<?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-19235700</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:11:20.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inside me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-3814858503750446924</id><published>2007-02-02T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T07:27:29.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye blogger ):</title><content type='html'>you can now find me at &lt;a href="http://printerfriendly.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRINTERFRIENDLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye blogger, someday i'd be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-3814858503750446924?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/3814858503750446924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=3814858503750446924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/3814858503750446924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/3814858503750446924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodbye-blogger.html' title='goodbye blogger ):'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-4878733820243545621</id><published>2007-01-28T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T09:10:06.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweeter than the day before</title><content type='html'>okay. someone please tell me how i'm in such deep shit now ):&lt;br /&gt;firstly, my thighs hurt like crap. so much so i can't even walk down the stairs properly. and when i do, the momma looks at me and laugh, calling me an &lt;em&gt;ahma&lt;/em&gt;! hurhur okay and i do not see how i am going to run tomorrow during the tournament (provided i have to play). ohmymama! :/&lt;br /&gt;and secondly! i need to study my tingxie. okay so that isn't so major but it is afterall 0102 now ): i do not see the purpose of tingxie larhzxzxzxz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha oh and i just met the stalker (ahem) of a neighbour luchindarh who food poisoned me! hur! hahahaha! no seriously i feel queasy. hahaha! but oh well it was nice catching up together while she did her chinese homework and i tried finding my tingxie words in the textbook. hahaha oh and laughing at how she thinks green is black :/ hahaha yes jc life seems fairly pleasent (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this post is so nonsensical. i shall be off! a busybusy week awaits me! i am looking forward to getting it over with! hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweeter than the day before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-4878733820243545621?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/4878733820243545621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=4878733820243545621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/4878733820243545621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/4878733820243545621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweeter-than-day-before.html' title='sweeter than the day before'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-8513023293004899285</id><published>2007-01-27T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T09:39:08.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna love you</title><content type='html'>okay i would try to make this a quick post and hopefully short cause i have made a personal "deal" with myself, which is &lt;u&gt;i would only go for street jazz tomorrow if i finish my tuition hw and finishing reading chapter6 of history. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was supposed to be a productive day of training followed by tuition with ethel &lt;s&gt;the turtle&lt;/s&gt; and the usual fellowship and service and then dinner. hah but in the end it turned out to be something like lunch with the momma at the club, fellowship, dinner, service and then to a second dinner with the other youths :/&lt;br /&gt;well anyhoos fellowship was pretty fun today! except i've got sore thighs and uhh am seriously, honestly am left very embarrassed ): omgzxzxz sometimes i do not know why i do certain things but oh well it's over! hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's 0137 and i need to do my work and get my precious beauty sleep. hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS i think i should really move to my LJ/elljay tomorrow! i shall consider it (: hahehehomomo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-8513023293004899285?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/8513023293004899285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=8513023293004899285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/8513023293004899285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/8513023293004899285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wanna-love-you.html' title='i wanna love you'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-2172252152797635755</id><published>2007-01-25T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T07:03:48.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>suppermassive black hole</title><content type='html'>i really should be studying for my ss test, it being 10 30pm already. but oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've come to realise that life would somehow just be all about school for the time being. i'm desperately trying to catch up and keep in pace with the teachers, well not all. and i haven't found time to do anything extra apart from homework ): ahhh life is sad, i haven't even been shopping since december! huuuuurrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the "super happening" happenings of this week include having a tingxie (chinese spelling) list filled with primary school equivilant words, named after me! HAHA it's a long story, but sort of funny? hahehehomomo!&lt;br /&gt;an about chinese lessons, my resolution for next week forth would be to stop laughing (very loudly) at laoshi. well before i get into trouble! hoho. but sitting next to zann would make this veryvery hard. hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is trainings which i sort of enjoy (yes i have mentioned this! but i'm very excited that i'm excited for trainings!) but detest wednesdays for the very fact i would have to rush home from training, shower, complete my tuition hw(because i am lazy to do it on other days?), and travel to tuition all within 2hours. and by the time i reach home from training, i don't even feel like walking, much less go for tuition ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andandand i'm feeling very annoyed with _________ and nationals in general because i'm going to miss the first day of the sec4 retreat?!!!!! tsssssskkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, tennis nationals are on &lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;! ): omg i have never felt this unprepared ever. let me see, so far i have trained 3times for this. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, let me leave you with last week's irony of the uh week! (overheard from a conversation between the juniors hahehehomomo!) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"do you want some H-two-O(the brand/drink) in your water?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-2172252152797635755?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/2172252152797635755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=2172252152797635755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/2172252152797635755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/2172252152797635755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2007/01/suppermassive-black-hole.html' title='suppermassive black hole'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-6321676667112029433</id><published>2007-01-22T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T07:19:25.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes changes are hard to make</title><content type='html'>it's been a bad start to the week.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wouldn't want to elaborate why it was bad, or let everyone hear/see me whine (cause apparently i do that too much) and maybe cause this time it's more personal and real. real probably meaning more serious and mature, i guess. and no it doesn't concern any guy or how he doesn't love me so i'm going to slit my wrists (i am sincerely not referring to anybody and have no intention to offend anyone). i guess my "problem" is really just about learning to love the people around me and learning to show that love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh okay on to a more light hearted (i hope) update on how school has been so tremendously fun. okay that was a joke, which wasn't funny. well school is indeed veryvery stressful. there's just TOO much to do and so much you have to do but do not want to do. take for example, doing my TYS in preperation for the first amath test of the term/year which questions were specifically told to us would come from that damned book. but nooooo, i refused to do it which resulted in an ugly F9 scribbled in red over my test paper. and despite being demoralized i still do not find sufficient motivation to get down and do it ): and have i mentioned? that i am still extremely confused during tuition? okay enough about academics and stress which has resulted me in consuming large amounts of candy which in turn gave me food poisoning): &lt;em&gt;walau&lt;/em&gt; so much for reliving my childhood by eating rabbit sweets!&lt;br /&gt;oh i must say that math has been relatively enjoyable. i do not know why but it is! hahaha (: andandand i am actually looking forward to training nowadays though i've only been for two trainings, with me being sick for the other two days in two different weeks. well, i do feel motivated enough to go for saturday training in &lt;strong&gt;jurong&lt;/strong&gt; now! hahaha! (okay cause training has been a little bit more uhh slack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokay! i should be studying for my chem test tomorrow! it's 11 18pm and i've been procrastinating since uhh 5pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-6321676667112029433?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/6321676667112029433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=6321676667112029433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/6321676667112029433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/6321676667112029433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-changes-are-hard-to-make.html' title='sometimes changes are hard to make'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-2802075532004452748</id><published>2007-01-15T10:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:06:43.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last post? maybe</title><content type='html'>so as you can see i haven't blogged for the longest time. being a secondary 4 &lt;em&gt;kid&lt;/em&gt; just drains me of so much energy! well i'm even blogging at 0142 due to my lack of "free time" in the earlier part of the day, which is partially a lie. but! i must emphasize that last week has been hectic! in other words, school has been a mad rush, stress inducing, crazy affair since day one. i'm hoping that by midweek this er week, things would clear up and give us sec4s some space to breathe :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last week i have... survived on coffee, gone down halfway through class to get coffee, gotten married to fuzzy, divorced fuzzy one hour after getting married, been doing my holiday homework almost everyday, managed to "complete" my chinese homework (incomplete but i hope the teacher doesn't notice!) and would hand it in tomorrow, partially cleared my bio project (just left with the presentation), have not gone shopping (!!!!), been to math tuition every other day for two hours each (no joke!), been to math tuition two days in a row (sunday and monday), got confused (and still am comfused) in the web of math in tuition due to the overwhelming numbers and letters, got myself detention (because i am rebel child. okay jokes), am pmsy and moodswingy almost all the time (i say, TOO MUCH STRESS!), planned fellowship, did vegetable art with the preprimary kids in children church, got my room painted a paler shade of yellow and haven't gotten enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the above is not in chronological order&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i need to get some sleep!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-2802075532004452748?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/2802075532004452748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=2802075532004452748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/2802075532004452748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/2802075532004452748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-post-maybe.html' title='last post? maybe'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-1232278193323028823</id><published>2007-01-06T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T08:31:12.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good, all the time</title><content type='html'>God is indeed good.&lt;br /&gt;it was through a very  difficult first few days of school that i truly learnt to rely on God. to embrace His love, and to learn to love. and when they say that God does things for good reasons, it is indeed, very true. it's amazing how i feel so much closer to God and how i've learnt to trust and have faith. prayer is powerful my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school on friday was pleasent. the day started out with a whole bunch of us being caught for long nails though our nails were seriously short! :/ well but i didn't mind cause we were missing exercise on the muddy field just to cut our nails! haha. and i purposely took my time to cut mine so much so that by the time i was done. morning exercise just ended (:&lt;br /&gt;sec one cca orientation after school! well the tennis team got to meet with our new coach. i must say i feel slightly motivated to train again. reasons being it'll only be a mere two to three months before we step down and anyway tournament's on the 29th this month and i haven't touched my racket for over one month :/ and also because i feel like i'm sort of starting anew! (hahahaha!) you know with coach gone and he bringing his "clarissa hasn't been to training for the longest time!" thought away along with him. haha&lt;br /&gt;and of course there was tuition after that which was quite okay really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up at 7AM :/ but i fell back asleep after watching jaime oliver's great escape. HAHA and i only woke up at 12plus after that. went to church at 2plus to help ting ting with her science project (because i'm nice! haha)  and then there was fellowship, followed by service and then dinner! haha pearlyn came again today! (: haha yay! well i had a good time today(: what with the really simple yet fun/funny fellowship games, the weird hand/number game a few of us played while waiting for service, nice/funny dinner talks and the good company of all the friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes i should go conquer the &lt;u&gt;holiday&lt;/u&gt; homework pile now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-1232278193323028823?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/1232278193323028823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=1232278193323028823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/1232278193323028823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/1232278193323028823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2007/01/god-is-good-all-time.html' title='God is good, all the time'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-4384249298801545978</id><published>2007-01-04T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T06:59:46.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day2</title><content type='html'>day2 of school. sadly, school was still a pain. it's hard to understand why, maybe it's just the pressure of having all the holiday homework in by monday (and note that i have yet to touch any one of them) or the people (why do i always have an issue with this) or maybe it's just o'level stress. i'm thinking it's just a mixture of all that and pms :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school has left me very drained out and today i took my first snooze in class &lt;s&gt;for the year&lt;/s&gt; during bio :/ and i'll usually crash on my bed after school by 8pm and sleep till 11 or something and go back to sleep hours later. it feels unhealthy and a waste of time ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'm going to moderate my computer usage time and maybe spend more time away from home and my bed, computer and teevee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes the teachers have managed to partially brainwash me. must study, study and study only. HUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm hungry now! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-4384249298801545978?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/4384249298801545978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=4384249298801545978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/4384249298801545978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/4384249298801545978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2007/01/day2.html' title='day2'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-1355481151499921293</id><published>2007-01-03T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T07:49:00.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>07good year?</title><content type='html'>so today pretty much sucked. it wasn't good that i refused to wake up and after i did thought that &lt;s&gt;i looked fat in my uniform and&lt;/s&gt; my hair was so limp it made me feel fugly ): and then i had to take a cab to school and right after i stepped into the netball courts did i feel the horrid feeling of being back to school, and no it wasn't joy (more like very delayed dread). and i guess if you don't feel comfortable in your own skin it kind of ruins your mood no matter how happy you try to seem. okay but to be optimistic it couldn't be that bad since we did nothing much the entire day :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch and coffebean with the girls before i came home supposedly to sleep. but i went to talk to lulu instead. haha seems like she's having fun in jc (: hahaha! and when i finally did take a nap it was at 8pm and i just got up at 11 :/ so i really should get back to sleep soon or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah tomorrow'll be better and 2007 won't suck (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-1355481151499921293?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/1355481151499921293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=1355481151499921293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/1355481151499921293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/1355481151499921293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2007/01/07good-year.html' title='07good year?'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-8895427756080179635</id><published>2007-01-02T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:03:41.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school/ 2007</title><content type='html'>hah. so school is starting tomorrow. i'm not exactly very excited. i would say that i am however, 70% neutral and 30% filled with dread. so it's a good enough balance i guess, in a really weird way :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so i've managed to get my &lt;s&gt;second&lt;/s&gt; NUM bag for school! (: though i should have gotten it in december before the gst increased ): i guess i'm pretty much set for school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh! and after getting home from tuition today, i spent an hour packing my room! (: not bad, it's pretty clean now! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm so exhausted from not sleeping again last night (okay maybe for an hour or two while watching cartoons) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so goodnight everyone and have a good if not great day at school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(hur, good luck to me!)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-8895427756080179635?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/8895427756080179635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=8895427756080179635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/8895427756080179635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/8895427756080179635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-school-2007.html' title='back to school/ 2007'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-3695824369983501992</id><published>2007-01-01T03:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:31:12.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beggining</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fsweetpassion.free.fr%2Fradio.blog.2.5%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FJustin%20Timberlake%20-%20My%20Love%20ft%20T.I.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've a whole new obsession over this song all over again and i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's 2007, a whole new year which i'm sure (and hope) would go by in a flash, just like 2006. haha well 2006 has been a good year, on the whole. much better than the previous two years, and 305 has proved to be a fantastic class (: though my grades took a huge plunge and hasn't exactly improved &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt;, there wasn't any more plotting on how to transfer out of kc and all that hoohah. and of course there are the new friends (you guys know who you are!) that made school so much more enjoyable. so yay! i'm glad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPM last night was good (: i would say it's the first time that i felt it's true purpose. and it's always nice to end the year and start a new one in church and in prayer. haha i liked how we really touched on love this year, God's love and love for one another (: so yeah i'm all geared up for 2007 and the bigfat O's! it's high time i learn to rely on God (: &lt;br /&gt;and for once my weird sleeping habits have come to good use- staying awake through the whole 8hours of the prayer meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again, my new year's resolution for the second year running is to &lt;u&gt;sleep early&lt;/u&gt;! hurhur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay happy new year! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-3695824369983501992?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/3695824369983501992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=3695824369983501992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/3695824369983501992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/3695824369983501992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2007/01/beggining.html' title='the beggining'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-3988046489568709405</id><published>2006-12-30T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:27:03.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so full of nothing</title><content type='html'>haha it's been awhile since i last blogged (: haha i can't really remember what i've been busy with though. if i remember correctly wednesday was spent attempting to do the &lt;s&gt;nonsensical&lt;/s&gt; english project with lorry. only that we weren't fated to do it (yay!) cause the internet crashed thanks to the earthquake. hahaha! and then there was the dinner at hyatt hotel's straits kitchen to celebrate the momma's birthday on thursday(: the international buffet was yummy stuff and for once i didn't bother about the fats and just felt happy eating! (: haha i have a few pictures but i'm so lazy to upload them! haha&lt;br /&gt;and on friday morning at 1am the not-very-near-but-near-enough neighbour chang yuan and i went to the trumps (a condominium) to enjoy the cool after shower breeze(maybe a little too cool), the good view and just to &lt;s&gt;gossip&lt;/s&gt; talk. HAHA the only annoying thing is having to climb the 17storeys up to the roof :/ though the view was truly very good. haha and i suprisingly managed to get up at 12 to do the project with lorry despite only coming home at 5. hahaha and of course there was tuition in the evening which is just brain draining. hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i tried sleeping at 12am on friday but i got up at 3am and couldn't fall asleep anymore :/ so i thought i'd just stay up till i have to go to church or something since i'm always doing that. so i watched a lot of tv including the very weird nancy lam cook show :/ and then i fell asleep at &lt;b&gt;10am&lt;/b&gt; :/ hur!i'm so annoyed with my weird sleeping habits ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's 0326 and if it hasn't occured to you, today(sunday) is the last day of the year. it feels odd but 2006 has been a pretty fast moving, and enjoyable year. time to get all geared up and get 2007 over and done with! (:&lt;br /&gt;it's weird cause almost everyone i talked to today mentioned one thing or other about the o's :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overnight prayer meet tomorrow! i need my sleep (: hoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-3988046489568709405?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/3988046489568709405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=3988046489568709405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/3988046489568709405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/3988046489568709405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-full-of-nothing.html' title='so full of nothing'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-772783991081059769</id><published>2006-12-26T11:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T12:02:28.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shower me with love and goodness</title><content type='html'>hello one and all and a jolly merry christmas to you(: haha how anticlimax since everyone has more or less returned to the boring daily routine. well christmas this year was, different. much more dull and it didn't feel a lot like christmas :/ but spending a lot of time in church and wtih the church friends what with the youth christmas party, gospel service, christmas service and lunch at raffles city was all good (: it just didn't feel as &lt;strong&gt;festive&lt;/strong&gt;! ): even the annual family dinner  was pretty &lt;s&gt;boring&lt;/s&gt; erm, dry? this year we watched DOA (though i was completely against that show at first. it wasn't that bad i guess) over dinner from the projector which shines on the very high wall :/ and had a lot of meat and potatoes and cake :/ and that plus all the chocolate i have received which i have more or less managed to finish has caused me to look like a ball! and my face a bigger coconut then ever! )))): and when i'm feeling all depressed and annoyed over my weight, i follow the momma to yoga and eugene peers at me and exclaims "eh! you put on weight &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;?" and after i tell him i'm not talking to him anymore he continues with "i didn't see you for one week and you put on weight!" and a lot more rubbish ): hur! someone teach him how to be a man please! tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i'm going on a diet! because i'm seriously feeling so self concious to the point i don't really feel like going out or shopping ): though i still will if i manage to lure the momma to bugis tomorrow! because you see, the momma's feeling slightly more generous these few days, so you know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm going to sleep! (: speaking of which, i had a pretty interesting dream a few nights/afternoons/mornings ago which was about me dreaming that i was dreaming of a dream which i was concious that i was dreaming in that [last (dream of a dream)] dream. understand?&lt;br /&gt;HAHEHEHOMOMO goodnight! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-772783991081059769?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/772783991081059769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=772783991081059769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/772783991081059769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/772783991081059769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/shower-me-with-love-and-goodness.html' title='shower me with love and goodness'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-6843459395000576353</id><published>2006-12-22T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:57:33.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sun dried kisses</title><content type='html'>hoho it's 0834 now and i have spent close to 5solid hours of searching for coloured paper, experimenting with designs and finally decorating 21 christmas card's envelopes and getting down to writing 9 long (okay no not really) cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after doing the annual christmas card thingamajig, i realised a few things. stuff like how i drifted away from certain friends, or became closer to others, while some friends remain such good buddies (: haha well and a lot of other stuff which i can't remember now cause i'm feeling a little brain dead, what it being so early in the morning and after all that writing and arty farty stuff. well one good thing is i'll only be writing 21cards this year, 21 &lt;b&gt;exclusive&lt;/b&gt; cards! hahaha! well the only reasons are cause of the lack of time and energy and i'm just lazy :/ haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a quick update about yesterday which was spent at nelly's with what tara calls the "old friends". watched a dvd and had a hilarious time of taboo thanks to the guys. joke of the day: daryl trying to make us guess the word smile, "kevin does this a lot!" hahaha and i finally went for tuition, and spent two hours doing two questions :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i shall go shower now! hopefully i'll feel more awake by the time the churchies arrive at 10 where our food preperation marathon for the christmas party would begin! long day ahead! i don't know why i didn't sleep :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-6843459395000576353?