sis to go shopping with her. She tempted to go shopping and abandon me! NOOOOOO! :\:\:&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with the reports! :D:D:D Was cracking my brain over what to write for CFF and now, i'm all done(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i figured that since i have more money now, i'll probably be able to get my ipod very soon(: YAAAAAAY! I'm getting so materialistic and i have got to stop it. Pronto.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebyeee&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116652275690485668?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116652275690485668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116652275690485668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116652275690485668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116652275690485668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/yay-computer-is-fine-now-i-am-sure-it.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116650629875271020</id><published>2006-12-19T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T13:31:38.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is there something wrong with blogger or is it my computer that's having issues?&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to wake up at 10am this morning(: Applaud meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then realised that Mommy left me alone at home and went out for breakfast with my brother. No sure which brother. But that's not the point. The point is, i was left without any breakfast and had to wait till 12 plus for Mommy to come home with lunch. But by then, the hunger pangs wore off. Strange huh. Considering that i'm never not hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Yes, i remembered watching Girls Out Loud last night and boy, i couldn't stop laughing. They're really. BIMBOTIC. Like worse than Emma. So imagine how bad it got since Emma's really kinda bimbotic. It's funny how different Wendy seems in real life(or in this case, in front of the camera) as compared to when she's assuming the role of a blogger. She seems much much MUCh more eloquent online rather than when she speaks. The Newpaper even did a review on the show. It wasn't very good. Their review i mean. Yes, i read it. &amp; i promised myself to go catch it and see for myself how bad it really was. Turned out very hilarious. They way they talk just cracks me up. Like BAM! Tyra comes in a close second too. Was watching yesterday's episode with Mommy and we were commenting about how her guest(s) looked much prettier than her without make-up. &amp; how contradictingly it was that the pretty girls on the show thought hat beauty was a curse and the not as pretty ones thought it was a blessing. Okay, enough reviews. Go watch it yourselves(: Tyra's kinda cracky too. Like funny cracky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter from Edusave Awards! EAGLES award! YAAAY! I'm like 150 bucks richer(: But i'll only get it next year. So, if i add that to the money i'll be getting for CNY, i think i can be friends with Bill Gates. HAH! Why does money always come at the wrong time? Like now, when i need money desperately to get presents, i'm broke. &amp; when next year rolls around, and i don't need the money as desperately, i have plenty. SILLY MURPHY'S LAW. But then again, it's farrr better than not getting any at all. I'M THANKFUL(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i'm doing Friendster hopping and writing testimonials for everyone. Say i'm nice! See how bored i am? Even though i know i have like tons of misc. stuff to do, i choose to push those aside for much later last minute chiongings and instead, be bored now(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles lovelies and God bless&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116650629875271020?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116650629875271020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116650629875271020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116650629875271020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116650629875271020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-there-something-wrong-with-blogger.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116641620598112555</id><published>2006-12-18T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:37:32.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OHMY. I can't believe i'm actually here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;AWAKE and eating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Woke up in a shock at 10am cos Diane called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; think i wasn't talking sense cos i was half-awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She didn't want to let me sleep because her training was cancelled and she wanted me to go out and meet her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;RAAAWR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Couldn't go back to sleep for a while, but in the end, i slept for another 2 hours(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then slowly, one by one, Mommy, Ming and PoPo came into the room and tried shaking me awake:\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I slept at 3am can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9 hours of sleep is hardly enough to get me through the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp; later, i'll have to go help Ming with his math and do my own tuition homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHOHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas presents NOT made!&lt;br /&gt;HOWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND!&lt;br /&gt;I'm once again craving for FROOTYLOOPS and HONEYSTARS.&lt;br /&gt;But more for FROOTYLOOPS.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I should go get somemore(:&lt;br /&gt;YES I SHALL!&lt;br /&gt;Cereal fetish(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116641620598112555?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116641620598112555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116641620598112555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116641620598112555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116641620598112555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/ohmy.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116637632630263964</id><published>2006-12-18T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:36:19.