<?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-6627684</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:26:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frozen pink</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113448178840810886</id><published>2005-12-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:49:54.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a nice song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/yingxingren.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image hosted by Photobuc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Stefanie Sun.&lt;br /&gt;It's for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113448178840810886?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113448178840810886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113448178840810886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/12/heres-nice-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113420528034294638</id><published>2005-12-10T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T17:58:44.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dislike rainy days, when everyone seems to be in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine spending the whole of the afternoon, watching one member after another of your family erupt in anger.&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I'm feeling rotten now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on to that, I'm stuck at home, once again, with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, nothing to do except watching the people around me getting pissed with each other.&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;s&gt;I forced Ahma to ask me out&lt;/s&gt;Ahma asked me out.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Ahgong will be able come with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hor, Ahma says she wants to go cycling.&lt;br /&gt;Who would kindly go with her&lt;s&gt;so that I can pretend that I'm anti-social and not go&lt;/s&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So.. I was saying I'm stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to go Compasspoint one.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the most boring of the most boring places, but it's better than staying at home and decomposing.&lt;br /&gt;But because of the bad weather, I can't go out now.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get gold-coloured pens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finished reading a book yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;"Can You Keep a Secret?" by Sophie Kinsella.&lt;br /&gt;A very cute story.&lt;br /&gt;It's more suitable for female readers though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to kop the shopaholic series from my sister soon.&lt;br /&gt;She's sleeping now.. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar. I have got bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bi Bi is as obese as Ham Ham.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like Ham remained at his size of diameter 8.5cm (because he is unable to grow any fatter or he will burst) and Bi's diameter has increased exponentially from 6.0cm to 8.4999m!&lt;br /&gt;Yar I know Bi is still slimmer than Ham, but that's not my point.&lt;br /&gt;My point is, Bi Bi is as greedy as Ham Ham now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 out of 10 times I look at him, he is eating.&lt;br /&gt;The remaining 7 times he is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Very lazy right? (This is a statement, not a question.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, my Hams are spherical, so that explains why I can measure their diameters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gek Ting says her Jerry looks like a baseball.&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, my Ham Ham and Bi Bi are hopeless liao.&lt;br /&gt;I think they look like basketballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I suspect that I'm rearing twenty pigs instead of two hamsters at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone can write a book on "101 Things to Do When You are Stuck at Home with Peevish Siblings and Angry Parents, and Absolutely Nothing to Do Except to Type a Crappy Blog Entry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking Ahma to update her blog, because I badly needed some entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;So I smsed her, and she replied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahma: Haha... So not planning to update till maybe after 16th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?! Why 16th? Posting results ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahma: Yar... When will results be posted? 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know leh.. Actually I've forgotten that the results will be released on the 16th. I just remembered. And so I'm suffering from shock now! Calm me down, quick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahma: Er... Calm down!! Tell you ar... I seldom dream, but these few nights I've been having alot of weird dreams related to choosing schools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Har.. Are they good or bad dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahma: Er... Just plainly weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Then maybe you will be posted to Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;I think she went to bang the wall here, and fainted. Because she only replied after 5minutes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahma: .......... I don't know how to reply..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha. But you replied: ".......... I don't know how to reply.........." when you said you don't know how to reply! Haha. Very funny hor my joke! Say yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahma: ...I feel dumb due to both our stupidity... Let me apologise to God for both of us.. I apologise to the world... SORRY FOR EVERYTHING STUPID I'VE DONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, actually what I wanted to say is, &lt;strong&gt;I have won&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Back to stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I hope Ahma will not kill me for telling everyone that she has weird dreams!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113420528034294638?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113420528034294638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113420528034294638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-dislike-rainy-days-when-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113403727133385886</id><published>2005-12-08T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:23:18.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm down with a serious bout of cold.&lt;br /&gt;Zz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an interesting afternoon with sisters and mum.&lt;br /&gt;Wenta watch Chicken Little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;It was an uber cool movie.&lt;br /&gt;The animations were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;But.. actually I have expected the storyline to be much more intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it's superb.&lt;br /&gt;So, go watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I sound so.. erm, unconvincing..&lt;br /&gt;But I really can't help it, with that running nose and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So just bear with me. This post is going to be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the movie session.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a very pleasant experience today at the cinema because there were too many noisy kids around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this cannot be helped la.&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Little is rated PG, and it's an animation movie, so there are bound to be many &lt;em&gt;kids&lt;/em&gt; watching it.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kids&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;But I'm starting to feel &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I was looking through a brochure from Toys'R'Us and saw those games with age specifications.&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, I was frantically trying to find one which states '16 and above'.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I couldn't find it la.&lt;br /&gt;Very sad leh.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly grown old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother about this gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A CRAP POST.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling vexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113403727133385886?