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/6843459395000576353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=6843459395000576353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/6843459395000576353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/6843459395000576353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/sun-dried-kisses.html' title='sun dried kisses'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-1686692772228454249</id><published>2006-12-21T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:05:24.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please forgive me</title><content type='html'>christmas this year seems to be a pretty busy one with a lot of last minute plans. for starters, i've been spending so much money on myself i am hardly left with any to get cards and those novelty gifts for the churchies. haha but i still have to since this is almost tradition. which also means i have 30 odd cards to rush through tomorrow night, and i really wish i could just put "Merry christmas and a happy new year!" but no i can't. and also cause the tutor doesn't seem to feel the christmas mood &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;, tuition is still on. that's one of the main reasons why i'm not looking forward to tomorrow ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i woke up half an hour late for training and i was so scared! but i still didn't go (either way i'd get scolded) which also means i'm as good as dead right now. i think i can say byebye to my cca points cause coach and mr l probably won't give them to me cause of my lousy attendence. i'm sorry but i really do not feel like holding that racket anymore. suprisingly, the momma isn't exploding in anger that i do not wish to continue playing tennis. she does seem quite excited over the prospects of me taking up golf, you know she being a &lt;s&gt;close to pro&lt;/s&gt; golfer and all :/ personally, i think i'll take a break from the sun, and ball hitting kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway i spent a lot of time in church today packing the christmas giftlets followed by the full dress rehersal. the kids really drain me of all my energy :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, my LJ is up and running. but i don't think i'll move there till i reach my 300th post here. this is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;291th&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/19235700-1686692772228454249?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/1686692772228454249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=1686692772228454249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/1686692772228454249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/1686692772228454249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/please-forgive-me.html' title='please forgive me'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-6280970552361676708</id><published>2006-12-20T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:27:50.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>come back to me</title><content type='html'>i've just finished my 3am early morning snack, how sinful. and it's raining again and i hope it continues till 12pm! and i would especially love for it to be a thunderstorm between 9am to 12pm so that i won't have to go for compulsory school training. oh God, please let it be! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was a really lazy day at home. sleeping till 4pm and watching teevee and online browsing&lt;s&gt;shopping&lt;/s&gt;  the only time i left the house was to get food from 7-11 (which i have managed to wipe out already &lt;s&gt;curry puff, sugar roll and chupachups&lt;/s&gt;) and to transfer money for all my online purchases which worries me cause i'm using my savings (years of &lt;em&gt;angpao&lt;/em&gt; money!) and though i claim i'd put a 100back when i get my allowence it's still scary. you know, the idea of spending money even before you get it? which probably means i'm going to be broke in january. but just as well, the momma wants me to be a hardcore mugger next year, and she'll make sure i stay home even if she has to chain me to my table. well she has managed to scare me after looking at my report book, telling me my results aren't good enough to get me anywhere (and i know that) and not scolding me, which just makes me feel sosososo guilty. and since sunday night i've been worrying about my results, but haven't done anything. i am such a loser i swear ): i have a feeling i'll be rushing through my homework during the first week of school which makes me dread school so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well right now i'm going to try conquering russia! in my history textbook. and get my ass to sleep soon before i oversleep and miss training and have coach hang me upside down on the fence and "CHCK!" at me. hur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-6280970552361676708?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/6280970552361676708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=6280970552361676708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/6280970552361676708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/6280970552361676708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/come-back-to-me.html' title='come back to me'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-4785607488333879685</id><published>2006-12-19T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:00:57.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>youth camp 2006</title><content type='html'>i'm back from camp (: it was pretty fun! haha&lt;br /&gt;what with the close to 5hours long amazing race from bishan, to macritchie to thomson with our heavy bags. haha and there was pearlyn and her fan club, the card games, the sessions which are rather beneficial i guess, and nice friends! haha so yes i'm glad (: puafeifei i hope you had a good time, best newcomer! (: hahaha! and pearlyn refused to sleep last night! hur so a few of us watched battle royale at 3am on chang yuan's laptop. haha it's a good show, interesting plot though i didn't get to finish the show since the subtitles stopped rolling halfway through the show and we gave up trying to figure out what they were saying three quarter way. it wasn't as gory as i expected :/ haha&lt;br /&gt;and by the time i got home i was so exhausted i fell into a 6hour slumber after i showered. which resulted in me being too lazy to go for tim's party :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is round the corner! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-4785607488333879685?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/4785607488333879685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=4785607488333879685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/4785607488333879685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/4785607488333879685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/youth-camp-2006.html' title='youth camp 2006'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-981790150861373074</id><published>2006-12-17T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:56:01.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's gonna be alright in Christ</title><content type='html'>i feel strangely lonely with the brother back in camp and the momma going to fly off tomorrow for 4days :/  just as well, church camp tomorrow for two days and one night. yay pearlyn's coming! ((: haha managed to get out off going for compulsory school training on tuesday cause i'll still be at camp, one last thing to settle's tuition :/ it doesn't help that the tutor's the scariest person ever.&lt;br /&gt;i need to pack soon, not that there's much to pack but i'm sure i'll be bringing more than i need to. as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been pretty fine and dandy with the hgc christmas party on friday, church on saturday and rehersals today. i'm going crazy teaching the primary school kids the dance. i hate using force and being fierce to get their attention but coming from the pre-primary side it's hard to establish my authority amongst these unknown primary school kids. oh well, it's sad that practicing the dance has become a punishment for making noise instead of something enjoyable :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm feeling a little queasy. shall go get my rest! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in two days (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-981790150861373074?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/981790150861373074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=981790150861373074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/981790150861373074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/981790150861373074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/everythings-gonna-be-alright-in-christ.html' title='everything&apos;s gonna be alright in Christ'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-1437877329170636632</id><published>2006-12-14T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:24:18.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how could i live without you?</title><content type='html'>today was a shitty day. pure &lt;em&gt;pangsai &lt;/em&gt;): it's like consecutive horrible things happen and me being extremely sensitive and moodswingy would get (insert negative emotion) and then ignore it. but silently it still affects me. and really, i hate being an emotic freak of nature. but hello? can everyone stop treating me like dirt and making use of me? gawd! and the momma's pmsing like hell and she keeps scolding me for every teenyweeny thing i do. and it's not like i'm in any state to tolerate all this. fuck it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was going to true yoga for &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt; cause the dodo head didn't tell my mom that my class was postponed when she called to clarify the mistake in her classes. so i got nagged at by the mother just because i didn't have the mood to go for other classes. and before that she made me so happy when she said that if i could get tigerairway tickets to bangkok we would go there on the 26th. and i managed to get tickets but it's 400bucks two ways. and she refuses to pay that amount to let me go there and shop and she doesn't like the idea of sitting a budget airline. and there are ten thousand other reasons behind that. so we might be going on a cruise. and when i told her "i don't mind going for the cruise but i would prefer going to thailand" i got scolded. like wtf? gawd mothers are such weird creatures :/ but yeah, i'm really disappointed that we're not going to bangkok anymore. i mean it does make sense i guess, what paying 400bucks to go there for the cheap deals. might as well use that money to shop in singapore. though you wouldn't get as much stuff but, sigh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was home followed by going to parkway with the brother for a yoshinoya dinner before meeting fern and ting yi for a kbox session. gawd it was so expensive! 89bucks? &lt;em&gt;kor i'd pay you back next month, i promise! &lt;/em&gt;daddy came to pick us up, sent kor back to camp and i reached home at 11 30. so that was the good part of today i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i've decided that the NUM bag should be my christmas present? cause i simply do not have the money to buy it this month nor next month. but i want it! and the NUM friend's discount isn't that great? better than nothing i guess. all i have to do now is convince the pmsing mother for the moolahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i'm going to try study now. so that today would be more fulfilling. cause seriously, today was just bullshit.&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/19235700-1437877329170636632?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/1437877329170636632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=1437877329170636632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/1437877329170636632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/1437877329170636632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-could-i-live-without-you.html' title='how could i live without you?'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-543199980508586862</id><published>2006-12-13T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T10:11:47.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for so much more</title><content type='html'>right so maybe yesterday i didn't exactly "find myself a study life" after i blogged. but instead starred at this stupid screen for a few hours anxiously waiting for the emails from the online dealers (which never came) till 5bloodyam before i pulled myself away from the computer and blog hopping. yes i am a loser in many ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met fern again today (: we went to run an errand first before going to bugis and bugis street. shopped around and burned big holes in my savings account :/ bought two more presents for the cousins and pretty shorts for myself (: spotted one or two gorgeous dresses and more pretty shorts and all that shimmyshammer but all these has to wait till next month :/ yeah i'm beggining to believe that money and shopping is the only thing that's making me look forward to the coming month. what with school and the big O's :/ anyhoos i came back to receive the horrid news that the paddington bags may not arrive in time for christmas and so i have to go out and search for presents for two teenage girls which should be easy since i'm one myself. but hah, it's tough cause i'm not a tad bit close to them so i don't know their preferences? grrr! i don't even think i'm getting anything for doing so much! ): hah but it is afterall christmas, the season of giving &lt;s&gt;your time away&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i hope my posts don't bore my readers out :/ right shall go catch some shut eye soon! might be going to true yoga with the momma early in the morning (10am) but i have a feeling she has got her classes mixed up so we would probably only end up there at 12 if not not even turn up. hah and then there's watching a movie with the churchies and possibly kbox with the brother and fern or something else. you know, when you have so many choices about what to do in a day, you end up not doing anything. well for me at least :/ so yes i do hope i'll not be a lazy ass tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya folks! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-543199980508586862?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/543199980508586862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=543199980508586862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/543199980508586862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/543199980508586862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-so-much-more.html' title='for so much more'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-8586011064516136007</id><published>2006-12-12T03:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T03:58:12.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all you need is love</title><content type='html'>okay i'm still pmsing ): anyway the momma didn't let me go out today cause she wanted me to stay home and study. which i have yet to do :/ well basically i spent the whole day (it's 7.20pm now) shopping online :/ aha! but not for myself. was trying to help the momma get presents for the cousins and hopefully i'll be able to benefit from that (: well i'm still hoping! hah anyway i've got the presents all pretty much worked out! yay! and boy was it tough! abercrombie polo and paddington bags! (: and the rest would have to wait till tomorrow! hoho i did get two pairs of shorts for myself! and i want the paddington bags too ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooooos! i went out with fernie yesterday! (: haha we haven't been out together since the beggining of time :/ so we had a very delayed meeting time (cause i'm slow and lazy!) and decided to go to town instead of the beach. even though we being shopaholics had to save the moolahs :/ spent a katrillion hours at fareast where the deals are supposedly better, you just have to dig deep (: well i did get a super gorgeous dress and a hairband which cost a whooping 50bucks altogether. to heeren to check out NUM and my future school bag! omg i'm feeling excited (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orange+white sling/tote (2-in-1!)&lt;/strong&gt; haha or &lt;strong&gt;black+gold sling/tote&lt;/strong&gt; or or or &lt;strong&gt;black+gold lining sling&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;omg too many choices! i have yet to meet with the NUM friend to &lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt; hint (: haheeheehomomo! soon soon! either that or i'll have to settle for my 10%  NUMcard discount :/&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to what i was saying (sorry, i digress) fern and i then went to the hidden starbucks for coffee and to bitch. haha! this was followed by one round around cine where the most gorgeous and cheap heels were spotted! but it didn't have my size anymore ): and what a weird place to fall in love with another dress but hula and co. but since i had no more moolahs to spare i had to pass ):&lt;br /&gt;left town at 10 only to return a half hour later and to crash in bed at 12! haha but yay i had a super fantastic time &lt;em&gt;LORH&lt;/em&gt; (inside joke!) (: hey girl, more days out soon yeah? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i'm blogging i might as well blog about spending a pleasent sunday out at vivo with the brother and church friends. so that was quite ironic cause a trip to vivo is rarely pleasent with the ginormous crowds! hur so we caught deja vu which i lovelovelove! though i didn't understand the complete science behind the show but it was a good suspense thriller kinda thing (: after the movie the rest wanted to leave but i wanted to shop so i decided to stay on by myself (: hoho niu and my "accidental" meet was hilarious (: and i'm proud to say i only bought 5bars of chocolate and twin pack freddos to share with the family! yay me (: candy empire is a sinful place i swear :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so this post has been a tad bit too materialistic :/ okay i am going to get myself a study life right nownownow! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-8586011064516136007?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/8586011064516136007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=8586011064516136007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/8586011064516136007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/8586011064516136007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='all you need is love'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-6358725212505955184</id><published>2006-12-10T07:24:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T07:24:54.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was never meant to be easy</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling extremely grumpy! ): i don't know why but i just feel like blogging before i go to sleep. well i can only expect myself to be grumpy after having been awake since around 2am last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay no i do not feel like blogging anymore. yes i am pmsing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just annoyed. annoyed at how people (plural) can reply smses in such a manner that it's almost as if you owe them a living. and the momma was irritating me with her contradictions! but afterall she's still my momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such an emo freak i swear. time to remedy my screwed up mind-sleep.&lt;br /&gt;will edit if i get up midmorning and ruin my whole "biological clock" once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ioasdadsaufpsuasdgvjkhoawueiwrwjhgew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-6358725212505955184?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/6358725212505955184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=6358725212505955184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/6358725212505955184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/6358725212505955184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-was-never-meant-to-be-easy.html' title='it was never meant to be easy'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-1633848026104835521</id><published>2006-12-09T06:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T06:44:33.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisted mindsets</title><content type='html'>gawd am i exhausted! so the "plan" didn't turn out exactly the way i wanted. i still fell asleep at 10am after watching winx club and the powerpuff girls over a bowl of oily mee. was initially planning on going to raffles city to visit fern on her last day at work before rushing to church to meet jaimie followed by the christmas dance practice, fellowship, bible study, dinner and then to service or the gig. yes, pretty busy day. well i just went to church in the end and couldn't go for the gig. oh well. sorry orange face :/ haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm pretty glad that the youths aren't doing the usual choir thing for christmas this year (: so the three of us together with yu xian co-ordinated the kids dance with the youth's and i think it looks rather nice (if i do say so myself)! simple but nice (: haheeheehomomo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes yes! i think i have decided that next year's school bag's going to be a NUM &lt;strong&gt;sling&lt;/strong&gt; (: yes i know i just bought the &lt;s&gt;overpriced&lt;/s&gt; tote but ahhh they're too pretty to resist. omg i'm going to pester the NUM friend for the ginormous discount! (: yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right i had more to blog about but the fatigue is kinda making me "brain dead" so yeah i should stop here. i'm thinking that if i don't go for dance tomorrow i'd go to town and the lime flea market (: anyone wants to join me? hoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-1633848026104835521?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/1633848026104835521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=1633848026104835521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/1633848026104835521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/1633848026104835521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/twisted-mindsets.html' title='twisted mindsets'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-2864383676114365677</id><published>2006-12-08T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:24:49.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when your head speaks louder than your heart</title><content type='html'>hah i swear i have the most annoying computer ever! i could just kick it! okay i just did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos! the old navy pretties arrived today! i'm happy cause they fit nicely (: haheeheehomomo! (: right so i only slept at 8am yesterday/today :/ shiz this is bad! and i was forced awake by the momma cause the computer guy was coming to take the office computer away. but the momma refused to let him fix my computer cause i would be alone at home with him and that's not safe! haha just as well, saves me a lot of small talk and time cause it's so hard to shoo him away :/ so after getting up at 11 i wasted time in front of the teevee watching bring it on all or nothing for the 2348719841 time. and then i trained to the airport, took the shuttle bus to the box of a airport terminal (budget &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;! but seriously does budget refer to the terminal or the airlines that land there? enlighten me please) right, so finding my way there without a cab has caused the parents to think i'm some &lt;s&gt;child&lt;/s&gt; prodigy/genius. HAHA so anyway, yay yay yay! nancy's back! cab fare back caused 12bigbucks. rip off ): i need to be reimbursed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i didn't go for tuition :/ &lt;s&gt;cause the friends weren't going&lt;/s&gt; and i really hope that since i have the scariest tutor (tara i don't see why you aren't afraid. haha!) yet, i'd be more disciplined and get better grades. hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't think i'm sleeping tonight since i had a 3hour nap just now. long day tomorrow! so maybe i'll be able to sleep by 11pm. and i haven't been shopping! ): but neither have i studied more than 8chapters of anything. sheesh academics stress me out far too much, aha! that's why i need retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bull shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-2864383676114365677?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/2864383676114365677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=2864383676114365677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/2864383676114365677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/2864383676114365677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-your-head-speaks-louder-than-your.html' title='when your head speaks louder than your heart'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-7390448595946985139</id><published>2006-12-07T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:33:19.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fragile pieces of a broken heart</title><content type='html'>as i anxiously wait for saturday to come so fuzzy can help me with my LJ template, here's a temporary one for blogger. not the best, not the prettiest (in fact that white faced lady scares me) but i am utterly sick of the previous skin. and similarly am sick of a black background. so there! a ready made skin courtesy of blogskins.com&lt;br /&gt;one more thing, this skin makes my posts look annoyingly long(er than usual) so i'm going to try to keep what i have to say short. which is difficult cause i'm such a naggy, long-winded person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prata with lulu at 1am last night was love. it was good fun laughing at each other and all that. i'm lucky to have a nice neighbour who keeps me company late at night, every other day (: came back and was feeling grossed out by the sight of my room so i folded and packed my clothes! (: well nancy's coming back tomorrow and i have to go pick her up :/ but yay she's finally back! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition tomorrow :/ i'm feeling oddly nervous&lt;br /&gt;haven't been going for cip, goodness. too much worries ): not good cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is coming! haheeheehomomo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-7390448595946985139?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/7390448595946985139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=7390448595946985139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/7390448595946985139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/7390448595946985139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/fragile-pieces-of-broken-heart.html' title='fragile pieces of a broken heart'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-6608456751589269642</id><published>2006-12-06T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T08:50:50.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>before it's too late</title><content type='html'>oh goodness. it's december! and i haven't acheived anything or done anything productive or beneficial for the fast approaching academic year. this only means i'm going to have to work extra hard next year! i just hope these aren't just empty words of promise but that i would actually have enough sense to go through with my plans. and after all that "i'm going shopping tomorrow" talk, which happens everyday, i haven't been to the mall since sunday :/ which isn't such a long time ago but i've been pushing my plans back and you know procrastinating is never good.&lt;br /&gt;gaaaahhh i just feel a mess ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while i'm ranting i need to complain about my computer which keeps bugging me about my 43MB free disk space, which is obviously far too low. but i really do not know how to solve it cause i am the biggest computer coconut ever. so i can't tell what is delete-able and what isn't. i can however tell that photoshop takes up way too much space. omg computer whizzes please save me! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so it has been another night of sleeping past 5am cause the teevee was having reruns of ellen and tyra. which i simply have to watch cause ellen's so funny and tyra is so fashion forward/related i can't miss it either (though her sense of humour is so dry) well anyway! i was also waiting for the macs advert with the essential dance instructor in it. cause yesterday everyone was talking about her being in an advert and i haven't seen it yet! so i was hoping i could see it but then i realised that it being a family targeted advertisment it probably wouldn't be on the telly in the wee hours of the morning. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wake up past 4 despite everyone calling me the entire day. got up to a bad start with the momma nagging at me for being a pig. no she did call me a pig, it wasn't a figure of speech. hur so i used the computer and watched ellen, so i probably won't need to catch it tonight. and then i left the house to meet the aspiring lawyers after their job attachment. coffebean with tara after that. christmas cakes and pasta (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hur the momma made me sweep the front porch at 10PM. hur! oh yes! let me list my accomplishments of surviving without a maid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. i learnt to boil water&lt;br /&gt;this is very important cause without this i would have died of milo deficiency. this has however resulted in me eating too much cup noodles cause that is as far as i can go with "solid" food- pour hot water into a cup :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. i took my trash out. yes just my own, and only cause it was seriously overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. uhm i just swept part of the front porch! (though the momma said there were still leaves there even after i swept it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. i watered the plants last night!&lt;br /&gt;nancy did request for me to water the plants (which i had dutifully forgot to almost as soon as she told me) especially since she was growing something new. thank goodness for the rain! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. i made the momma's bed, once! i don't even bother for my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;. i open and close the gate and door myself! and i even do it for others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;.i am still alive! hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's not that bad :/ the house is sorta dusty and all that. and my room is a pig sty, just as i have predicted, with 5piles of clothes around the room (one's spilling out of the rack/drawers, another on top of my printer, and there's the one on my spoilt chair, one more on my other messy table and uh the last one's on the floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right i'm so annoyed at myself for procrastinating too much.&lt;br /&gt;so GOODBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-6608456751589269642?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/6608456751589269642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=6608456751589269642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/6608456751589269642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/6608456751589269642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/before-its-too-late.html' title='before it&apos;s too late'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-2380794735647528985</id><published>2006-12-05T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T07:57:25.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>only for you do i lay my life at your feet</title><content type='html'>haha okay i really do not know where to start. what a crazy day of the usual daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was rudely awakened by a phonecall to ask where i was cause i was late for cip :/ thank goodness the meeting place was at kembangan so i just had to brisk walk there. alvin came with a mini bus to fetch us to the location. hahaa! sorted cranes for 2hours and had lunch before walking home in the sweltering hot sun. lazed around and slept for an hour before leaving for yoga with the momma. my thighs (hahaha fuzzy! tighs!) was still hurting but it was much better after essential dance though it's starting to ache again. had one hour in between my two classes so i just bummed around before going for fusion dance. really wasn't in the mood to walk, talk much less dance today. i don't know, was just feeling very &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; :/ oh well. and i made a very amazing discovery today! which should make me disappointed but i'm suprisingly not. HAHA no i am not in denial, okay truthfully i was disappointed for like 5minutes before i started chuckling to myself (as usual :/ ) and then i felt &lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt; powerful! HAHA i think i just might have found my talent! hahaha! anyway i think it's better this way. yay me (: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thank you lord for indeed doing things in your own time (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a super big dinner after that and now i'm like going to pop or explode or something. and my guts would just spill out and, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oooo gory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! okay sorry i'm quite high so i think i should go and get new plasters for my new blisters and then go dance around my room or something. hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYEBYEBYEEEEEEEEE! &lt;em&gt;haheeheehomomo&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-2380794735647528985?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/2380794735647528985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=2380794735647528985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/2380794735647528985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/2380794735647528985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/only-for-you-do-i-lay-my-life-at-your.html' title='only for you do i lay my life at your feet'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-1487966730350736003</id><published>2006-12-03T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:24:12.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one two step</title><content type='html'>gawd it's 0500 now. this is so screwed up. i didn't sleep last night despite feeling completely wiped out during the earlier part of the night. so i went to church, had breakfast and met fuzzy for dance. we were pretty much on time for bollywood. hahaha class was a bit crazy today cause it was the last day for this choreography so everyone was just trying to have fun (: hahaha to the lounge followed by macs and back to the lounge before going over to the other building for street jazz. haha i somehow really like street jazz. hahaha and as usual by the time street jazz was over we couldn't even walk straight. so i decided not to go for tennis (suprise suprise!) but somehow could find the energy to go shopping. yay daddy! hahaha to bugis and bugis street and i'm trying very despretely to get a change in style. and this morning i concluded that i really have nothing up to date or new to wear anymore. i think i'm going shopping later on today! i need to get the topshop puffy sleeve top or whichever alternative brand. and in order to not make myself feel so horrendously guilty, i'm going to study and make arrangements for my new math tuition (which i forgot to tell my mom about much less discuss with her but i need her to pay? *note to self: tell momma like soon!) right so i've got big plans for today! and i'll stay out so i won't fall asleep and i'll try to go to bed at 10pm tonight! okay i'm going to pretend to sleep soon (i hope i don't really fall asleep) before the momma wakes up in an hour's time to send the brother back to camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay mindless ramblings in one big paragraph. BYEBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-1487966730350736003?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/1487966730350736003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=1487966730350736003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/1487966730350736003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/1487966730350736003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-two-step.html' title='one two step'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-4784059875756727297</id><published>2006-12-02T09:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T10:56:35.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>marygoround</title><content type='html'>[edit]&lt;br /&gt;haha oh yeah i was watching ellen (which together with oprah is the best show ever) last night/this morning and they showed this hilarious video which i must share with everyone. check it out, it's just to weird. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbYLEQDqjIY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbYLEQDqjIY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling really pms-sy! some times i wonder whatever happened to those good ol' days where i'd return home from church feeling so happy. i guess it's just the decesions we make that changes things. haha and i have come to realise that during alter call, i tend to forget that i'm actually talking to real people and i tend to spill out a little too much :/ okay random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance tomorrow. i'm somehow not as excited as before. i guess i just wasted my time worrying if i could get all 4 of us in. uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm not in the right state of mind to blog. pms+fatigue= frustration&lt;br /&gt;i need retail therapy. because money falls from the sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-4784059875756727297?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/4784059875756727297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=4784059875756727297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/4784059875756727297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/4784059875756727297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/marygoround.html' title='marygoround'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-4939842516476067421</id><published>2006-12-01T09:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T09:24:09.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work it</title><content type='html'>livejournal is annoying. many thanks to farchee for the expert help. AHA! it should be up and running soon, provided i do not get too annoyed with it that i decide to delete the account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blogger i still love you and am only comfortable around you! but you see, people need change. don't jealous kay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lulu and i caught step up today! yes, finally! do you know how hard it was to find someone else who didn't watch that movie yet? hur&lt;br /&gt;well, us being lazy bums and slowpokes only left our house at 2 50 when the movie was at 3 15. so we cabbed down to town! (it rhymes! hahaa!) well we were still late because of some massive jam and an extremely slow cabbie. caught the 5sth show instead with a little bit of shopping and pepperlunch in between. haha it's been some time since lu and i went out together! you know beyond 7-11 and kembangan. hahaha! and at an earthly hour (: HAHA usually it's just midnight talks and trips to get mochi. haha so yay us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, step up was fantastic! channing's so hot! too cute (: haha and the show really makes you feel like dancing! hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know what to get for budget novelty gifts! (i'm sorry friends i hope you like candy! but they're pretty! i promise!) okay so maybe they aren't exactly budget but ahh i should really work out my finances :/ and i feel like going shopping alone tomorrow before church. haha when i shop alone i usually am out on a mission to buy stuff, though i do not usually know what. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm off! i need to burn fats! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s anyone wants to be my chem tutour? no seriously, this is a job offer! HAHA (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-4939842516476067421?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/4939842516476067421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=4939842516476067421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/4939842516476067421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/4939842516476067421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/12/work-it.html' title='work it'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-825707860835276750</id><published>2006-11-30T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:37:26.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>it's 0225 now. haha it has been a pretty slow day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was spent at fuzzy's. spaghetti while watching the most boring show ever, hard candy. total waste of time. and how convenient to film with probably only having to go to three different locations at most. fwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm having a late night drink of nespray milk with a pinch of cadbury chocolate powder. yummy scrummy stuff. and it's like a drug cause i'm feeling sleepy now! hahaha and i've only spent 3/4 of today sleeping. HUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i'm starting to worry and feel guilty for not starting on any homework much less any revision :/ soonsoon! i hope &lt;s&gt;i am so screwed&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably going to town tmr with lulu (: and my thing &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; had better come soon or it's going to ruin all my plans! (my apologies for being so explict)  hur how is one to dance like that! speaking of which my shoulders still ache when i move them and it has been 4days! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i need more rest! and i need to shop larhzxzxzxz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-825707860835276750?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/825707860835276750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=825707860835276750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/825707860835276750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/825707860835276750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-302862206042661746</id><published>2006-11-29T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:42:00.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just like my socks</title><content type='html'>today was a pretty fulfilling day, compared to others. so yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up really early to go for cip in yio chu kang :/ went to a student care centre for the mentally challenged. though there were only about 7kids. well it was a pretty refreshing and rewarding experience and the kids are plenty of fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished at 11 so i went down to bugis to find the kettling friends and keep them company (ahem cause i am nice! hahaha) many trips to get bubbletea and the much loved corochan! haha and hearing them ring the bell from far away never fails to make me chuckle to myself (yes lorry i know what you are thinking!) hahahaa! and when we were just bumming around these people approached us and said they needed models for i do not know what but it's for the hair. told us we could dye, cut, curl or whatever we want for free. HAHA so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lorry curled her hair, fuzzy trimmed hers since it's already curled and pretty and i trimmed and dyed my hair. which was just a waste of time cause everyone said i wouldn't suit brown (cause i'm so annoying tan), and i sorta agree cause i know i'll look like an ahem ahlian. so i trusted the hairstylist in going for VIOLET which is not purple okay. but knowing i like brown he added a tiny bit of brown for a base and mahagony and the result is nothing. it doesn't look a tad bit different in any light! hur i'm guessing because he only allowed it to settle for half an hour :/ but oh well i don't lose anything except maybe an inch of my hair. but he styled my hair pretty nicely which probably just means i would never be able to duplicate it. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited a little while more for them to finish their kettling duty and lorry and i went to look see around bugis and bugis street. haha and i got myself a manicure, it's red! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a really random note, i think i'm finally starting to lose the thrill of online shopping. firstly cause it takes ten thousand years to be shipped in from america and nothing beats going to a store, browsing and finding the perfect fit. online shopping just means sitting with your fingers crossed hoping that that piece of clothing fits your not so model like body as nicely as it did on a model. i think i'll stick to getting accessorize and safer choices like tees online from singaporean suppliers and sellers instead. but definitely not as much as last time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's 0230! i'm off goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-302862206042661746?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/302862206042661746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=302862206042661746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/302862206042661746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/302862206042661746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-like-my-socks.html' title='just like my socks'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116473084722631605</id><published>2006-11-28T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T08:46:55.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one step forward, two steps back</title><content type='html'>uphaha i feel like i do not have a life. ever since nancy went back and the momma has been home 24/7 i haven't been out much. i haven't even caught step up! and to think i've been looking forward to it's opening since a month back. hur so my life pretty much revolves around the true yoga schedule :/ tsk and my lack of a social life is also probably cause of my shortage of moolahs and well just being plain lazy. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go down to church yesterday, but it started raining when i was about to leave the house, leaving me stranded at home. no i do not use the umbrella thank you. so my orignial plans were crushed and changed to having lunch with the momma at the country club before following her for yoga, but not to actually do it. just watch. hah i don't even know why i wanted to watch her or whatsoever but i guess it beats being home starring at the idiot box. and what was supposed to be two sessions of yoga became three, leaving me bored to death. and i probably would have jumped off the building just for some thrills if not for the occasional company of aunty cindy and eugene and of course the smiley masters (tara i know you like! HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and the brother is home! (: haha so the momma, grandma, brother and i went to the country club (again! agh) for lunch. ran some errands, well an errand and he dropped us off at the yoga centre. hah the momma ditched me and left for coffee with her friend, coming back 20minutes later for essential dance. and after that i had to wait another hour before fusion dance started. and when you have nothing to do you can really feel yourself wasting time, you know? the heartache. sheesh. so it was fusion dance after the agonising one hour. dancing on my blisters is no fun, feeling them burst while dancing is just disgusting and having them form right after that is annoying. thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;dinner and home it is. i'm exhausted and i'm tired of thinking so bloody much. no more yoga till sunday i promise. i need time off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;hah! i seriously feel cheated. i even feel cheated for my mom and for everyone else. i do not know your purpose but this "secret" or confession is dangling at the tip of my tongue and i feel like blurting it all out. it bothers me because it concerns so many people and that includes my mom. it's not funny anymore and i don't know if i can laugh with you and joke about it any longer. how would i even know it's you i'm talking to and not just another mask for another motive? fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tara where are you! (okay i do know where you are larh, haha!) i need to bitch! hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cip again tomorrow! i need to shop cause i have nothing to wear anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116473084722631605?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116473084722631605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116473084722631605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116473084722631605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116473084722631605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-step-forward-two-steps-back.html' title='one step forward, two steps back'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116456275384307399</id><published>2006-11-26T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T09:39:13.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>with a sense of poise and rationality</title><content type='html'>as expected today was very much tiring though i didn't stay for the whole sermon planing and didn't go for tennis. but still! hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was tough getting up in the morning, but i did anyway. hahaha cabbed to church cause i was late, which is a weekly affair :/ so it was children's church followed by brunch. and then we remembered we had to present the dance today and we haven't finish choreographing it. haha but we did manage to complete it in half an hour (: but jaimie thinks it's too complicated for the kids and also cause we won't be having many practices and that is why we have to go down tomorrow to change some steps. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway fuzzy and i went for dance today. we were late for bollywood but it was still good fun (: to coffe club for smoothies before going back for street jazz, only to remember i needed shoes for that studio. we still went for the class anyway. and my feet hurt like hell now cause i was turning and all that on my blisters :/ but i did enjoy the class a lot (: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fuzzy and i thinking we had all the energy in the world dragged ourselves to vivo to look see. we didn't get to see much cause we were so exhausted :/ to the sky garden followed by burger king by the playground before stoning there whilst waiting for my dad to come pick us up cause we were too tired for the train. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i've concluded that i've been eating abnormally huge amounts of food this weekend ): and my tummy is going to expand to 9month pregnant woman proportions. hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i have decided to switch to livejournal and keep my posts muchmuch shorter and all that. what say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116456275384307399?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116456275384307399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116456275384307399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116456275384307399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116456275384307399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/with-sense-of-poise-and-rationality.html' title='with a sense of poise and rationality'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116447376779028872</id><published>2006-11-25T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T08:56:09.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maahi ve</title><content type='html'>okay i somehow feel like i've got loads to do but i actually don't. okay maybe thinking of the chariskidz telematch (which is long overdue) is quite stressing. and tomorrow is really the latest i can go cause i won't have any more excuse, except maybe give a sheepish smile and look irresponsible. well more irresponsible then i already am :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so i went to church at 2plus and was late for bs (as usual). choreographed the chariskidz christmas dance with linette and evonne. oh gosh we're so sick of that song and pastor nicely announced to us that the youths are going to sing that for christmas while the kids dance. oh goodness :/ fellowship after that seemed a little unplanned but quite alright. pre-dinner with niuniu before going back to church for sat@7 . dinner with some of the youths after service and i feel guilty for eating a whole combo at long john's :/ firstly cause i haven't been eating a lot recently so it feels odd and secondly cause i hardly ever finish an entire combo :/ okay so maybe exercise doesn't make me very hungry (: dance more! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and tomorrow i'm going for bollywood and street jazz with fuzzy and i don't know why i'm feeling excited :/ hur.  so it's church, an hour of sermon planning, two hours of dance and then tennis :/ i'm going to be dead tired. i hope it rains! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel shopping deprived ): and because i couldn't stand it anymore i purchased a necklace online. and i only have 20in my account. i already have a plan on what to get once i get money next week! (: more online shopping! i love american brands! speaking of which my old navy and aeropostle are taking forever to come in. and i need more sweats for dance :/ i'm going to take the first week of december off from dance cause of girly reasons. HAHAHA and that green adidas jacket and more dressy tops and pretty dresses and skirts and shorts and omg!&lt;br /&gt;show me the moolahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i should start planning that telematch thing and then get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHTNIGHTNIGHT, uhm i think i'm a little high :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116447376779028872?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116447376779028872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116447376779028872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116447376779028872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116447376779028872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/maahi-ve.html' title='maahi ve'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116438992978178253</id><published>2006-11-24T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:49:54.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>get going, move</title><content type='html'>haha okay initially i wasn't in the mood to blog cause of some &lt;s&gt;pretty fucked up&lt;/s&gt; situation but thank you tara for letting me rant, vent and relief. HAHAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;okay so i feel much better now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, today i was supposed to get up early and go rollerblading with the church friends but er i woke up late and slept well into the afternoon. the second time since erm two weeks ago? haha okay though i missed going out with them, sleep was so good (: anyhoos i went to true yoga with the momma again. non-stop three hours of essential dance, kickboxing and bollywood. an hour each. hah i think i'm beggining to truly enjoy burning fats in an air-conditioned room. though all these have gotten me plenty of blisters :/ dinner after that before coming home and getting so damn pissed off. okay nevermind, i think nancy should really hurry and come back so life can just return to normal where i don't have to keep running around and staying over everywhere. well at least the brother's coming back in 4days time so yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and i happened to chance upon jay chou's &lt;em&gt;ting mama de hua&lt;/em&gt; music video, and i must say this is the very first time i thought he was ahem charming (: okay this is one of the few times i'm listening to a chinese song since css, hur :/ the only other times are in the car when my brother's jay chou or david tao cds are on, which is how i came to know and like this song. so yes, this is a historic moment! the first time i thought jay chou looked seemingly good looking, and i &lt;u&gt;secretly&lt;/u&gt; know why. haha! so to save everyone the aggravation of going to youtube, here's the video. can someone tell me what's up with his grandma print sweater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9xM2tAEhn_o" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, jay chou is the smaller of the two boys right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116438992978178253?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116438992978178253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116438992978178253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116438992978178253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116438992978178253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/get-going-move.html' title='get going, move'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116420158421830676</id><published>2006-11-22T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T05:36:59.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever and a day</title><content type='html'>haha it's wednesday already. the holidays have been passing fairly quickly and i'm sure before we know it it's back to school and mugging my brains dry. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few days have been pretty alright. i've been going down to true yoga alot these days. monday for fusion dance and combat, which is actually kickboxing and is suprisingly fun! burns a lot but yet you don't feel extremely i'm-going-to-die kind of tired. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a trip to west mall with fuzzy and tara was like one to malaysia ( we never failed to keep telling each other that). there to watch cheryl ang perform only to miss her performance. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday woke up at 7 cause i stayed over at the bayshore, cabbed home and was supposed to meet tara at 8 30 to go for bollywood dance together. haha but she was late. haha went down anyway and joined the class half an hour late :/ we were like doing our own dance cause we really couldn't catch up :/ haha and watching tara was hilarious. HAHA i think the true yoga lounge is my soon to be second home. tsk&lt;br /&gt;took a train to my house and we were so tired we decided to miss the stop and go all the way to pasir ris and back so we could sleep. HAHA bus to tara's after, pictionary with her and her brother and his girlfriend. haha and that caused us to rush, got ready and left to meet the rest. it was quite chaotic to get 9 other people whom we just called up that very morning to meet. so we got to momo, realised we wouldn't be able to get in. the rest didn't want to try so we decided to go out instead! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three guys left for MOS and the other two disappeared. so the 5of us girls had a good time on our own (: so it was a night of dinner and desserts, dares and confessions. come to think of it, i seriously had fun. i really did (: haha i love the girlfriends for seeing what i fail to see, for looking out for me and for so much fun. ahh i really love you guys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed over at tara's and we had another round of pictionary, three on three. haha and to bed, waking up at 7 30 to get ready to leave the house. got dropped off at the bayshore park bus stop and i initially wanted to get to the bayshore but after walking for half an hour in heels and carrying two heavy bags i was still very far from my destination. in the end i took off my heels and walked on the road barefooted. omg it hurt like hell :/ but still better than my aching feet in heels. hah in the end i took a cab home, which i would have done so earlier if i wasn't next to the highway? okay i don't know if it was a highway but it definitely was a road where cars couldn't stop :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and despite my aching feet and tired body, i dragged myself to go with the momma for bollywood dance. haha! and i heard that true yoga's going to have proper dance classes by next month! it's almost studio wu-ish. omg my dream is going to be fulfilled much earlier (: HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm tired. i just realised i haven't gone for cip in quite awhile. maybe i should go tomorrow :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrigh this is it, GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i saw, and didn't like it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116420158421830676?