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay. Very not surprisingly, i'm still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BUT! I can justify for that. Because i'm going the compilation of the DC contact list(: I just realised how messy our sub-council is and it gets me going on a guilt ride:\ So i'm determined to get it done before i go to sleep. All i'm left with is a few names(: APPLAUD ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm starting to get hungry. Cos i didn't have dinner. Actually, i had food. But it could hardly classify as a meal:\ So maybe i shall go scrounge around and look for food. But then again. Maybe not. Because when i stepped into the kitchen just now, i saw a cockroach! EGADS. It was rather big. Sigh, another indication that the house is in a very bad state. Close to dilapidation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You know i'm kidding right? :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sze-Ern shall leave you all and buzz off to do what she absolutely has to do. Which is, whatever i've already stated above(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHNO! Oh dear. I totally forgot to call JolTan back at 10pm! It's completely slipped off my mind! I hope she's not mad:\ Nevermind, i shall call her tomorrow morning(: Technically, in a few hours time. So yeah. HAHAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Btw. It's 1.21am now. &amp;amp; these few days i have been going to bed reeeally late. When school starts, i'm gonna suffer alot:\ Messed up timings and all. Sighhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;GoodNight everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pleeease miss me and feel free&lt;/span&gt; to dream of me&lt;/strong&gt;(: HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116637632630263964?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116637632630263964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116637632630263964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116637632630263964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116637632630263964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116636186894324278</id><published>2006-12-17T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:28:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So. Today the whole family woke up late. Okay, maybe except Daddy. He was on duty so he had to wake up early for first service. Jek and i bus-ed down to church and it was raining cats and dogs. &amp; if it weren't for Sian's jacket, i'd have frozen in the aircon-ed room. Service was okay. But Uncle Ding was better! He's rocking good. I loveee his songs! &amp;amp; gorgor Jon didn't come for Christmas lunch:\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went for dance like an hour early. &amp; since i'm never early(not to mention on time) for class, i took advantage of the extra time i had to do stretching! Cos as stated above, i'm never early, nor am i ever on time, so i usually don't have ample time to warm-up. So today, being very warmed up, i felt all ready to goooo(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went to go get some munchies with Sian after dance. Which was when she told me the tragic truth(refer to previous post). I was saaaad throughout the whole ride back i think:\ &amp;amp; i still am. But maybe a teeny bit better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jul says the red doubledeckered buses in London are out of service:\ But Gid said that when he's rich and famous, he's gonna buy them over and put them in Singapore! :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Owen's coming over tomorrow again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love talking to Jul online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We can can can CAN do it! Absolutely no giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Come back and we can continue yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Toodles lovelies and God bless&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116636186894324278?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116636186894324278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116636186894324278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116636186894324278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116636186894324278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/so.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116635557760771398</id><published>2006-12-17T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:39:37.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UTT CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT BE GAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Someone please pinch me and tell me it's all my overactive imagination. Utt CANNOT i repeat CANNOT be gay. He's some self-professed junkie gay. Plus! No one's ever seen him with a gay partner or going to a gay club before. &amp; everyone knows that a self-professed gay who doesn't have a gay partner or goes to gay clubs is not a gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah, i feel consoled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But nevertheless still pissed by that shocking fact. I actually screamed in the midst of a crowd of random people at Bedok Town Centre. Okay, maybe not screamed. But rather...cried out in ANGUISH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sian. Your whoever friend who told you that Utt is gay is so sadly deluded. But let's not put our guard down and go google him and find out the truth. Even though we know that UTT IS SO NOT GAY RIGHT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why oh why oh why do hot eligible popular tall dark and handsome(sound familiar Debs?)bachelors have to turn to the dark side? Look at Sir Elton John's partner. He's everything i stated earlier. Oh sigh. Human's fallen nature. It's really depressing and i don't know why i'm getting so uptight about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, i'm sorry about the dark side thing. Unintentional i promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had this sudden wave of despondency. BUT! God is really good. He sent us friends to help out. Thank you Sian, Jul for you know what. &amp; Gid for being nonsensical and making me laugh and forget all about Utt being gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh poot. I'm taking it too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116635557760771398?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116635557760771398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116635557760771398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116635557760771398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116635557760771398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/utt-cannot-cannot-cannot-be-gay.