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113403727133385886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113403727133385886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-im-down-with-serious-bout-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113387528020346348</id><published>2005-12-06T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:55:15.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey..&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing much.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a routine.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, have lunch(yes, LUNCH), stone, disturb the Hams, stone, use computer, stone, disturb the Hams, stone, stone, have dinner, disturb the Hams, stone more, then sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, I have been doing this for the past 18days.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go crazy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, there were days when I was occupied with activities(other than the ones stated above), like last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been 16 for six days already.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, no big deal leh.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special, except that I feel a lot more lonely this year.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still very touched that some of my friends remembered me, especially when I received this particular SMS that night.&lt;br /&gt;Although it only contains a few words, it meant a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; have crossed the line between emnity and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;It's a very meaningful SMS.&lt;br /&gt;Thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my family tried to make this day special for me.&lt;br /&gt;My sister got me my musical box.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Mum gave me some money for something.&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; thing is, you guys will know one month later.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ahma was very cunning.&lt;br /&gt;She tricked me.&lt;br /&gt;And I actually fell into her trap.&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Cannot believe it!&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, thanks for the Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;Hee. And of course to Hui Ting and Terry too.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say is, thanks to all those who remembered me.&lt;br /&gt;You guys made me feel special.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I want to thank my lovely family.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/familypotrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. In case you were wondering why the picture looks so weird, don't worry, there's nothing wrong with your compy.&lt;br /&gt;I edited the picture la.&lt;br /&gt;If not hor, people recognise my face hor, they will try to kidnap me one(really lor).&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the focus in this picture is on that cake.&lt;br /&gt;See the price?? &lt;br /&gt;*Gasps*&lt;br /&gt;I have a siao sister.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, a Thursday, was the choir BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad Miss Lim turned up.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her truckloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have.. erm.. kind of forgotten what I did actually.&lt;br /&gt;I only remembered eating and eating and eating, stuffing my stomach with fried rice(cooked by Mrs Wong, very yummy!) and of course, marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;What's a BBQ without marshmallows??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. then.. the rest were playing water bombs or something like that la.&lt;br /&gt;Very fun to get wet meh?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't interested, so I just sat there with Ahgong and Ahma to read.&lt;br /&gt;Then like that lor.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home quite late that night.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my sister's BF picked me and Ahma up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, my sister's BF brought us to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/chopinconcert.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah!*&lt;br /&gt;Chopin(not pronouced as "Chop-pin")!&lt;br /&gt;The concert was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;The orchestra was superb.&lt;br /&gt;You see the pianist's name?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Jinho Kim.&lt;br /&gt;He is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his fingers can move faster than Maksim's in The Flight of the Bumblebee.&lt;br /&gt;When he finished playing, my sister's BF asked, &lt;br /&gt;"How many fingers do you think he has?".&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;He is &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you were wondering again, I reassure you that your compy is not faulty.&lt;br /&gt;Please try to ignore the 'E' which is sticking out like a sore thumb.&lt;br /&gt;My fault la. I didn't insert the pamphlet properly while scanning.&lt;br /&gt;And I was lazy to scan the whole thing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;So.. A bit of Paintshop(I don't like Photoshop la) did the trick.&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays.. Back to what I was saying..&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, we went to a restaurant at the ground floor of the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;We had a scrumptious meal of chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;Had fondue with loads of marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;Yum*&lt;br /&gt;Then after which we drove to Lau Pa Sat to buy stingray and satay leh!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I ate a lot that night.&lt;br /&gt;But well, I don't think I gained weight, because I still feel as light as ever(?!).&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to watch Chicken Little with mum and sisters this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard very positive comments about the movie, so yeah, I'm definitely going to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. it's been a rather long entry full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. But my life in just a piece of crap..&lt;br /&gt;So what else can I write about besides crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think of closing this blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not going to stop blogging &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just moving away from this domain.&lt;br /&gt;Most probably it will be before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm want to start afresh with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I need a bit more time.&lt;br /&gt;Give me nine more days.&lt;br /&gt;On 15th December, after 22months, it is all going to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, this blog was set up all because of &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So.. frozen-pink is going to vanish from the face of earth from 15th December onwards.&lt;br /&gt;I've no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. Nothing else to add.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFCCCC"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you too much to make you stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113387528020346348?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113387528020346348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113387528020346348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113314703421821722</id><published>2005-11-28T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:40:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling uber unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part was I was stuck at home with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't have the mood to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry to those whom I turned down your invitations.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today's gonna be another lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my mum chases me out of home.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish the 1st of December will arrive soon.&lt;br /&gt;I need Chicken Little to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sepaking of which, let me show you a picture I drew out of boredom a few days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/1614879442.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image hosted by Photobucket (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. No la.. &lt;br /&gt;It's this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/chickenlittle.jpg" width="120" height="175" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image hosted by Photobucket (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks a bit scary and fugly.