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116420158421830676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116420158421830676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116420158421830676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116420158421830676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/forever-and-day.html' title='forever and a day'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116395455202005701</id><published>2006-11-19T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T09:00:29.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do it all over again</title><content type='html'>being home alone, or without a maid for that matter, makes me feel emo. i really have no idea why, but this independence is coming with a price. i used to feel that i had learnt or rather was forced to be independent at a pretty young age and now i realise it really wasn't so. okay maybe the emo songs aren't helping either. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg and just now when i switched the tv on so that i wouldn't miss the apprentice, incredible tales wasn't over yet. and when the song came on i literally ran to the tv from the computer(okay it's like 5 steps away) to switch it off. sheesh im such a loser sometimes. stop secretly thinking "you mean all the time" hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, the past few days have been pretty eventful. friday was spent first by getting up early and going for yoga with the momma. yoga instead of pilates cause we were late :/ and then i went on for fusion dance, which is like a mix of all sorts of indian dance. omg i love it! haha though it's so tiring like how he does the dance over and over again non-stop for an hour! and we were prancing from one end of the studio to the other :/ but overall it was fun (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had cip after that at the cdc. it's getting quite tiresome and sorting and counting cranes is beggining to feel like a chore but it's for the community! haha well it's actually not THAT bad, i need to change my perspective on this before the next meeting (: hahaha at least the people are pretty nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was cip again but this time it was at sentosa! haha so it was slightly better. hur we walked from harbour front to sentosa under the blazing hot sun ): and if there's one thing i do not need, it's a tan. tsk the event was pretty fun with one group doing glittered tatoos and folding balloons and the other going out to teach people to fold cranes. and yes i was going out to teach the people to fold cranes. hahaha it got pretty frustrating at one point when it was so hot and you have been repeating the same thing so many times. oh well i still think this is a pretty good initiative and a great way to get cip points, so yes less complains (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a bus out of sentosa with lorry. we had no idea how far the bus would take us and to where :/ HAHA but i thought the bus ride was fun with all our nonsense (: and omg eyecandies on the bus! HAHAHAHA omg. yarh larh i'm deprived okay hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to church and got there 20minutes late. it wasn't in my initial plan to go to church but i feel glad that i did. i don't know, but i just felt very blessed (: took a bus home after dinner and when i was walking home and approaching the pretty dark and scary stretch, when this man who looked somewhat like a drug addict approached me. i was on the phone with the momma and he was blabbering on oblivious to the fact i was on the phone. tsk and i can't multitask for nuts and i had disorganized thoughts so i allowed the momma to end the call. and he was still talking. "can you help me, i need money to go home..." omg i was so freaked out i just agreed to give him 4bucks :/ i mean it isn't a lot but i just feel robbed :/ HAHA and i was afraid that if i didn't give him the money he would hunt me down and kill or rape me or something like that! :/ yes trust my vivd imagination to scare the hell outta me. and i would just let it pass if it wasn't for some guy who ran up to him after that and that part of the "story" doesn't match up. but yeah it doesn't matter, he could have genuinely needed the money. and i was still pretty shocked when i came home and got on the computer and stupid taralyn teo xue wen had to scare me with her tags! tsk i was seriously prepared to report the situation to the police, it even crossed my mind if they did come to check my computer what would happen if they saw my limewire? HAHA and to the second anonymous who hasn't admitted who you are, you better do so soon before i really decided to go ahead with my plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally i had a nice time at chariskidz with the children today (: i think i'm beggining to be more patient with them. yeah and when i get to talk to them nicely i really truly enjoy their company and their little exclamations and everything else. hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm exhausted, till next time&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT AND GOODBYE (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116395455202005701?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116395455202005701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116395455202005701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116395455202005701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116395455202005701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-it-all-over-again.html' title='do it all over again'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116370126936991795</id><published>2006-11-16T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:21:10.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when?</title><content type='html'>nancy the domestic help left for her "holiday" today :/ the house is that much more empty and i think i'll just rot in what would become a pig sty in three days. hah the momma joked that she would have to tie a string of biscuits round my neck or i'll starve to death cause i'm so lazy. and i have been taught how to operate the washing machine and iron though i have a feeling i'll only do my laundry once a week and wear crumpled clothes, either that or manage to burn a hole in my hand. three weeks is too long, i'll just take this as an adventure! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have suprisingly managed to wake up early in the morning by myself (: yesterday was 6am and today was 8! haha but i still sleep at pretty weird times. like in the late afternoon/early evening to midnight or earlier and then in the middle of the night again. and you get the idea larh huh :/ went to the airport to send nancy off and i really hate goodbyes which sounds so cliche and corny but that was something i realised today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that the momma and i rushed to true yoga while she did two sessions of yoga i chilled at the really gorgeous and ahem peaceful lounge. and when it was about time i went to wait for her outside the studio. and somehow i went for a pilates class? we were supposed to go in to listen and SEE what it was about but i guess not. tsk i was not dressed for any form of exercise much less pilates. denim shorts? no&lt;br /&gt;well anyway we'll be going back tomorrow for pilates again! i like it cause it tones my non-existant abs! oh and after pilates we walked over to the UOB building to see the new true yoga outlet and goodness it's really gorgeous! the gym is like HUGE with pretty lights and all. i think i might just spend november and some part of december working out. HAHAHA and after that we walked all over to look for the coffebean the momma saw a few days back only to realise she mistook coffe club for coffebean! and i was so tired cause my bag weighed a ton and we walked everywhere only to end up in the same place so i was a little annoyed :/ and now i feel really bad ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's 2am now and i think i'm going to read prozac nation before i go back to sleep (:&lt;br /&gt;to the cdc tomorrow, i hope saturday's sentosa event would be fun :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116370126936991795?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116370126936991795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116370126936991795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116370126936991795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116370126936991795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/when.html' title='when?'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116352418317321275</id><published>2006-11-14T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:09:45.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the black parade</title><content type='html'>harhar i finally had my haircut and it's pretty nice except that lady had to go and cut my fringe till it's so annoyingly short! and i look like a coconut again! and i was just beggining to love my fringe ): and i'm going crazy cause i can't side part it properly and thanks now my head looks twice as big and round! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway! i slept past 5am again but amazingly got up at about 0740 (: did cip again. today we went to stamford primary and changkat changi primary to teach them to fold the cranes. hahaha quite an experience at changkat. took a p4 class with lorry and a p5 class on my own. primary school kids are too hyperactive. especially the boys. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the momma and had my haircut and had lunch at parkway. and then i came home to sleep (: didn't go for the audition cause the momma "suddenly" decided to listen to the prime minister's words and be stricter with me. i bet he didn't even say anything like that tsk. ugh she has no idea how many opportunities i'm throwing down the drain thanks to her big ideas of me and my o's. but anyway i decided that i should just stop trying to get my way cause i won't, so i'll just listen to her for one long year and after that i'll get my freedom back again (: probably for a year before this cycle repeats itself for my A's. if i go to JC that is :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the resolution of the week is "spend less time on the computer" for real&lt;br /&gt;and so! i'll try to get off in 15minutes time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116352418317321275?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116352418317321275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116352418317321275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116352418317321275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116352418317321275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/welcome-to-black-parade.html' title='welcome to the black parade'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116344839625865551</id><published>2006-11-14T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:12:58.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>free hugs</title><content type='html'>haha it's 0356 now and i thought i'd share a video with everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;after random video hopping on youtube i came across this and i thought it was reallyreally truly sweet (: &lt;s&gt;oh and i feel like a genius for noticing that that is pitt street in sydney! haha anticlimax&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try watching it more than once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spread the love&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116344839625865551?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116344839625865551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116344839625865551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116344839625865551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116344839625865551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/free-hugs.html' title='free hugs'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116343644595038606</id><published>2006-11-13T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:57:41.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look into my eyes</title><content type='html'>it's been awhile since i last blogged. haha though it's the holidays, not much have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling very unhealthy these days. weird eating habits :/ i don't know if you consider this "forgetting to eat" but yes i do forget to eat until i'm so hungry i get gastric which hurts so much i can barely walk. and then i haven't been sleeping at earthly hours. i've been sleeping at past 5am and waking up 12hours later. too much sleep makes me extra tired! i'm so hard to please really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well an update of what i have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;haha i haven't stopped online shopping :/ and it's killing me really. my computer is on almost 12hours a day and i'm always infront of it. speak about being unhealthy :/ and i've began bitting into my savings-savings account which has dropped from the thousand range to the hundreds. and that's not good since this money is supposed to be from over the years. sheesh thank you i do not have a life ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was friday that lorry and i went to do cip and had starbucks and watched material girls. which is the dumbest show next to my super ex-girlfriend. i love chick flicks but i don't even know what to call this. i do however like their balenciaga bags though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was cip again at the cdc. spent about 5hours there counting cranes, you know, paper cranes? 2050cranes in each bag and we actually counted about a 100bags (no kidding). of course we didn't count them one by one, i would have gone mad. we used the electronic balance which is pretty amazing. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church after that was just alright. i'm beggining to feel out of place in church :/ it's hard to tell who's your friend anymore. hahaha not only in church. i mean yeah everyone's a "friend" but how many can you feel comfortable with and call up anytime of the week to go out or just to talk on the phone? i feel like i'm losing friends and i know it's my fault and my stupid attitude and i'm truly sorry if i've offended anyone and i promise i'll change ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on saturday i didn't sleep cause i wasn't very tired then. got to church on time! (: had bak kut teh with the daddy after church. after brunch i decided to walk around bugis street but all the stores were closed :/ and i don't know i wasn't in much of a shopping mood cause i was so tired! went to bugis and back to bugis street to see most of the stalls still closed. and by then i was practically sleep walking. told the daddy that i was tired and he actually suggested we sit down and have a drink. i would have expected him to ask me if i wanted to go home to rest. haha so we went to macs and i really couldn't stand it so the daddy sent me home (:&lt;br /&gt;nancy the domestic help was having her off day so i was alone at home and i fell asleep woke up past 5 to my maid screaming outside for me at the back of the house. HAHA this is the second time someone had to do that to wake me up and open the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes today's monday. a really lazy day for me. slept past 5 again because i watched bring it on all or nothing and take the lead. was supposed to go for an audition today but thank goodness she smsed to postpone cause i overslept anyway. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this post does not flow. maybe i should go sleep now&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116343644595038606?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116343644595038606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116343644595038606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116343644595038606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116343644595038606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-into-my-eyes.html' title='look into my eyes'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116308693063661090</id><published>2006-11-09T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T07:50:14.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>killer retail</title><content type='html'>i have decided to end my online shopping addiction! it's really getting out of hand ): like we went to vivo yesterday and the whole day i was going "oh i can get that online!", "it's cheaper online" and so on. tsk. but anyhows i just spent like over 65bucks online not to mention my other purchases this month and so i'm officialy broke beyond recognition): butbutbut tara and i are happy old navy customers. i tell you shipping fees from america are killer :/ and my abercrombie and fitch fleece should be coming in tomorrow! oh joy! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primary school clique outing yesterday (: haha vicki, dionis and kim couldn't make it but we still had fun larh (: as usual we were all late to meet :/ tara and i met on the train and angeline and theresa met us at plaza sing. we had pepper lunch! (: omg my craving has been satisfied! haha trained to vivo and we spent quite a bit on toffes, sweet, chocolates, and gummies! shopped, went to the skygarden to soak our feet and watched the covanent. it's a pretty nice show, though it had a very predictable and simple storyline. but eyecandy galore! speaking of which, vivo has a lot of eyecandy! omg (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie theresa left for ballet and the rest of us went to bugis. supposedly to get my white shorts but they didn't have the ones i want and there was no time to search. so yes we left for home and though i was really tired i fell asleep at 5 30am. and i slept for 13hours so do the math and you'll know what unearthly hour i woke up at. so sadly i didn't go for the audition :/ i didn't have my camera to get pictures of myself anyway. maybe next time when my resume is more erm full. right now i'll settle for small&lt;strong&gt;er &lt;/strong&gt;productions? (: but thanks anyway sean, i don't think i'm ready for something like Jteam just yet, maybe by next year! hahaha but thanks again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh! and i've received my NUM card! sheesh now i want to get the party tank ): but i shall wait until my money tree bears fruit (: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;and they very nicely spelt my name as clar&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;isa koh. why can't all these cards ever spell my name correctly? on my seventeen card i'm clarissa &lt;strong&gt;kong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;tsk thanks :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm going to find something productive to do!&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116308693063661090?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116308693063661090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116308693063661090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116308693063661090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116308693063661090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/killer-retail.html' title='killer retail'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116282695657902969</id><published>2006-11-06T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T07:50:47.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitten</title><content type='html'>goodness, i have no idea why i'm so tired today.&lt;br /&gt;went to sleep last night with a horrible headache and woke up with it still there. and i actually got up in the morning! hahaha! usually i would sleep till past 2pm :/ okay anyway i had to wake up to meet tara at school to get all our books from under the class table and the locker. and i refused to wear my school uniform and thus causing me to hide and run away from a lot of teachers :/ but yes i still got caught. mr k told me to get lost. HAHAHA which i didn't hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home to dump my books and we ended up playing the piano and trying to do that silly duet. hahaha! lunch near tara's place. cheap and good steak (: before heading to her house to "study" but no as usual we fell asleep :/ and then i left for home and rushed to get my tennis stuff. lulu's dad sent us to bedok and we played for 2hours :/ okay a lot of breaks cause i was falling asleep just standing there. and i really do not want to play tennis anymore! ): one more year of it, ugh&lt;br /&gt;and after tennis lulu was craving for barchormee, and specifically the very famous one at the 85market. so we cabbed there, wasting $5 30 all thanks to the $2 surcharge. the place was just round the corner! i feel cheated! ): hahaha! anyway it was worth it cause the barchormee is super yummy! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to go shopping larh! in the real world where i can feel, see, smell, try clothes or what have you. all i've been doing is online shopping and waiting for a&amp;f fleece sprees which is never happening. i'm addicted and obsessed and i feel unhealthy sitting at home spending money which i picked from my money tree in the back yard; non-existent money ): i need to go shopping with daddy! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm sleepy and i want ice cream! but i'm going to eat my yellow cake instead! HAHA omg exercising makes me hungry! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i should shutup cause i'm rambling and just go sleep&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116282695657902969?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116282695657902969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116282695657902969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116282695657902969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116282695657902969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/bitten.html' title='bitten'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116275015887649601</id><published>2006-11-05T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T10:14:36.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cloudless skies</title><content type='html'>i've been sick of my blogskin for quite awhile now. and because my many attempts to find another suitable skin to quickly replace this, have been a failure, i have taken to do it myself. though it pales in comparison to a "ready-made" skin :/ but simplicity shall be the theme to my new skin which shall be completed tomorrow, if i'm not lazy (:&lt;br /&gt;not that anyone needed to know all of that. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched my first episode of incredible tales just now with the momma. and it really isn't that scary when i watch it with her. she's just too hilarious! haha she looks at the ghost of the little boy and goes "what a cutie pie!" hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the domestic help (i'm sorry but it sounds better than maid) nancy, is going back for 3weeks! omg ): and i'm sure many of you know how dependent i am on my maid :/ i had better go and learn how to boil water with the kettle we have at home before i suffer from milo withdrawal symptoms. and because of certain complicated circumstances, i would be living alone?! omg ): friends you all may come and sleepover! either that or i'll be going over to the bayshore which i'm perfectly alright with except i would want to use my comp quite frequently. i'm at a lost larh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today's sunday and i amazingly managed to drag myself to church though i was half an hour late :/ but thank goodness today was "sunday special" day so praise and worship was the last segment and thus, i made it on time! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, i've been cabbing everywhere these few days. i'm going broke! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay pretty busy day tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116275015887649601?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116275015887649601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116275015887649601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116275015887649601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116275015887649601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/cloudless-skies.html' title='cloudless skies'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116266842840687731</id><published>2006-11-04T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T11:27:08.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stained glass</title><content type='html'>it's been a couple of days since my previous entry, so this would probably be a long post, or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was zoo day. it was hell tiring :/ 5hours of pure walking, and a lot of photos (234!) but we are please to announce that there were little of us and many animals, thus proving we were on task. HAH sensory receptors and locomotion can go eat my shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the animal show was scary! that caveman guy who started the show was not very nice :/ he aimed his blowgun at us, drew a finger across his neck (you know the die sign?) and we were all like "omg!omg!omg" kind of thing. :/ HAHA and the best part was when he climbed up all the way from the stage, up all the seats to right in front of tara did that sign again, and was about to draw out his knife! hahaha and trust tara to try and talk her murderers out of killing her, "no no! i've already got a plan to die tomorrow!...(there was a lot more)" hahaha and i guessed it worked cause he looked confused and walked away to some tourist to get the show going. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1784/1900/320/andangmohkid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! i was taking picture of the zebras okay! angmoh kid (as fuzzy puts it, makes the picture nice! HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1784/1900/320/zoo%20148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;no photo session is complete without the signature lips mon. HAH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1784/1900/320/zoo%20086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the video behind this photo is hilarious! if i'm not too lazy i'll post it (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1784/1900/320/zoo%20228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and as you can see, we were exhausted. but for the class's sake (HAHA) we dragged our tired bodies to get decoration for the halloween party :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1784/1900/320/lookattsuwen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this my friends, is the &lt;strong&gt;picture of the day&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHA omg look at tara! she looks like a kid! HAHAHA the best part is it's candid. hahaha i keep laughing when i see this picture! HAHAHA omg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ponned school on friday and got up at 4 :/ rushed to fuzzy's to help out with the halloween party's preparation. it was a mad rush, but it turned out quite alright with horror stories, suck and blow and what have you (: i thought everyone looked hot last night (: haha a lot of picture taking but i'm not sure if i'm going to post any tonight. hahaha! i hope the 305 girls who came had fun larh huh (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;post party with the girls was plenty of fun with loads of dancing and fooling around (: hahaha what tara said was pretty true, that if we were to go clubbing together, we'll probably not be the best dancers, but we'll have the most fun. hahaha i love you girls larh (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and cause lorry and i were scared after all the ghost stories, she slept over (: mild online shopping and a trip to get ben and jerry's, seaweed and bottled starbucks frapp. i scream at the sight of strawberries in ice cream (cause i like them okay! :/) and lorry talks to seaweed. hahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally, saturday which is today. water baptism at east coast park. dinner at parkway. sat@ 7. supper/dinner with the youths and finally home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry i'm getting lazy but yes eventful and fulfilling week i must say (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now, SLEEP. i cannot afford to miss chariskidz again :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;goodnight! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116266842840687731?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116266842840687731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116266842840687731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116266842840687731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116266842840687731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/stained-glass.html' title='stained glass'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116240076957184801</id><published>2006-11-01T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T09:10:43.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look deeper</title><content type='html'>hah i rock my own socks, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent 4hours online shopping ): omg now even my own home can't keep me from spending excessively. hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! i bought a NUM bag today! omg i'm a very happy girl (: okay initially i wasn't sure if i made the right choice to buy another tote which looks just like the one i have but in white, with gorgeous gold lining and words, instead of the one with metallic colours and can act as a sling. but i bought the tote anyway. and after like consulting a thousand and one friends over and over again, i am happy with my buy (: YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back to online shopping, i'm on a "charm" necklace craze :/&lt;br /&gt;and so in all i've spent about 200bucks in two days ): omg i really act like i grow money in my backyard or something. okay but i still need retail therapy. the momma's constant and almost daily nagging of me being disallowed a social life from this day forth needs serious comforting. hur&lt;br /&gt;one consolation, she has indirectly agreed to me learning dance after the O's! YES! finally! and i'm going to make sure she keeps her word (: okay to many who do not know my pathethic plight, my mother is strongly against my learning of dance because of certain reasons. so her saying "you have so much time after your o's to learn dance and ..." is a cause for celebration. hah melodramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway! yes retail therapy! hah! (: i'm running low on cash and what date is it? the first of november! hur how am i to survive this month :(&lt;br /&gt;haha sean i really hope i get the job! just that they haven't called :/ but really, thanks for giving them my name (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my mind's spinning already! to the zoo tomorrow with the bio girls! because we are cool people and do our projects there! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116240076957184801?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116240076957184801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116240076957184801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116240076957184801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116240076957184801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-deeper.html' title='look deeper'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116222750999590508</id><published>2006-10-30T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T08:58:30.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>road kill</title><content type='html'>i realised i get stressed very easily :/ today especially, blame it on pms. on days like these i wish i was a boy. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah school was just alright. lunch at parkway with tara and then home to sleep for the longest time. and much online shopping! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm not in much of a blogging mood, i just had to come in here to republish yesterday's post because blogger was being a nuisance again last night. so yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i want to curl my hair! yes i've been thinking about what to do with my hair- cut, leave it longer, rebond the ends or what and i have finally decided to curl it because it's nice! now that i've seen it on my friends (: but my hair is currently in this in between mess of terribly layered hair which is neither long nor short. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116222750999590508?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116222750999590508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116222750999590508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116222750999590508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116222750999590508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/road-kill.html' title='road kill'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116213842428327213</id><published>2006-10-29T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T08:46:52.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>with your pistol, shoot me</title><content type='html'>hur rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for accompanying the momma on the very long and lonely trip to send the brother back to camp. yes, note the word long. the WHOLE way there she was lecturing me and she said the best thing a person could say to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;ahem "your exams are coming!"&lt;br /&gt;omg? i just finished my exams and she tells me my exams are coming :/&lt;br /&gt;O'levels talk for me even before this years O's are over. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to do the dreaded chinese homework now, at 12am! hur, yes i brought it upon myself. i need food! yes, this shows how well my diet is going with toblerone and tao kae noi seaweed and yes. harhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY school for one more week!!!! *note sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;omgzXxXxX! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116213842428327213?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116213842428327213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116213842428327213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116213842428327213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116213842428327213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/with-your-pistol-shoot-me.html' title='with your pistol, shoot me'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116197041910178951</id><published>2006-10-27T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:38:32.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>salt shaker</title><content type='html'>AHEEHEE omg i feel so gay tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes mostly cause the momma finally landed in singapore after another one of her "business meetings" &lt;s&gt;golf games&lt;/s&gt; and okay and that's one thing. the other was she didn't reply my sms which got me very worried :/ hahaha okay now i know how mother's feel when we ignore their calls/smses. okay i promise i won't let my parents worry and be a better daughter. being home alone for too long a time has its pros and cons. and i'm thinking the pros are that i think more, yes i'm more sensible now! HAHAHA jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well! today we went over to fuzzy's for hari raya-gathergather-eat-and-grow-fat-together session! hahaha yes plenty of fun with the girls and the uhh two st pats boys larh huh :/ HAHA tv, a short and unsuccessful truth or dare (never successful haha) lots of pigging out and trying to learn new games. HAHA chop chilli? and of course dress up! HAHA how girly of us. hahaha dinner at century's coffebean before heading home by train. see i told you guys i am more sensible! i resisted the temptation of asking the daddy to pick me up (which i always do) despite having a terrible headache (yes lu, as usual) after spinning on that wretched merry-go-round at the park. omg merry my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay and when i finally want to post pictures, blogger and photoshop are being annoying pokemons and not letting me do so. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll have the mood to post them up some time soon, too many pictures :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA oh and i just looked through my friendster pictures and i realised i changed quite a fair bit! hahaha my my! change is good, i guess :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i have decided to come up with a new diet plan! and actually come up with a plan instead of simply exclaiming "I'M GOING ON A DIET" cause then it never works. so yes! a plan! an extremely simple one, something like when i'm hungry or when my mouth is itchy (not literally fools!) i'll just drink something? haha i have no idea. ahh we'll see how it goes. no worries i'll never turn ano, i'll never have the determination to. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i realised i have a lot of brackets in this post. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay BYEBYEBYE i'm going to curl up in bed and read a book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116197041910178951?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116197041910178951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116197041910178951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116197041910178951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116197041910178951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/salt-shaker.html' title='salt shaker'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116179855981793546</id><published>2006-10-25T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:49:19.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>open your eyes and see</title><content type='html'>i had fun &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;fucking liar&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could type something bitchy. hell i always do that. but i choose to bite my tongue, chew on my fingers whatever. maybe cause you guys are important to me &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;but maybe just not important enough&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i however did truely enjoy the prestige. clever plot. i realise i like shows that make you think :/ haha well maybe not all the time, but often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to do math HA HA HA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116179855981793546?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116179855981793546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116179855981793546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116179855981793546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116179855981793546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/open-your-eyes-and-see.html' title='open your eyes and see'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116170450661262487</id><published>2006-10-24T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T08:41:46.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ready?</title><content type='html'>omg hardcore slacking really makes me feel so unhealthy :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i've done the entire day was wake up late, watch teevee while eating my lunch, more tv, to 7-11 to get junk food, eat junk food while watching tv and yes use the computer. that summarizes my entire day. my only satisfaction today- ben&amp;jerry's strawberry cheesecake ice cream. oh it's love (: i'm going to look like a thai coconut soon ): only cause they are the roundest kind :/ okay i know you're already secretly thinking " but you're already very round what!" ha ha i do know ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, it's 11 30 and to make day that much more exciting, and breathe "fresh air" which we haven't been that fortunate to lately, i'm going to meet lulu. and i'm going to EAT mochi. ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie with the church friends in town tomorrow! haha i haven't been to town in a pretty long time :/ i need a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116170450661262487?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116170450661262487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116170450661262487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116170450661262487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116170450661262487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/ready.html' title='ready?'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116153487259430960</id><published>2006-10-22T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T09:39:35.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your laughter</title><content type='html'>i'm craving vanilla eclairs :/ lu we should get some soon and go on another escapade to roseburn. haha i miss those days when we had so much time to spare. and that was just last year. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched bride and prejudice on arts central today! hoho it was an amazing intepretation of pride and prejudice. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tell you, the haze is going to be the death of me. i finally went for tennis training at spex today after two and a half months of self-declared break. and my goodness breathing never felt like such a chore till today. tsk but other than that, i am happy i am not completely hopeless at tennis although i haven't trained for such a long time. i think i still have a little bit of hope (: ahaha! i'm feeling as egoistic as a boy! hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lazy to continue&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116153487259430960?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116145442509925411</id><published>2006-10-21T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:13:45.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>transform</title><content type='html'>i think today has been a good and fulfilling day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivo city with the church friends today. i tell you, one quarter of the entire singapore population was there. it was packed beyond packed and every food outlet was filled. it was impossible to get your food without lining up for a pretty long while. but i had carl's junior nonetheless. super yummy, greasy and extremely satisfying. haha and i like vivo city for having almost every up to date fashion store at a single place. and having all those little gimmicks/people walking around in costumes of all sorts, dancing with loud speakers and music and that kind of stuff. it really brought additional entertainment. but i have concluded i hate detest abhor crowds. and that plus pms really makes it hard to enjoy and appreciate the place. yes i contradict myself a lot :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was again a really different and special experience. watching it happen to others and experiencing it for yourself is two completely different things. yes, so i really hope we &lt;s&gt;i&lt;/s&gt; can all be transformed by this (: haha yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough of the mundane stuff. not that whatever that follows would any more interesting than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i was just clearing some files and all that on my computer when i got to some old chat logs. actually not too old, about the first half of this year, thereabouts. and it took me all but 5minutes of reading through it to be absolutely disgusted with myself. it took me ONE event to sound like a person with the thickest skin (not literally thank you) and without morales &lt;s&gt;stalker&lt;/s&gt;. and it really scared me. that person was a "new friend" and that was how i presented myself :/ and that was really very scary. and is probably why i'm typing it here cause i'm still in a state of erm shock. okay yes i am being very dramatic. hur&lt;br /&gt;but oh gosh, i must have been insane or posessed. tsk&lt;br /&gt;and hey if you know who you are, i'm really sorry. i didn't create a very good first impression. or rather impression. haha but thanks for still talking to me although i even managed to scare myself :/&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and to those who are reading this, i'm sorry if you feel like you didn't need to know this or i had absolutely no reason to type it out. but haha, we learn from our mistakes? i really hope i learn from this one. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i would post pictures if blogger allowed me to, but no. haha next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been a terribly long post. i apologise for all the nonsense (:&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116145442509925411?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116145442509925411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116145442509925411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116145442509925411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116145442509925411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/transform.html' title='transform'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116136709852457089</id><published>2006-10-20T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T11:06:26.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>could you leave me with a scar</title><content type='html'>haha these few days have been blissfully spent relaxing (: i say, this is the life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i can't remember what happened after tuesday but i do remember going out with the girls yesterday to tampines mall. hah it's so typical of us to plan to meet at 3 and all turn up an hour later. haha! yes anyway we were there to plan the class halloween party and get some of the materials! omg the party sounds fun (:&lt;br /&gt;and then we had drinks and cake at coffebean before heading to sakae for dinner! how is one supposed to lose weight at this rate? hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well school has been a drag. post exam activities isn't the least bit fun. but i must say that career talks are slightly enlightening. hah! but all the other talks and such have been a waste of time. i spent the whole of yesterday sleeping through every possible talk and at every spare moment. i think the only time i was awake was during the class activity and recess. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i really should start compilling all my pictures to post them here. but first, princess hours! i miss watching it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1784/1900/320/goong4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hi i think you're hot (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1784/1900/320/goong5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in the end, you're hotter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1784/1900/320/goong2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1784/1900/320/goong12.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;princess hours &lt;s&gt;my first korean show larh okay&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;goodbye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116136709852457089?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116136709852457089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116136709852457089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116136709852457089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116136709852457089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/could-you-leave-me-with-scar.html' title='could you leave me with a scar'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116110078762021065</id><published>2006-10-17T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:59:49.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's left</title><content type='html'>haha omg i swear i'm such a lazy person :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with the momma after school yesterday. we were on a mission to spend the taka vouchers, but obviously didn't. haha we shopped for a pretty long time so much so the parking ended up being $8.40 omg ridiculous. well though i didn't get much, i spent very valuable and quality time with the momma (: yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today. i couldn't bring myself to go to school so i stayed home to well laze around. and i finished watching princess hours! omg! it's sososo sweet. but they can't just end like that! tsk. but i heard they're shooting princess hours2 but with different actors ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't feel like continuing cause my computer is being the most annoying piece of technology now. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because blogger is helping it take revenge, it won't let me post pics of hot korean boys ): next time maybe.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116110078762021065?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116110078762021065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116110078762021065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116110078762021065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116110078762021065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-left.html' title='what&apos;s left'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116092618002931879</id><published>2006-10-15T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T08:33:36.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee or tea</title><content type='html'>tonight's a slow night of marshmallows and snow patrol.&lt;br /&gt;a pretty emo one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just convincing myself to forget. turn and go away. things don't usually go my way, but i tell myself it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am okay. haha&lt;br /&gt;they say time heals, does it really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm living in the world of princess hours :/ too much but not enough, back to the teevee now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;this has been a wth-i-don't-know-what-you-are-talking-about post&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116092618002931879?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116092618002931879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116092618002931879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116092618002931879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116092618002931879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/coffee-or-tea_15.html' title='coffee or tea'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116084971340474362</id><published>2006-10-14T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:32:04.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer nights</title><content type='html'>hello! ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short post today (: cause i'm watching princess hours now! it's so sweet with hot korean boys! haha and ethel was right to say once you start you can't stop :/ and tsk just now when i was watching i had to rewind it cause i didn't read the subtitles in time and the thing annoyingly rewinded(?) till the beggining! ugh! so i fastforward the thing to where i stopped and it took so long. tsk so i used the computer for a little while and when i checked the thing overshot the part i was watching so i had to rewind a little bit and the thing went back to the beggining again! tsk okay i don't even know why i'm saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was pretty fun! except shopping cause i got very demoralized over my weight and how i looked like i was going to explode in everything i wore ): hahaha and wade robson concert with the girls! haha omg he's so hot! and he dances sososo well! and the daniel guy! (haha cham!)&lt;br /&gt;right i'll post the pics tomorrow and maybe i'll blog in greater detail (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church today was spiritually rejuvinating. well for me i guess. haha and i'm sure a lot more larh huh. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this wasn't very short but yes, tomorrow i shall blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tried posting the video but there's something wrong with the code even after i edited it three times. and i wouldn't mind editing it but the thing is i have to keep pasting the code and there's something wrong with my comp and i have to paste the code one part by one part and it's very troublesome. hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's more princess hours! yay (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116084971340474362?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116084971340474362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116084971340474362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116084971340474362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116084971340474362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/summer-nights.html' title='summer nights'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116068042499651995</id><published>2006-10-12T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:43:29.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder if you know</title><content type='html'>heyhey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a blast (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, chinese oral was uhm not too bad! i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yes and after oral was lunch at siglap and we went to rent videos for the sleepover at my house (:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha the sleepover was fantastic fun (haha)! hoho tara, nat and kat met at my house at 7-ish, we then WALKED to siglap to meet angeline and also for dinner at beer garden. came back and watched tokyo drift and played taboo and then watched half of scary movie 4 cause it really wasn't that funny :/ haha and before scary movie 4 was a hell lot of dancing and singing and going online. tsk sorry friends if you were one of the random few whom tara talked to using my account. &lt;s&gt;which i let her :/&lt;/s&gt; but it was quite funny seeing what she typed. hahaa sorry :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping was a problem. we were all so tired by 3am we just switched off the teevee and tried to sleep wherever we were sitting. but er my room is tiny so it was like 2 on the bed and 3 on the mattress. and mind you the mattress and bed are both single sized :/ so we gave up and moved to my momma's room cause she wasn't home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, nat and kathy bought back macs breakfast for us (: and then we watched boo which is reallyreally dumb. and then played taboo again. ahaha! till 4-ish where they all left. haha yes so it was a successful sleepover! yay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay pictures shall come up when i have compilled them maybe. but here's a video of some of the dancing last night (: haha i know they'll kill me for putting it up but, enjoy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry the lighting is a bit poor and there isn't any of me in the videos. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youtube and photobucket are both taking ages to upload the videos. so i guess i'll upload it tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's 0412 and there's school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116068042499651995?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116068042499651995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116068042499651995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116068042499651995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116068042499651995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wonder-if-you-know.html' title='i wonder if you know'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116040813862227445</id><published>2006-10-09T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T08:35:38.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember the name</title><content type='html'>omg it's finally OVER. hard to believe but yes! (((((:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha after handing in my scripts this really odd feeling just overwhelmed me. haha like emptyness and er relief maybe. haha! but yay no more studying for now! okay so there's still oral tomorrow but that's just like a ten minute thing. plus chinese 20. so who cares it's time to de-stress and relax and catch up on my beauty sleep. oh and lose some weight :/ hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to TM after school today with cham and lorry. got tickets for john tucker must die(yes old movie i know haha) but the show was at 4 55pm and it was only er 11-ish 12 then :/ so we tried passing time at coffebean but got bored so we decided to go home to rest, shower, change, empty our bags and all that first. hahaha well anyway the show was so sweet! okay i like it, your average chick flick kind of thing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the daddy came to pick me up and send me for dental. the dentist says i can probably take my braces off by chinese new year! YAY (: imagine if i had gone regularly and not missed that 6months, i'd be brace free now ): nevermind&lt;br /&gt;and my braces is an ugly blue now. i thought pick something different but i didn't think it'd come out like that :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough said. i'm extremely sleepy! butbutbut! i'm going to watch one episode of princess hours first. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one last thing. last night helped me realise what superfantastic friends i have (: thank you friends for the tiny and big things you do for me (: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay BYEBYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116040813862227445?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116040813862227445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116040813862227445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116040813862227445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116040813862227445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/remember-name.html' title='remember the name'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116031994817416666</id><published>2006-10-08T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T08:05:48.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last one</title><content type='html'>omg i haven't studied chem! as in seriously seriously sat down to cover all the facts :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i just realised i typed that tuesday was marking day. HAHA it's thursday. i was thinking thursday but typed tuesday :/ okay right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'd blog tomorrow! YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck! pray for me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116031994817416666?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116031994817416666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116031994817416666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116031994817416666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116031994817416666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-one.html' title='the last one'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116023794826117376</id><published>2006-10-07T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T09:19:11.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the thought that sustains</title><content type='html'>the haze is really going to be the death of me. i feel like a smoker ):&lt;br /&gt;PSI 140! just 10 more and we won't need to go to school, i think. if it stays at 140 till tuesday, i'd burn leaves and paper on my own to help it reach 150 and then i won't need to go to school on wednesday (: oh cause tuesday's marking day. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in this reallyreally weird mood. like i'm sad yet happy, really sleepy but yet not sleeping cause i need to study chem! which brings me to the point that i haven't done anything chem related these past two days. and i'm starting to worry which adds on to my weird mood. ugh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the momma's back! (: though i haven't gotten a chance to speak to her. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well church today was alright. tried studying there, but i finally conclude i can't study in church. service was hmm interesting. yes pastor david came so we ended past 9 :/ but anyway i thought his sermon was quite interesting, i mean maybe cause of his jokes and all. but yes, not too bad. something more substantial to ponder upon unlike the past few sat@ 7 sermons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes before service we went to the pasar malam. yes, the whole area near our church is one huge pasar malam. not those under the flats kind. okay yes maybe that kind but bigger? anyway we went there for ramly burger (: gosh it was so crowded, and stuffy and hot and the haze was killing us. &lt;s&gt;and omg one stall seller asked me if i was fasting ))): okay i don't think everyone would understand&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yes anyway i'm tired and i should try using this energy more err productively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;omg i just read through my post and i realise i say yes a lot. yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116023794826117376?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116023794826117376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116023794826117376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116023794826117376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116023794826117376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/thought-that-sustains.html' title='the thought that sustains'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-116014421499003610</id><published>2006-10-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T07:16:55.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feels like forever</title><content type='html'>ahaha! i'm almost done (: just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more paper &lt;s&gt;and two orals&lt;/s&gt; and i'll be free! well for a short while at least. hah&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy soon! i want my green adidas jacket! hoho provided they have it in the right shade (: yesyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i ended my paper around 9plus. took a bus home, watched teevee while deciding if i should order macs and fell asleep for 7hours! omg it made me very happy! the eyebags are gone! yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pear called and told me something very gay! ahaha! conclusion is, i think we'd be able to take free prints for the rest of our lives. and that my friend, is very gay. HAHAHA secret! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i just got back from meeting lu outside. omg the haze is terrible! i felt like i was in genting except the mist was haze! ugh! we sought "refuge" at kembangan plaza. yay we had ice cream! and the security guard there was very nice? haha he offered us an orange (: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw a lost dog near lu's house. so we erm followed it? HAHA cause we wanted to see if it could find it's way back. but after like 3 streets we turned back cause it was dark and too hazy and we felt silly following a dog. but yes i hope backside find's its way home. HAHA yes we named it backside cause it didn't respond to lucky, john, rocky, sandy or peter :/ and we were walking behind it and it's butt is so cute when it walks! HAHAHAHA omg please shoot me. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm lazy to continue&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-116014421499003610?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/116014421499003610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=116014421499003610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116014421499003610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/116014421499003610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/feels-like-forever.html' title='feels like forever'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115998102887980882</id><published>2006-10-04T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T10:01:45.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i should really learn how to exercise proper time management :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well firstly, today's plan was to read my history textbook and breifly go through emath again.&lt;br /&gt;ahah and that was not meant to be cause i went to kembangan cafe to "study history", while waiting for my maid to get home, only to stone, eat and sleep there. omg i actually fell asleep for 40minutes and i was alone :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i got home and ate mochi! (: and fell asleep on the living room floor. and my maid woke me up to move upstairs cause people were coming to view the house. and i did and i woke up at 8something. yes, i'm acting like the exams are over :/ which they will be, soon. monday should really hurry up and be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway before i idle around somemore and waste more time and freak out again, the papers have been relatively alright. even amath. hah! i was seriously exepcting myself to not be able to do any questions, quite unrealistically :/ but i did manage to do some! so at least i won't fail so badly (: this is optimism! HAHA and everyone came out of the class going "i'm going to fail!", "eh it was damn difficult!" and that was my sole source of comfort. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;and for my humans, i've been bullshitting my way through, we shall see how that goes (:&lt;br /&gt;yes so everything's quite alright now. thanks everyone for the encouragement (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TARALYN TEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i owe my life to you (: HAHAHA thanks sososo much babe for trying to help me and staying awake and sacrificing your study time to give me an "amath crash course" at the most unearthly hour. for the great deal of encouragement and motivation. haha and yes thank you so much for being there when i needed a friend most((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's 0050 i really should get off the comp. MUG my friends, it's going to be over very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115998102887980882?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115998102887980882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115998102887980882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115998102887980882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115998102887980882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg-i-should-really-learn-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115978902535749677</id><published>2006-10-02T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T04:37:05.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is this the end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm sorry i'm back online. but i really have got to find some way to calm down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm freaking out right now. like i'm really going crazy. SS and Amath tomorrow and i have 6chapters of ss to cover and at least 8 more chapters of amath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm reallyreally scared. what if i don't do well? what if i have to retain? i don't want to let anyone down )))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;worse still, i have a fucking fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shit i'm being such a baby but why did the momma have to go to HK today! ))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can't concentrate. and i'm going to start hyperventilating soon, for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh fuck oh fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115978902535749677?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115978902535749677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115978902535749677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115978902535749677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115978902535749677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-this-end.html' title='is this the end?'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115962640534046444</id><published>2006-09-30T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T07:26:45.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me more</title><content type='html'>heyhey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this would be my last post till after the exams. which would be relatively soon! hah the masking tape would go back on the computer switch/button and in addition i'm going to get my brother to password lock my comp so i can't use it. yes, this my friends, is called discipline. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sort of wasted precious study time both yesterday and today. so yes it'd be back to the books after this! haha well i went to tm's macs this morning to study with pearlyn. not too bad. most productive study session with her. HAHA! we finally see the importance. hah and after 2hours we walked around and shared a mooncake which made me feel like exploding :/ and i rushed home to grab a change of clothes for church and cabbed down to study. yes but i didn't do much ): cause it was so cold! and hot at the same time. hur&lt;br /&gt;service was good. sermon was meaningful and it spoke straight to my heart. it was much comfort after a difficult week (: and i'm glad i "listened to my heart" and went up for alter call (: yay&lt;br /&gt;and yes i'm home. didn't go for dinner with the youths cause everyone was everywhere and yes i didn't know who to follow or where to go cause there were too many different groups? HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm really sleepy so i should mug before i collapse on my bed or something :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'd be over soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115962640534046444?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115962640534046444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115962640534046444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115962640534046444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115962640534046444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/tell-me-more.html' title='tell me more'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115953456073045280</id><published>2006-09-29T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T05:56:01.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sugarcoated love</title><content type='html'>omg. if anyone has noticed, i haven't been online since last sunday! to keep myself from spending endless hours on the computer, i erm masking taped the button? yes so i can't switch it on. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so i've been studying. but at a relatively slow pace, which frightens me cause i have so much more to cover :/ well at least, english is over and so is chinese. both of which i screwed up so bad ): i thought at the very least i could rely on my english paper1 but no. i thought about what i wrote and how extremely immature my "story" was. it just shows how under-exposed i am to society, to good vocabulary, to everything. well chinese was not any better. i hate/detest/abhor the new format ): though i simply adore not needing to study, but my goodness i understood nothing of EVERYTHING i read :/ and i hate how i have to infer something from a passage i know nothing about. okay nevermind, it's OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the exams are going to be over in say, two weeks. i didn't realise most schools are already half way through. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's about 9 and my noodles' cooked! haha yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay byebyebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115953456073045280?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115953456073045280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115953456073045280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115953456073045280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115953456073045280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/sugarcoated-love.html' title='sugarcoated love'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115911169368487432</id><published>2006-09-24T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T08:34:21.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgomgomg! english paper tomorrow. and though it is often perceived as a not revisable subject i am felling extremely guilty for not doing anything to prepare myself for the paper. i really do not want to be over confident! omgomg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the whole of today at sing post trying to master chem, acids and bases, quite unsuccessfully. why i did that i don't know, cause chem is my last written paper :/ talk about priorities. but the church friends were helpful, in trying to erm help me understand. i just don't get this, and mole and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm starting to panic all over again. and i'm starting to feel sleepy though i just woke up from my nap. wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck and pray for me (:&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115911169368487432?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115911169368487432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115911169368487432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115911169368487432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115911169368487432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/omgomgomg-english-paper-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115903469075328539</id><published>2006-09-23T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:04:50.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i say, i feel random.</title><content type='html'>hello, would you like to study with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHA! shoot me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115903469075328539?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115903469075328539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115903469075328539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115903469075328539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115903469075328539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-say-i-feel-random.html' title='i say, i feel random.'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115885600690158498</id><published>2006-09-21T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:33:22.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you see the blood?</title><content type='html'>yes, i am procrastinating yet again.&lt;br /&gt;is it just me or do you lose the mood to study after a test or exam? maybe it's just me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway about last night, i started studying for bio at 1am and went to sleep and hour and a half later. well the paper was just alright, a little tricky. i shall just pray i do well (:&lt;br /&gt;school was such a drag and i know i really shouldn't feel this way about school at such a crucial time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so after my "date" with the math teacher after school, i stoned at the foyer for awhile and then the pear and i went up to the hall cause we were bored and we could hear teresa singing from the foyer :/ HAHA and chinese teachers are hilarious people. *looks at pear. HAHA so we just sat and watched teresa for awhile. tsk and the momma came to pick me up at 5 and we headed for taka (: yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the momma gave me 110bucks worth of taka vouchers though i'm not quite sure what i can buy in there but i might just spend it on levis cause the "cheap and nice" jeans market does not carry for fat people like me. it's so hard to find pretty, fitting jeans now a days. okay only if you're fat okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES and it really just hit me that i'm seriously very fat this time round. previously, i was always just fatTER but now i'm just plain FAT ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the momma never dared say i'm fat cause she doesn't want me to diet and like stump my growth? yes but we went to mang guo&lt;s&gt;mango&lt;/s&gt; today and she said i was fat! like A LOT of times ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i walk out of changing room&lt;br /&gt;mom: goodness! that's even worse! it makes you look so fat! for a moment i didn't recognise you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): but i know she didn't mean it in a erm mean way. but i'm really starting to feel scared cause everything i put on made me look like a big round coconut. and if you look fat in the mirror of the changing room of mango, it really means you're FAT cause that mirror actually makes you look slimmer and taller. ugh&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm going to diet :/ and try to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway it was such a pity that the momma was in a spending mood (though not enough to get me a phone) and i couldn't find anything like extremely nice. no i found nice stuff but they looked like crap on me. well there's always next time, when i lose weight! i did get mango basic tops though. hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had pepper lunch for er dinner. the momma's eating very little and exercising/yoga-ing a lot which makes me feel guilty :/&lt;br /&gt;all that aside, i had a nice shopping trip with the momma (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry for the bimbotic post.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy! goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115885600690158498?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115885600690158498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115885600690158498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115885600690158498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115885600690158498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-you-see-blood.html' title='do you see the blood?'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115877081306971144</id><published>2006-09-20T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:46:53.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stress level rise</title><content type='html'>omg its 0036 and i do't know what i'm doing online!&lt;br /&gt;bio test tomorrow and i've spent the whole day idling around and watching too much teevee! ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is, i didn't go to school cause the daddy woke up late and if i did go to school late i would have to serve dc today and that's a nono. so yes i thought i would study my ass off but of course i didn't cause firstly, i was at home and there are far too many distractions. and today just proves it. and ughh i ate so much today too! ben and jerry's, chocolate, chicken rice, teochew porridge, sushi and a lot of other nonsense. and i'm just rambling now cause i'm really starting to feel so scared for the test tomorrow and my eoys! omg i really cannot afford to do badly ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone give me the motivation!&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to study. as punishment, i shan't sleep. &lt;s&gt;yeah right&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115877081306971144?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115877081306971144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115877081306971144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115877081306971144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115877081306971144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/stress-level-rise.html' title='stress level rise'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115867193249893138</id><published>2006-09-19T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T06:18:52.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uplift my spirits</title><content type='html'>ahh my head hurts ): panadol obviously does not work! tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday would be the due date of many many things. and bio test which everyone is mugging for :/ so yes i must do my gonghan and ten thousand bio five year questions tonight cause i probably won't have time tomorrow ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah i just looked at the eoy timetable in detail and shiz each day's quite erm heavy :/ oh no! okay less talk more action. MUG. time for serious mugging. i've been watching too much teevee and going online for too long and yes you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay goodbye (:&lt;br /&gt;it'll all be over SOON! yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115867193249893138?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115867193249893138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115867193249893138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115867193249893138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115867193249893138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/uplift-my-spirits.html' title='uplift my spirits'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115842268708641629</id><published>2006-09-16T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T09:15:53.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on eagles wings</title><content type='html'>HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been a very stressed child recently. thus the mood swings ): i don't like it one bit. ugh i'm being very sensitive and "fragile" now. like the smallest things make me &lt;s&gt;cry&lt;/s&gt; feel like crying and i've broken down a few times this week. nothing to be proud of but we stumble sometimes. so sorry to anyone if i have affected you in anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm being in a very whiny mood this week :/ and it's even annoying me. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things that happened this week are, i've been sleeping at much more earthly hours like 11. and waking up at earthly hours of the morning. okay maybe it was just today cause its not like i have a choice to wake up in the afternoon on weekdays. so in turn i'm not as sleepy during class (: and i realised i'm being a little more optimistic about things (: yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's 11 53 and oddly i'm feeling sleepy. getting used to the sleep early, healthy lifestyle. not that i'm particularly healthy missing out on exercise and loading in on the junk/ fast food cause my maid doesn't cook anymore. she gave up a long time ago when i told her not to cook me lunch and never came home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay plenty of rest. i finally made it to church for service. &lt;s&gt;though i wished i didn't go. but i guess it's up to us on how we perceive things cause it affects how it actually turns out? hm. nevermind all's good if you want it to be&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight people (:&lt;br /&gt;ps. im lazy to post my brothers POP pictures so yeah next time or never (: ahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115842268708641629?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115842268708641629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115842268708641629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115842268708641629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115842268708641629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-eagles-wings.html' title='on eagles wings'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115824364362057141</id><published>2006-09-14T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T07:21:19.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some hearts</title><content type='html'>haha i bet no one reads my blog anymore cause i haven't updated. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm losing the erm hang of blogging so this feels slightly odd. hm?&lt;br /&gt;right so the past few days have been spent sleeping at weird hours and getting up at equally unusual times. i've been trying to mug quite unfruitfully, only cause i'm learning chunk after chunks of topics from every subject, from scratch. and thus, its not easy understanding based on textbook examples alone and thus i do not get much done. and also i do things so slowly and stare at questions, refusing to move on and so yes that's why. it's not that i do not want to study alright! hur okay maybe sometimes &lt;s&gt; most of the times &lt;/s&gt; i don't enjoy sacrificing sleep for the books.  okay this is corny i know, but as they say, if there's a will there's a way and i know i've got the will (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to go into much detail about the past few days so yeah. today was fine, i guess. just that i felt sick after recess and was deciding if i should go home but i stuck it out cause i didn't want to miss training and risk getting nagged at by mr l and coach. so i went but i just sat and watched them, actually no i did math. but let me tell you how unproductive it was. i did four parts of one question. yes ONE question. and starred at the remaining two parts for over an hour. finally convincing myself to move on i did only to stare at two more questions that followed. yes i don't like circles ): i vow to listen in class next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay wow my mother just came back, looked at me and told me i won't have sufficient time to revise for my eoys. okay thanks so much for the encouragement. sometimes i really wonder why it means so much to me to make you happy mom, when all you do is slap it back in my face when i don't do as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i'm not continuing today. the stress is reallyreally getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115824364362057141?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115824364362057141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115824364362057141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115824364362057141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115824364362057141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-hearts.html' title='some hearts'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115789731680451612</id><published>2006-09-10T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T07:08:36.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing shoes</title><content type='html'>my computer can go eat my shoe. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i wrote another post but i can't post that up cause i can't move the pictures to the bottom of the post cause my computer is being annoying and letting me do "selective clicking" where i can only click certain icons. like how i can't change my msn status from brb to online. rocks my socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i'm lazy to retype or copy paste cause i just don't feel very wordy today.&lt;br /&gt;the point is, i need to lose weight and save money. yesyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i won't post the pictures today. maybe tomorrow, if my computer wants to co-operate. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow! i don't wanna go back ): i've been sleeping in the afternoon and staying up in the wee hours of the morning. switching back is going to be some mean feat. oh well it's not much of a choice&lt;br /&gt;oh and so it's working now. tsk&lt;br /&gt;sneak peaks! HAHA (: the rest shall have to wait. you know i took a 147 pictures and they all look the same to me. and i realised that army boys all look the same too! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1784/1900/320/POP.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be off (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115789731680451612?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115789731680451612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115789731680451612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115789731680451612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115789731680451612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/dancing-shoes.html' title='dancing shoes'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115781196170071874</id><published>2006-09-09T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T07:26:01.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>run</title><content type='html'>i feel like i'm on a hunger strike or something. i refuse to eat despite how hungry i am.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know my purpose in doing this but i just feel like i need to do this. hur no i do not have a eating disorder, go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i was f king pissed just now. &lt;s&gt;but i'm better now!&lt;/s&gt; why? cause i stayed up the WHOLE night, partially cause i couldn't sleep, but yes the whole night so that i wouldn't oversleep or wake up late to go for my brother's passing out parade. and yes that was the only way to do so. and so i went with the parents and his friends were there too. parade was nice but i'd blog about that tomorrow or later cause i'm still not in the mood :/ and after that the momma sent my brother and his friends to tampines for lunch and the daddy and i went to sim lim to get me new earphones cause my old one died. so we went to sim lim, both of us were like walking zombies so we just bought it from the first stall we went to and left for home. and so i came home and thought maybe i can take a half an hour or an hour rest before going to church for fellowship and then service. so yes i went to rest specifically telling my maid to wake me up for church. and when i woke up to a completely dark room i knew something was wrong and i was right cause it was 7 35pm and service is saturday @ 7 not saturday @ 8 so i was obviously late and i felt so annoyed with myself cause i was sort of looking forward to service (and that was a very long sentence) and UGHH ))))): and my mother had to rub it in even more and i felt like crap when everyone was asking me if i was going for service and why didn't i go for service. and now i feel like the biggest moronic loser on earth thank you very much ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the end of my story. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i never seem to learn the lesson of not overworking myself. and that i simply cannot just stay awake for everything i do not want to miss cause i would end up missing something else instead? makes sense?&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry i'm just a little hungry. all i had the entire day was half a cup of milo and a curry puff and it has been more than 12hours already :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115781196170071874?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115781196170071874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115781196170071874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115781196170071874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115781196170071874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/run.html' title='run'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115764715426904411</id><published>2006-09-07T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:08:24.