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116628352550338676</id><published>2006-12-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:38:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today was fun(: Yes, fun. But don't get jealous cos nothing's gonna happen and you'll just be committing 1 of the 7 deadliest sins. MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got jolted awake this morning at 11am. Which was seriously annoying cos i slept at around 2am. Count the number of hours yourself. I neeeeed sleeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the family for Popo and Owen's birthday lunch at Sushi Teh. Didn't have much of an appetite cos i was reading a book in the car before that and got extremely nauseous. Up to the point where i had to keep my mouth shut for fear that i'd puke all over daddy's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got there and i found out what Owen calls me now. ErnErn jiejie(: It sounds cheesy. But i loveee it. He got so excited when he saw my dad, his YiGong. After lunch we went to Toys R Us and that baby started crying. He wanted to get 2 cars when his MaMa, my YiMa only allowed 1. Okay. i can't remember what else happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with mommy down at Taka. &amp; gees. The crowd there was bonkers. Made me feel so claustrophobic. Got some stuff and 16-ed down to Kallang. Bumped into Miss Chua there. She was shocked i could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Power! RachWong and Tiff ps-ed me:\ In the end both of them didn't gooo! RAWR. I'm gonna bite them tomorrow(: GorGor Jon brought Owen for CP. So, yay! Sat around with Tania, Sarah and TingXuan and reminicensed(sp?) youth camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everybody. Sze-ern's got to sleep. Because she only got like 9 hours of sleep. Which btw, is very not enough. &amp; if she doesn't have enough sleep(according to HER standards), she'll get cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles lovelies and God bless&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116628352550338676?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116628352550338676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116628352550338676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116628352550338676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116628352550338676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-was-fun-yes-fun.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116618531095240893</id><published>2006-12-15T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T20:21:51.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH! I told Bh that when i grow up, i want to go to London and drive their lil red open-upperdecker bus(: The red is so striking. &amp; it's a feasible prospect if(and only if) i fail to get my own VW beetle hot pink. The colours are equally captivating and shocking. Like POW! and it gets to you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to GiddYap(read as Giddyap) online is freaking fun. Cos he's like an entertainment machine especially if you happen to be online at 2am and need some amusement. His command of the English language is darn intriguing. &amp; his ignorance of school uniforms just gets on my nerves. But. talking to him is just so. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas power tmr! I think mommy and daddy are bringing the cousins and extended family. Mr Neville is speaking i think. The IronMan! Okay, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Which is dangerous. Or so say some people. But that's not the point. My point is, i'm bored. Maybe i shall go find some food to binge on since we're not going to the choc buffet next week, i might as well right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, i couldn't sleep at all, so i took out an Ikea serviette and started doodling on it. Then i began writing a story which i fabricated myself. It's about ducks and rocks. I'll type out the story here next time cos i'm too lazy to go get the serviette. I just love making up stories(: Like remember that story of Mr. Puddles and his dead ahgong? :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12232014-116618531095240893?l=stickarooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/feeds/116618531095240893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12232014&amp;postID=116618531095240893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116618531095240893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12232014/posts/default/116618531095240893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickarooo.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-i-told-bh-that-when-i-grow-up-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082414337039181128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12232014.post-116618280361248918</id><published>2006-12-15T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:51:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick of bus rides alreadyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Like really really reeeally sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Emma and BH in school today cos we all went to get our uniforms and my physics textbook. It wasn't so bad cos mommy sent me to school and sent me back home. The floorballers were training and they're so darn violent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after much running to and fro, i finally went home with mommy. The malay security guard is so much nicer than the other one! He called me 'dear':D Now now, don't get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dance and dance was g.o.o.d good today(: Even Mrs Lim commented that we were neat today. But the sad thing was that Sian, Shermaine and XingWei ps-ed me and all didn't turn up for class:\ So i joined Valerie's group with Leslie and Alicia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to interchange to take a train to Tamp. with XiaoXuan and Lauren. Lauren took bus in the end. Had a real good talk with XiaoXuan about dance and other random outbursts. She's depressed about not having nice strong legs too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-ed to school only to realise that i forgot to bring the money that i had to pass to Emi. So, i 22-ed home and took the money. 22-ed back to school to pass Emi the money. 293-ed to Tamp. interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Emma and BH at Converse. They got their shoes and i needed to get my chocolate. Chocolate for my dentist(: Kinda ironic. Emma suggested giving him a &lt;strong&gt;toot.brush&lt;/strong&gt;(pronounced as toothbrush). BH was performing on stage with the other loonies! Looney Tunes. Loonies(: They stared at me eat my meesiam and tried to gross me out. In the end, and all i did was just drop my egg and it got very messy. Went to Montip and got this soooper crazy phone call from a 'dying old grandfather'. We thought it was LeeSeng &amp; co. But it turned out to be RG, Maw &amp;amp; co. Walaooo! The upteenth time i got prank called. I caught the cashier at Montip was giggling at us mainly cos Emma was being her usual self(BIMBOTIC duh!). &amp; i dropped my phone for the 0123456789th time amidst the excitement. RAWR. Missha is the love(: Went to go paint our nails with the testers. They took all the radical colours. I got my pink polish(: The maroon one has been proven to be too goth. My parents were laughing cos i looked gothic. Had the intention of ps-ing Emma and taking 65 with BH. We tried hiding, but she spotted us. IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT WE ARE LOUSY OKAY E.Z.B.B! YOU INGRATE. WE WAITED FOR YOU AND YOU SENT A LOUSY SMS TO ME. RAAAWR! BH and i sat behind and i guess we talked real loudly. What Kerokeropi nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME SWEET HOMEEE&lt;3 &amp;amp; i'm still in my dance gear. From 1pm till now. I guess i'm just a veteran procrastinator. Note the 'veteran'. Ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you still wanna know the other misc. stuff we did today, go pay a visit to Emma's blog. 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