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Please do not ask me why the head is tilted at such a weird angle, because I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my version of Chicken Little looks like Ah Doo leh.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that and I nearly got killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. it's almost 11a.m. now, and I don't know where my breakfast has flown to.&lt;br /&gt;Not hungry though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I have been waking up super early these days.&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep in but I always fail to get myself back to slumberland.&lt;br /&gt;This is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor, I wake up early hor, Man Tou and Tang Yuan very happy leh.&lt;br /&gt;Not that they are happy to see me.&lt;br /&gt;Rather, they are elated to have their breakfast early.&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL = &lt;strong&gt;FOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah. I really don't know what to do later on.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shall continue to draw..&lt;br /&gt;My sister thinks I'm contented with just staying at home to draw.&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Do I smile or laugh a lot when I draw to cause her to think that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I really do hope that this holidays will end soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be studying than idling my time away at home, letting my thoughts go wild and everything.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going crazy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have one last wish.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be contented if my wish can come true.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how hard I try to convince myself, I know it's very impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights la.. Take care people.&lt;br /&gt;I will return when I've sorted out my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;My heart's getting heavier and it's weighing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The trees whispered a farewell song&lt;br /&gt;As the bristle wind blew strong.&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight casted a vague shadow&lt;br /&gt;On the path leading away from home.&lt;br /&gt;A single shadow&lt;br /&gt;A wandering soul&lt;br /&gt;From then on, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walked alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113314703421821722?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113314703421821722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113314703421821722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-was-lonely-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113297736173821630</id><published>2005-11-26T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T12:02:05.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To think I was on tenterhooks for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad that I've faced it bravely.&lt;br /&gt;I feel very much relieved now.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird that I don't feel the slightest tinge of sadness though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I can enjoy my holidays in peace now.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Chicken Little!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyways, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6699"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;Chicken Little has over 76,000 individual feathers  and 55,000 of those are on his head and about 9,000 on each arm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wow! Chicken Little has got more hair than I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has several types of feather-some are long, traditional feathers; others are fluffy down-like feathers underneath longer ones.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No wonder his head look so much like chicken rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer generated characters are made up of individual polygons that give them shape and allow them to move. Chicken Little comprises 5,636 polygons; Runt of the Litter has 6,627, and Abby(aka Ugly Duckling)has 12,781(almost half of those are in her hair alone).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Polygons = Skeleton??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Little has more muscles than we do! You have about 600 muscles, and he has 700 muscles that animators move and control to get the right moves. No wonder he break dances and plays ball like a pro.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I didn't know I have got muscles. Thought I only have skin and bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each tree in Oakey Oaks town has between 15,000 and 20,000 individual leaves that were "grown" using the same software and technology that put fur on the characters and gave Chicken Little his feathers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Even the trees have more hair than I do :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6699"&gt;-from Kids Company&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that we know how much hard work was put in to create these cute little creatures, we should go watch it!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it will be a very interesting movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And erm, yes, I read Kids Company.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So it's Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Not a very beautiful morning, I should say.&lt;br /&gt;And I've just got a zit on my face.&lt;br /&gt;An ultra &lt;font size="2"&gt;big&lt;/font&gt; one!&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Spoil my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to find something to do later.&lt;br /&gt;I shall clean up the hams' cages later.&lt;br /&gt;So dirty already.&lt;br /&gt;And the toilet roll in the cage is like.. 3/4 gone?&lt;br /&gt;I hope neither of them have eaten it(but I have a feeling Bi Bi has, because he suddenly looks so fat!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Bi Bi is taking after Ham Ham.&lt;br /&gt;Very scary.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the bad things, he has to learn to be as greedy as Ham Ham.&lt;br /&gt;Later must make them do lots of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Hope to visit granny soon.&lt;br /&gt;The last time my mum went there, I was busy preparing for my 'O's, so I didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, I've submitted my PAE application form.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can got into the same JC as Ahma.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my sister's bf wants me to go for Mr. Nelson Kwei's audition.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I think if I don't go my chances of getting into VJC will be higher lor.&lt;br /&gt;I'll only be embarrassing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;My brother asked me to go find a job when he saw me doing origami last night(I was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bored).&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mee, wo yao qu zhao gong zuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Mum, I'm intending to look for a job)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Aiyoh.. Ni zuo dong xi zhe me man na li hui you ren yao qing ni??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Forget it la, no one will want to employ a slow worker like you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Ni liu zai jia li zuo wo de an mo qi hao le. Bao chi bao zhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I think it will be better if you stay at home to be my massager. I give you free food.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah.. so encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah, mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very bored.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my brother brings home his violin soon!&lt;br /&gt;Then he can teach me how to play.&lt;br /&gt;Yay. At least then, I will have something to entertain myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for now, I shall go look into the mirror and make myself laugh, since I seem so much like a joke to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113297736173821630?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113297736173821630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113297736173821630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-think-i-was-on-tenterhooks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113296826193364128</id><published>2005-11-26T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T09:24:21.