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mr brightside</title><content type='html'>man. my computer is really going to drive me crazy. its time to call the computer guy again. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay clique outing with part of the primary school clique on wednesday. only four of us turned up and poor kim had to wait for close to an hour? HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched akeelah and the bee! it may sound like a lousy show to some but i liked it a lot. pretty cliche but nonetheless nice! i don't know i just like it (: and the ending was so sweet! haha the four of us were just going on about how the dylan boy was so cute (especially when he smiles) and we were disappointed cause we thought he was probably just some 12year old kid. but no! i was just looking through some reviews and the dylan person whose real name is sean michael (reminds me of WWE) is 18! hoho! (: haha i'm sorry we are deprived people :/ HAHA and i realised little kids "love" is so innocent and cute (: watch it and understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y38/claaar/seanmichael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh hot (:&lt;br /&gt;okay i know the pic is tiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a little bit of macs after that and we left for home (: i had fun! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i spent the whole night/morning from 12am to 7am trying to convince myself that i should study bio. but i barely finished doing notes on breathing ): i take 7hours and i'm not done with ONE chapter? ugh. why? because, i read one paragraph, scribble some notes and then surf the net for an hour. and then i read another paragraph or say a page and then i fiddle with photoshop for over an hour. and it goes on and on and you know how long i take to write notes. like aeons ): and that's why i barely finished a chapter of notes since breathing is like only one part of the chapter of respiration (not that anyone needed to know that or any of these for that matter)&lt;br /&gt;so at around 8am i thought i should take myself away from all the distractions if i was ever going to study. so i gathered up my very heavy bio books and took a train down to paya lebar. which turned out to be a bad idea because i had to squeeze with the early morning crowd in the train. and i concluded that adults are weird people. and i'm just too lazy to say why. tsk. and after having reached paya lebar i was choosing between coffebean or macs and i chose macs cause i wasn't in the mood for coffebean in the morning. and two hashbrowns later i thought i should get started and when i flipped open my book i barely read four pages before i felt nauseous and i thought i could faint just sitting there. so i picked up my books and left for home ):&lt;br /&gt;and that was my pathethic attempt to be hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt: do not overwork body especially when sick.&lt;br /&gt;yes i learnt it the extremely hard and painful way.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i came home and collapsed on the bed and only woke up at 6pm for dinner at the lagoon with the momma (:&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh! the cashier at macs who was like over 50, spoke just like miss swan! HAHA especially when she said ice milo! omgawd! hahahaha! i had to bite my lip to keep from myself from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my sentences don't flow and it's been a long enough post. i shall try to upload the pics on photobucket now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y38/claaar/thebee005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only about 10 or so people caught the show :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y38/claaar/thebee011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah! see i'm not the only one who takes blur photos (:&lt;br /&gt;[i miss my fringe! though i am starting to like my new one a little more now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y38/claaar/thebee016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y38/claaar/thebee023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls will be girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y38/claaar/group.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lighting tweaked (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y38/claaar/picedit3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y38/claaar/devilwearsprada.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lorry poop and i, compiled! &lt;s&gt;cause i am lazy to upload one at a time&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i leave you now with a poem from akeelah and the bee (part of the original poem) which i find beautiful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gorgeous, talented, fabulous?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually, who are you not to be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as we let our own light shine, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-marianne williamson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115764715426904411?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115764715426904411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115764715426904411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115764715426904411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115764715426904411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/mr-brightside.html' title='mr brightside'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115748051630474020</id><published>2006-09-05T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:21:56.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come on over!</title><content type='html'>oh man. i've been procrastinating for hours ):&lt;br /&gt;i should start studying, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came here to say, MY TEETH HURTS&lt;br /&gt;but that's not stopping me from eating. yes i amaze myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. my comp is going crazy. and inturn, it is driving me crazy as well.&lt;br /&gt;shiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes been seeing A LOT of turtles online recently. i'll miss the crocodile hunter and croc files. tsk somehow can't believe that he's gone :/&lt;br /&gt;haha zi wei was funny. "what is the stingray's problem?!" HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie tomorrow with the primary school clique (seriously, we need a name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this post really shows how i'm not exactly in the mood to blog now because my comp is being veryvery annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random post.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115748051630474020?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115748051630474020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115748051630474020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115748051630474020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115748051630474020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/come-on-over.html' title='come on over!'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115729918244751913</id><published>2006-09-03T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T08:59:43.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and this is for you</title><content type='html'>haha me being an extremely i-have-better-things-to-do-but-am-not-doing-them person, thought i should surf through friendster which i haven't done in a really long time and look what i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y38/claaar/1800744668962l1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rgps school crest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so some know my sickeningly long grandmother story of my primary one days. thankfully, i'm not in the mood to say it today. but what i do want to say is i miss those times. and everytime i think about it it fills me with such regret. that simple move of transferring schools really made such a significant difference in my life. hahaha oh well, it's long over. i loved the times when i never knew how prestigious raffles was but enjoyed being a student of it. like how i was so confused when some uncle asked what school i was in and exclaimed "wah!" when i told him. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i never thought myself as a rafflesian. i never felt worthy. hahahaha afterall it was just one year :/&lt;br /&gt;and at my first day at kcp some girl turned around and asked her friend if i was a monster. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the past.&lt;br /&gt;school followed by tournament tomorrow. i feel extremely unprepared for my match and i expect to be defeated though i know i should stay POSITIVE. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lazy to continue!&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115729918244751913?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115729918244751913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115729918244751913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115729918244751913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115729918244751913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-this-is-for-you.html' title='and this is for you'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115722130668481018</id><published>2006-09-02T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:30:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>till the end of time</title><content type='html'>it's been awhile since i blogged eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's been pretty much OKAY. i've been eating A LOT. and it's scary cause i'm putting on weight at a veryvery alarming rate. i hate how i'm eating even when i'm not hungry :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside.&lt;br /&gt;it's the HOLIDAYS! YAY YAY YAY (:&lt;br /&gt;thursday was teachers' day celebrations. mass was a little dull. it was followed by &lt;u&gt;lessons&lt;/u&gt; but mrs s decided to give herself and us a break and didn't come to school! haha so the class spent our time &lt;s&gt;copying &lt;/s&gt;doing our math homework :/ haha&lt;br /&gt;recess! clarissa has been eating a lot of sushi and chicken terriyaki don for recess ):&lt;br /&gt;the concert which followed was gay! HAHA but very enjoyable. funny as hell (:&lt;br /&gt;the teachers and their little skit was so omgawd! i felt a little embarrassed for them :/ but they were so hilarious! intentionally hilarious? oh whatever it is, they were cute. i never thought i would say that of my teachers but yes, i confess. HAH&lt;br /&gt;and to think ending school at 1 45pm was not bad enough. the poor sec3history girls had a history test. rocks my socks and by the time i left school it was 3pm. joy&lt;br /&gt;lorry was very nice and waited for me! thank you (: and after dumping my books at home we left for tm(: i was so scared to try on clothes cause i knew i put on weight :/ but i bought a top and bottom anyway. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devil wears prada on friday with lorrypoop! pretty good but could have been better. i still liked it anyhow. and i realised i hate bugis street when i don't have money! ):&lt;br /&gt;hahaha going out with the poop is fun (: we just laugh at completely random things and man we are embarrassing people. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church today. bs followed by fellowship and then dinner with some of the youths and SATURDAY@7 ! saturday@7 was fab (: it's pretty different from normal service but i like it! and now that it's at 7pm the chances of me falling asleep during sermon is MUCH slimmer! HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos. left for my SECOND dinner with a whole herd of youths at singapore post. almond longan with &lt;em&gt;koped&lt;/em&gt; fries from my brother and coke. yumyum. someone please tell me how i can not grow fat this way?&lt;br /&gt;so everyone, but say ten of us, left. so we were about to go to coffebean before we decided to TRY and do the line dance with the line dancers at the open space area thing. you know how there are always these line dance events at all those random places? tsk&lt;br /&gt;omgawd it was so funny! we just couldn't keep up. hahaha but it was good fun! andandand they danced to beep? HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;after that was just slacking and looking like ahlians and ahbengs having an illegal gathering :/ hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;so the rest left for a movie and i got a lift home. so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh something random. i might be going for yoga with the momma at &lt;a href="http://www.trueyoga.com.sg"&gt;true yoga&lt;/a&gt;! click the link and check it out. that place is like a freaking spa! but i remember people saying that it's wrong? i don't know, i should ask someone :/ and you know, i am secretly scared after seeing the instructors. they just look scary! :/ and incase you're wondering, it's nothing racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am convinced my comp has a virus. curses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's 0215 and i'm tired. chariskidz tomorrow. we're making ice cream! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115722130668481018?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115722130668481018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115722130668481018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115722130668481018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115722130668481018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/09/till-end-of-time.html' title='till the end of time'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115695430258052568</id><published>2006-08-30T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T09:20:27.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>supreme</title><content type='html'>ah shiz today wasn't so good. too much "drama" ):&lt;br /&gt;day started out bad with mr l being such a pain :/ i shall not say why but that man really cannot make his mind up. i don't like having a male for a pe teacher! they're just so insensitive to our female needs. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the results for the ca's are out. it comes with a lot of negative feelings mixed together and i feel like crap over it. english pulled my grades down, A LOT. just because mrs l didn't want to include my compre marks in. why? cause i was in class when she went through the answers and all that blah. it makes no sense larh! and that compre could have pulled my 7 to at least a 4. yeah it was that significant. no doubt my L1R5 is screwed&lt;br /&gt;this rocks my socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to get my report book back tomorrow. if my mother really does what she said she would do if i get shit ass results, i'm as good as dead now.&lt;br /&gt;she's losing trust in me when i'm really trying to study though it's sosososooooo hard to concentrate. i just hope she sees my genuine effort (which i doubt she will). so excuse me while i go hang myself now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever about that. i will worry about it LATER&lt;br /&gt;it was pouring after school. so we stayed around to have lunch in school and wait for the rain to stop. and then i went over to lorry's to watch&lt;em&gt; bring it on all or nothing&lt;/em&gt;. ahh it's so bimbotic! I LIKE (: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and then i took a bus back and it was raining rather heavily. and i told my maid to go to the wrong bus stop :/ i'm sorry but i really didn't know where i was going to stop. so in the end, i had to walk all the way to the mrt station to meet her when i alighted at the bus stop closer to home. yeah, rocks. so at the end of the day, i was wetter asking her to bring an umbrella for me than if i had gone home without calling her. yes, so that was quite pissing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project runway was nice! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay teachers' day celebrations tomorrow. and we have lessons. hur and finish at 1 30pm. and the BEST thing is, mrs t just reminded us today that we have a SBQ chapter one history test tomorrow after school till about 2 30pm. yes this is tops.&lt;br /&gt;i really do not give a damn though i really think i should so i should start reading the over 30page long chapter one. SOON:/ i don't think i would finish reading it but hell i'm a day away from the holidays! (:&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy is my only comfort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;i sound and am such a boring person. and that annoys me ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115695430258052568?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115695430258052568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115695430258052568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115695430258052568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115695430258052568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/supreme.html' title='supreme'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115677384394137989</id><published>2006-08-28T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T07:20:12.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kisses don't lie</title><content type='html'>tsk pms :/ it makes everyday seem bad. hur&lt;br /&gt;but strangely for the past week, i have been getting really high for like 5minutes and then i'd stone for the rest of the time. my goodness, it's really weird. hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed my amath test up. it was easy if i learnt my trigo formulaes. but no i didn't know anything trigo related. good job clarissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet cham and lorry after going home to get my chem book. but after having RUSHED home, i found myself locked outside. like wow&lt;br /&gt;so i had to wait for almost an hour ): so annoying AND when i was about to leave the house i called the momma and she started yelling at me and all that shiz. so i didn't go. aiyah i shouldn't say what i actually want to say about her(mother) so yeah forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so chem test tomorrow and i should really get down to studying. and i won't have time to study emath tomorrow! ahh this is bull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pesta draws are out! omgawd shit i'm playing on monday! ): and it's at farrer park! which is like, well, VERY FAR. tsk&lt;br /&gt;can i not play anymore? i personally do not think i can make it past the first round because my strokes are reallyreally i don't know bad now. it's like when i train, i want to improve so bad but i just can't. and that's very frustrating. oh well i think everyone has their bad season :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115677384394137989?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115677384394137989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115677384394137989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115677384394137989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115677384394137989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/kisses-dont-lie.html' title='kisses don&apos;t lie'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115669833088090314</id><published>2006-08-27T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:10:49.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hold me close, never let me go</title><content type='html'>HAHA oh man. i now dub lulu and i losers of the century. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;okay i do not know which fool told me that mars was going to be about the size of the moon tonight. and it's like a once in i have no idea how many thousand years event. so lulu and i decided to meet at 12ish when mars was supposed to show. so we thought it would probably be next to or near the moon. so we set off to look for the moon which was like, no where. in the end we resorted to calling lulu's astronomy club friend only to find out that there was no moon tonight. TSK you know cause of the cycle of the moon and yeah. so we walked from one end of the street to the other and back again. tsk and we were like walking towards the &lt;em&gt;pinkpink&lt;/em&gt; sky. like man the whole sky was pink and i don't think it was because of mars. HAHA so yes after 15minutes of walking, we gave up. HAHAHA you see, that's why we would never be astronomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in general was alright i guess. i don't know but i get this feeling that people don't see me sometimes, or maybe just choose to ignore me :/&lt;br /&gt;tennis was pretty fun though! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amath test tomorrow. i don't feel the least bit prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY goodbye. i'm going to watch teevee (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115669833088090314?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115669833088090314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115669833088090314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115669833088090314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115669833088090314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hold-me-close-never-let-me-go.html' title='hold me close, never let me go'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115661495703315841</id><published>2006-08-26T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:57:13.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sway me now</title><content type='html'>ahh i'm really really tired. but i decided to blog since i came online to check what are the songs for tomorrow's chariskidz. i feel a little stressed out being the only guitarist for the time being. and it's only because i haven't been very responsible and now when i oversleep, which happens very often, the kids have to sing without music and you know how "fun" that is larh huh. apparently i have earned myself a very bad reputation and people don't think they can depend on me now. haha :/ it's time i put more effort into my service to the Lord (:&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i have blogged about this, but at the beggining of the month, when i was feeling so desperate and tired and really wanted to quit chariskidz for the time being, i checked the roster hoping that i would do it for the last time. and wow i realised i was set on guitar duty every single sunday of the month and probably the months to follow. worst still, they asked if i could guide jonathan so that he could play the guitar for chariskidz in the future. i guess if the Lord made it so obvious for me to stay, there must be a reason behind it (:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'm being so long winded. me and my grandmother stories :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY i did manage to get up at 10 something! after about 12miss calls from lorry. and about 3 calls which i did pick up and fell back asleep after. and i don't know, 4smses? yeah it is THAT tough to get me out of bed. hah studying wasn't as productive. too high? HAHA don't know :/&lt;br /&gt;yoshi lunch was nice! diet my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to church slightly late but not too late! hahaha fellowship was just alright. had a short bs after that and we stayed on for saturday at 7 run through. yeap it was pretty fun! (: i'm sort of looking forward to next week! hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home it was! and i met lulu for about an hour. we talked, ate (ben &amp; jerrys) and played badminton! but we gave up after we realised we couldn't see anything :/&lt;br /&gt;supper at 12am :/ PRATA! hahaha there's a difference between eating food and eating higly fatty food. tsk and after an hour i'm home. okay this has been longer than it was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry but i'm really rambling cause i'm just sososo sleepy! i'll edit tomorrow if i remember and actually feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115661495703315841?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115661495703315841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115661495703315841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115661495703315841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115661495703315841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/sway-me-now.html' title='sway me now'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115661519631536297</id><published>2006-08-26T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:59:58.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh i'm really really tired. but i decided to blog since i came online to check what are the songs for tomorrow's chariskidz. i feel a little stressed out being the only guitarist for the time being. and it's only because i haven't been very responsible and now when i oversleep, which happens very often, the kids have to sing without music and you know how "fun" that is larh huh. apparently i have earned myself a very bad reputation and people don't think they can depend on me now. haha :/ it's time i put more effort into my service to the Lord (:&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i have blogged about this, but at the beggining of the month, when i was feeling so desperate and tired and really wanted to quit chariskidz for the time being, i checked the roster hoping that i would do it for the last time. and wow i realised i was set on guitar duty every single sunday of the month and probably the months to follow. worst still, they asked if i could guide jonathan so that he could play the guitar for chariskidz in the future. i guess if the Lord made it so obvious for me to stay, there must be a reason behind it (:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'm being so long winded. me and my grandmother stories :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY i did manage to get up at 10 something! after about 12miss calls from lorry. and about 3 calls which i did pick up and fell back asleep after. and i don't know, 4smses? yeah it is THAT tough to get me out of bed. hah studying wasn't as productive. too high? HAHA don't know :/&lt;br /&gt;yoshi lunch was nice! diet my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to church slightly late but not too late! hahaha fellowship was just alright. had a short bs after that and we stayed on for saturday at 7 run through. yeap it was pretty fun! (: i'm sort of looking forward to next week! hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home it was! and i met lulu for about an hour. we talked, ate (ben &amp;amp; jerrys) and played badminton! but we gave up after we realised we couldn't see anything :/&lt;br /&gt;supper at 12am :/ PRATA! hahaha there's a difference between eating food and eating higly fatty food. tsk and after an hour i'm home. okay this has been longer than it was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry but i'm really rambling cause i'm just sososo sleepy! i'll edit tomorrow if i remember and actually feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then%2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115661519631536297?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115661519631536297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115661519631536297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115661519631536297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115661519631536297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahh-im-really-really-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115652262313611142</id><published>2006-08-25T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:23:41.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heavily broken</title><content type='html'>fridays haven't exactly been spent the way fridays should.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, it's school :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well school was good only cause we ended at 1 15pm (: lorry and i spent a good twenty minutes looking for the english teacher to hand in our compres to. cause you see she suddenly decided to include it for the ca's and because i didn't &lt;s&gt;do it&lt;/s&gt; hand it in, i failed english. yeah, by one mark. so silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fort canning and kranji war memorial was pretty alright despite the sun shining hard on us. but i don't really see the point in us going back to the same places over and over again, hearing the facts repeated with every visit. oh well. though i do enjoy the peace and serenity that the war memorial has. that place just has something about it. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all exhausted after the uhm trip/"excursion" haha! and it didn't help that i had to bring my chem, emath, ss and macbeth textbooks home. hell heavy :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i've been procrastinating for hours. and when i finally decided to get started on my homework about an hour ago, i realised i do not know how to do them ): yes, so now i feel very loser-ish and am back in square one where i'm doing everything but what i'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i put on weight! ): and i'm not being like overly concious of my weight or anything but yesterday during training i saw my erm ex-coach and he waved me over. and in a very hushed tone asked if i had put on weight! ): annoying! HAHA so it's dietdietdiet for me? i shall TRY. i still love my food a lot a lot! ): HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall re-attempt doing my homework? okay maybe in a while. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;tampines library in the morning tomorrow with lorry! i pray i can get up on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye and goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115652262313611142?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115652262313611142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115652262313611142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115652262313611142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115652262313611142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/heavily-broken.html' title='heavily broken'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115643973133854164</id><published>2006-08-24T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:17:23.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't look back in anger</title><content type='html'>hah i don't actually have the time to blog but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep at 7-ish and woke up at 11plus :/ did manage to catch a few snipets of sgidol. i actually don't see how joakim's still in the competition. i mean yeah i think he's relatively good looking but he really can't sing :/ haha oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokay i have like to learn my chengyu's (TSK) and do my lit which i can't seem to understand. rahrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go to kranji tomorrow for learning journey ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of today, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;okay BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115643973133854164?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115643973133854164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115643973133854164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115643973133854164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115643973133854164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-look-back-in-anger.html' title='don&apos;t look back in anger'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115625804640634154</id><published>2006-08-22T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:16:33.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty little secret</title><content type='html'>heyhey(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk school is getting rather hectic. and i realised i get stressed very easily. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright let's start from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;school was ALRIGHT larh :/ it was only till the end of the day that i got damn stressed over my chinese file which was supposed to be handed in like last week and ughh fufu was being unreasonable. i mean of all the other students in the class who didn't hand in their files, she decides to call pearlyn and my parents. well of course she called my house in the afternoon when only my maid and i were at home. so yeah&lt;br /&gt;left school with my usual i'm-stressed-so-go-away mood. yarh i know i looked like some crazy person, plus my hair was reallyreally messy. okay nevermind. but thanks lorrypoop and daryl for trying to cheer me up! (: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and lulu called. HMMMM hahahahaha! (: secret&lt;br /&gt;anyway we arranged to study at kembangan cc cause she refused to go to tampines library with me ): ahh i can concentrate uhmm more effectively at the library. okay so in the end we didn't get much studying done. as usual. hahahaha talked, laughed and ate and ate. my goodness. hershy kissables are yummy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm lazy to continue about yesterday. but the important thing is i fell asleep at 9plus till the next morning. and tsk i slept through america's next top model AGAIN. oh and the weird thing was that i was more tired than usual. this is another SIGN. hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today was the usual. i am pretty pleased with my chinese results! hoho though my english was screwed ): oh well&lt;br /&gt;training was alright. i realised doubles make me very frustrated when i cannot perform because i feel like i'm letting my partner down? okay random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokay lazy to continue cause it's 10 40pm and my dinner/supper is waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry that my life is just all about academics now. ughh&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115625804640634154?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115625804640634154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115625804640634154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115625804640634154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115625804640634154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/dirty-little-secret.html' title='dirty little secret'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115600943384549012</id><published>2006-08-19T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:47:08.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now that you're near, everything is different</title><content type='html'>hellohello! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do not know how to make my posts interesting! and i get this feeling that people really don't give a damn about what's happening in my life. HAHA buuuuuuttttttttttt until i decide what to do with my posts, or suddenly morph into a uhmm not lazy photo taking lover, my posts shall remain as they are. hmm maybe nothing's wrong with em in the first place. i really don't know. mAyBe tYpInG lIkE tHiS wOuLd HeLp? HAHAHHAAAHA tsk i'm such a loser really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokay TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;i actually got my lazy ass up before 1pm today (: went to study with lorrypoop at tampines library. and rocks i spent like 3 and a half hours trying very desperately to understand amath chapter 11 and at the same time do my math homework. and i was concentrating! i really was! i don't know why i'm just SO slow ): and at the end of the day, i still barely understand OR am unable to do any math sums unless i stare/look at the formulaes. ughh this is bad. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left for church and got there at 5 plus. haha just when they ended? omgosh rocks&lt;br /&gt;stayed around. we played splat! HAHA it's quite fun really! (: followed the rest for dinner before evonne, jovina and i sprinted back to church from banquet just to be in time for the saturday at seven prep-meeting.&lt;br /&gt;ran through some songs. and prayed (: yeah i think it's going to be reallyreally great! haha you know now that the songs are more lively and the programme sounds pretty good. i just hope that i/we don't lose sight of the purpose of praise and worship and jump just because it's fun? BUT i do know that a few of us have this new found confidence to invite people for service. yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i'm off (:&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115600943384549012?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115600943384549012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115600943384549012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115600943384549012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115600943384549012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/now-that-youre-near-everything-is.html' title='now that you&apos;re near, everything is different'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115583699806859797</id><published>2006-08-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:03:33.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deep black holes</title><content type='html'>it's 0120 and i just finished my du hou gan! i feel accomplished for fighting fatigue to do my homework (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha school today was such an adventure. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;i initially went to school really sleepy and we had bio practical for the first period. and about during the middle of the second period i was fiddling with the experiment and the delivery tube broke in my hands :/ and it gave me a tiny cut, but it was bleeding like hell. and it didn't help that my hands were wet so it looked uhmm gross. was just cursing under my breath before tara said that i had to use the tweezers to check/remove glass pieces which might be stuck in the cut. and i started freaking out :/ HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down with the sjab girls, minal and andrea. hahaha they cleaned the wound properly and gosh they weren't sure if that thing sticking out was a piece of glass or my skin. hahaha jokes&lt;br /&gt;so in all at least &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; teachers looked at my &lt;u&gt;finger&lt;/u&gt;, including the principal. HAHAHA. they wanted to bring me to the clinic but i don't know why they didn't. but thank goodness i didn't have to go. and so in the end mr j very UNgently took out the glass piece from my finger with the tweezers and dropped it before i could see it ): tsk apparently, minal said it was quite long and i don't know big?&lt;br /&gt;so that was my very painful but cheapthrill-self entertaining adventure (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school after that was very draggy. chinese test was alright i guess. haha oh and i'm pretty satisfied with my bio grades! yay the studying paid off, though the test was rather easy :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the clinic after school with tara (: hahaha had to check if there were any remaining glass pieces in my finger. ahh it was scary! haha but the doctor's really funny. screamed-laughed my ass off :/ haha but thanks tara for following me there, waiting for me and letting me grab, hold, squeeze and accidentally pinch your arm. HAHAHA and i got an erm mc/excuse letter, so i didn't need to go for training today! HOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home, followed by a 15minute junk food grocery shopping with the momma (: i think we spent over a hundred bucks on junk food! and i'm really suprised she didn't say anything when i dumped a lot of random things inside! (: we then went to watch my super ex-girlfriend which is a stupidstupid show. do not even waste your time watching it :/ and after the show the momma spent half a year choosing ear rings at 77th street. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, fulfilling day!&lt;br /&gt;damn, this was a long post. i'm going to sleep now! it's friday tomorrow! omgosh FINALLY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight and goodbye ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115583699806859797?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115583699806859797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115583699806859797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115583699806859797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115583699806859797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/deep-black-holes.html' title='deep black holes'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115574471211369140</id><published>2006-08-16T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:11:52.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fatal attraction</title><content type='html'>fwaah this is really turning out to be a really long week. stress :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha today was slightly better but was still pretty ughh. PE was like omgawd ): mr l has got his definition of a short run very wrong. oh i learnt a lesson today. haha which is to never run with fadzeera. HAHAHA fuzzy, you know why(: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was like wtpoop! and wow i just found out today that i handed my lit essay to my history teacher and my history essay to my lit teacher (yes, laugh). wow this rocks :/ and mrs t and mdm g are in some alliance against me or something. tsk and its amazing how they can hold on to it for so long and not tell me. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then blahdeblahblah. english has been free periods for almost a week already? haha (: oh except for yesterday when it was turned to another two periods of math. four periods of math. killer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha tampines mall after school again with fuzzy, cham and lorry (: was planning on studying at the library but it was pack. so we studied at kfc instead! for like one hour. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh okay chinese test tomorrow. didn't really study for it and i don't have the mood to study because i do not see the point of them testing us in the old format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i don't feel like continuing because i just read through the post and realised how boring my posts are. and i recently read through a few blog posts from last year and the year before and i think my standard of english has dropped. okay this is not important (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan3 an1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115574471211369140?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115574471211369140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115574471211369140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115574471211369140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115574471211369140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/fatal-attraction.html' title='fatal attraction'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115564910458840407</id><published>2006-08-15T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T06:38:25.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suicide</title><content type='html'>ah today was a f* bad day. mood swings? i really don't know. got up on the wrong side of the bed i guess. ughh it's so frustrating! one minute i'm high and the next i'm sad and then i'm happy and sad at the same time if that is even possible ):&lt;br /&gt;and i don't even know the exact cause of this. shiz i hate how i'm feeling now, it's so in between! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im being all emotic again. shiz&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115564910458840407?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115564910458840407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115564910458840407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115564910458840407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115564910458840407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/suicide.html' title='suicide'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115557329842418075</id><published>2006-08-14T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:37:13.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep it going</title><content type='html'>oh wow this rocks. it's 12 am and i just woke up from my 4over hour nap. my goodness i didn't realise i was THAT tired :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was OKAY. haha after school tara,cham, lorry, pear and i took a bus to tm together. cham and tara left earlier and lorry, pear and i went to hans to eat (: and then we went to century square! haha omgosh spent our ahem vouchers (: and i went to storm to cut my fringe! omgawd i look like a boy! like a fat chubby fugly boy! ): ahh nevermind! i shall just wait for it to grow longer which had better be SOON! tsk&lt;br /&gt;to tampines library to study for less than an hour and home it was (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm hungry now! i shall go scavange for food (: yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebyebyebye&lt;br /&gt;tsk i missed ANTM because i was being a pig and slept through it! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115557329842418075?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115557329842418075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115557329842418075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115557329842418075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115557329842418075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/keep-it-going.html' title='keep it going'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115548253221348547</id><published>2006-08-13T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T08:22:12.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>autumn harmony</title><content type='html'>i've been mugging relatively hard for this bio test. well not hardcore sit at the table for hours kinda hard but well more than usual. i hate how easily i get distracted. and most sadly, no matter how many times i run through the facts and all that i can't seem to remember anything. like shit this is bad :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my sleep so terribly! hah&lt;br /&gt;alright it's 11pm now and i'm hoping to sleep before 12 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even want to know what sec4 life would be like. a step at a time yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this has been another one of my totally random, you-don't-need-to-know-this posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suffering! but i have a new goal!&lt;br /&gt;omgosh mug people MUG! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115548253221348547?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115548253221348547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115548253221348547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115548253221348547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115548253221348547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/autumn-harmony.html' title='autumn harmony'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115540418734430165</id><published>2006-08-12T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T10:36:27.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep me alive</title><content type='html'>haha yay i feel disciplined? it's 0122 now and i just woke up from a twohour nap! haha so i feel rather refreshed and ready to study! ahh bio ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did &lt;u&gt;try&lt;/u&gt; to study earlier today! but i have concluded that i'm always far too distracted! tsk and i have to resort to doing notes which takes up too much time. ughh why must the heart be so complicated? WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes i came home from coffebean at 8plus pm without completing the chapter. so sadly i'm still at the first of two chapters. shiz and i couldn't study when i came home cause i was too sleepy! so i fell asleep and the momma came in to switch off the light. and i just woke up to her coming in to switch off my computer. rocks&lt;br /&gt;and msn was being slightly annoying but all's fine now. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i have to complete studying soon! i still have A LOT of homework! shiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115540418734430165?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115540418734430165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115540418734430165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115540418734430165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115540418734430165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/keep-me-alive.html' title='keep me alive'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115531932286003102</id><published>2006-08-11T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T12:09:32.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the remedy</title><content type='html'>haha i've been listening to jason mraz's the remedy a lot these days. it was always in my mp3, just that i never really listened to it. HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was like ultimate time wasting ):&lt;br /&gt;ahh i really have got to stop procrastinating and get down to studying! oh man i'm really scared i can't catch up in time for the exams cause i'm lagging behind by, A LOT! oh no oh no! shiz i really need to go look for a math tutor again! ughh okay stress stress! haha yeah amazing how i can just sit and worry when a normal person actually starts studying :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. morning exercise today was so gay! HAHA mr l and his YMCA at totally wrong parts of the song! hoho&lt;br /&gt;and ohmygosh chinese! the first time in my secthree life that i'm actually studying for the chengyu mo xie a day before and she decides to test half of it! wth waste my time! ): this must be a sign! and i seriously think fufu wants to drown us in chinese homework! ): nevermind, i hope all this pays off and on this day next year i can thank her for it. I HOPE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after school i had to stay back to complete my overdue chinese homework! &lt;s&gt;copy&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to bugis with lorrypoop and fuzzy after that (: satisfied our food cravings before heading to bugis street and going crazy over everything and anything. oh gosh i need to save 100bucks in like one week! i think i'll either rob a bank or buy 4D.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos! i bought a belt which i lovelovelove and till this moment cannot believe is only tenbucks! OMGOSH! ((: and there was this other uhmm belt shop which sold extremely pretty belts! gosh i have a new fetish over uhmm pretty buckle belts! star! i'm coming for you! (: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;i think we have mastered the skills of getting good deals, and great clothes at bugis street! oh yes before bugis we went to arab street! everything was so ethnic, retro LOVE. yeah not to mention how pretty the prices of the things were. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we only settled down to study at 6pm? and left an hour later :/ not like we did anything cause i got so high :/ HAHA scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and to improve on my dying and extremely limited vocabulary, i have decided to READ every night before i sleep (:&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh i haven't touched kite runner! AND i have bought a new book (: &lt;strong&gt;PROZAC NATION&lt;/strong&gt;! okay after i read it i want to watch the movie(: ahh okay i can't wait! HAHA(: i love emo books like that! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY enough procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;i'm off, i need motivation to study :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115531932286003102?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115531932286003102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115531932286003102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115531932286003102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115531932286003102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/remedy.html' title='the remedy'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115515216818586464</id><published>2006-08-09T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:39:33.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if time could erase</title><content type='html'>it's 0316 now. i am convinced i was meant to be a nocturnal animal of some sort :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird how these days i've become some sort of neat freak. well not a hardcore one but one nonetheless. like at 5am yesterday, i started packing my file. like wth? it was such a random thing to do :/ but hey, it's not a bad thing so yeah! haha and just now, i looked over at the huge pile of books that have gathered next to my inkless printer (*note to self: get printer ink) and started putting them away. like keeping the loose pieces of paper and putting my guidebooks with all the others :/ omgawd. haha i think this packing thing is becoming some new form of procrastination for me :/ HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway the sentosa thing was cancelled. i think cause no one got up in time, hm i really don't know. haha and cause i slept at about 0630 i got up at 4pm :/ i mean i did wake up in between but i got out of bed at 4pm. oh gosh i felt/feel like a total bum ): and i feel so un-accomplished! but at least the eyebags are gone! HAHA ate and watched pride and prejudice on dvd. it's lovely! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to lorrypoop's tomorrow for a bring it on marathon! hahaha i really hope i can get up in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well happy birthday singapore, you're getting quite old now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115515216818586464?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115515216818586464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115515216818586464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115515216818586464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115515216818586464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-time-could-erase.html' title='if time could erase'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115506119543278525</id><published>2006-08-08T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:19:55.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>polka dots</title><content type='html'>okay i'll try to make this short and hopefully sweet. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur late for school today for the first time in my secondary school life. daddy got caught in some jam over at the PIE ): and yes there were so many late comers coming in at the same time that they ran out of pink forms. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day celebrations were just alright. community singing was like HAHA. you just feel the &lt;s&gt;fake/temporal&lt;/s&gt; patriotism. haha but you know this year's theme song is really quite nice! HAHA like it somehow gets stuck in your head :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kfc with the fasteners after school (: before the poop and i went to town! haha made it in time for lake house! omgosh it's so ahh, sweet! but i seriously expected more. but nonetheless sweet! (:&lt;br /&gt;shopped around cine before moving on to fareast (: i'm veryveryvery proud of myself for uhmm controlling my expenditure! like in all i only bought two belts (one of which was at such a steal!) and a nice white hairband! haha yay (: and i realised how bugis street has helped me save A LOT of money! i feel so happy i've got good deals for the stuff i bought! haha! well but i'm considering going back to forever21 and that other store to get their tops. hmm i don't know. maybe next month. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a rather hearty talk with lorrypoop! haha reminiscing over the past a lot today :/ haha thanks poop for missing trains (if you were even intending to take the train) and missing a bus to talk (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and lulu called (: so we met outside and the initial plan was to walk to the park or something but we ended up playing badminton! HAHA i don't know, it reminded us so much of our childhood days (not like we're very old or anything) haha hur something's really wrong with me today. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;haha and lulu and i gave up playing and talking so we just sat down and talked. and yeah (: i guess i'm quite aware of what i feel now towards certain issue/s and i know how i should react, it's just a matter of putting words into action (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah okay, it's 0213 now!&lt;br /&gt;sentosa with a few of the churchies tomorrow! i really hope i can get up in time :/&lt;br /&gt;you know, today feels like a saturday! i love holidays&lt;br /&gt;and so this post isn't that short, nor is it very sweet. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115506119543278525?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115506119543278525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115506119543278525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115506119543278525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115506119543278525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/polka-dots.html' title='polka dots'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115496460771218471</id><published>2006-08-07T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:30:08.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take me out</title><content type='html'>i have suddenly realised how boring my blog is ):&lt;br /&gt;and as pretty as i think my temp is, it's getting a little dull. maybe if i find the time i'll make a brighter coloured one or opt for the already made skins (: saves me SO much hassle but it takes away the hmm personal touch(?) well the current skin IS a ready made one (obviously) and until i learn how to use photoshop effectively i'd never be able to make something of that standard ):&lt;br /&gt;wanted: photoshop tutors! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well no school for me today! still coughing like an old woman ): felt much much better in the afternoon but towards the evening i started to feel like crap again! well but i somehow hope i can go to school tomorrow! i really don't know why but yeah. though i'm very much &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; looking forward to the wearing of red and white :/ that and how we're supposed to match it with school shoes and socks. yes but tara insists that we wear red and white! hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only productive thing i did at home today was my history essay and worksheet (: extremely glad that that's cleared! i realised how i lack the skills for writing history essays. i mean seriously! i hardly do my history homework, yeah that's why :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty then! till tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;i need/want to watch lakehouse so bad! lorrypoop? anybody?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115496460771218471?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115496460771218471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115496460771218471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115496460771218471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115496460771218471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/take-me-out.html' title='take me out'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235700.post-115488031157853410</id><published>2006-08-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T09:05:11.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fastenyourbelts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1784/1900/1600/fastenedit.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1784/1900/320/fastenedit.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha there! it's tiny but click to enlarge? i love the background (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19235700-115488031157853410?l=scratch-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/feeds/115488031157853410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19235700&amp;postID=115488031157853410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115488031157853410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19235700/posts/default/115488031157853410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratch-.blogspot.com/2006/08/fastenyourbelts.html' title='fastenyourbelts'/><author><name>inside out</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037102516758247727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