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could not sleep last night again.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was bored, but I was actually feeling empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure it's time to stop and wait to see what time has got to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how harsh things are going to be, I'm gonna face it with the same courage nine years ago, like what Ahma told me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even if it means losing everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113296826193364128?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113296826193364128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113296826193364128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-could-not-sleep-last-night-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113290069753944673</id><published>2005-11-25T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:36:29.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law(as he self-proclaimed) brought me to VJC today.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted me to see the principal regarding the selection of streams.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me, but unfortunately for him, she wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;And we were told that all these meetings and stuff should only be done after the posting results are published.&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't make a waste trip, because he showed me around the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I only slept for 4hours last night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry with myself for waking up super duper early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Like hey, this is the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because there were too many things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Too much stress, I should say.&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to accept reality, but the other part of me rigidly wants to run away.&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere, like a piece of a jumbled-up jigsaw puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I shall quit being so emotional, if not I will go crazy soon.&lt;br /&gt;I was very busy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I tidied up the room.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! What an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;I finally can see my table again after three long months...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I survived studying in that mess during the three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories came drifting back as I looked through my things.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good old days in Poi Ching School.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, the campus in Toa Payoh closed down officially two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;The last time my dad drove past, the building was still there, but the words on the facade were gone.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps now, what remains is merely a flat piece of land.&lt;br /&gt;It's saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chanced upon some other things too, like the little notebook I drew a lot in when I was in primary one.&lt;br /&gt;Now, looking at those kiddish pictures, I think I sure have improved in my art tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;The people I drew last time have no fingers, no noses and no ears.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it was even worse, only three strands of hair.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nevertheless, they are still precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That led me to recall my pre-school and primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;I remember crying almost everyday when it was time to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Even in Primary One, it was still a habit.&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, I was bawling and making a fuss, begging my mum not to leave me.&lt;br /&gt;Then this male classmate of mine paid 20cents to buy a packet of tissue from the dispensing machine, and he gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember that his name is Eugene, and he has those typical 'chao ah beng' looks.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I think that was the first time I actually felt embarrassed crying in front of so many people.&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in Primary One, I told my mum that she need not walk me to my class anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember what made me do so. I think it was the packet of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;But I can remember the pride in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;That, was my first step to independence. A very late one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, my main point here is, I can't find that packet of tissue!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my mum has already thrown it away eons ago.&lt;br /&gt;She has this penchant of discarding whatever seems useless to her.&lt;br /&gt;Funny habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Shall not kill anymore of my brain cells by recalling what happened nine years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have not submitted my application form for the three months thingy yet.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm only going to fill up the first few choices.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I'm getting old, so I should not kill any more of my precious brain cells by trying to think of how to fill up twelve blanks when I have only one answer in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah.. I'm very, very bored.&lt;br /&gt;No one's at home now.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Ah Doo have gone shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Brother are at work.&lt;br /&gt;Sister has gone dating with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;My two lazy hamsters are sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;My bear can't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;The guitar cannot dance to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, Jay Chou can sing to me.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;Got to go. November's Chopin is waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113290069753944673?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113290069753944673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113290069753944673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-sister-in-lawas-he-self-proclaimed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113274619684509645</id><published>2005-11-23T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T19:43:16.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally have the energy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class chalet was fun, but it was quite boring at times, because it was raining most of the time on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, on the first day, we played some random games in the afternoon and had the bbq in the late evening.&lt;br /&gt;Then I stayed in the room with some of the other girls to watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;THE EXORCIST.&lt;br /&gt;But at around 11p.m. to 12a.m., the battery of the player went flat.&lt;br /&gt;No more movie, so we slept for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was the only one who could not fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we woke up some time later and sat outside.&lt;br /&gt;I think we tried to play some games but ended up talking.&lt;br /&gt;At around 4a.m., we left for the beach to catch the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, we missed it, for some unknown reason.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them said it was because the sun was being blocked by the rain clouds.&lt;br /&gt;But Gek Ting thought it was because we were at the wrong side of the park.&lt;br /&gt;We were very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to conquer the ripping cold winds as well as our fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;Then, at around 6.30a.m., we all lost our patience and headed straight to Mac for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Then we went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to find it raining.&lt;br /&gt;Super sian.&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon some of us went to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;Play play for awhile and went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Then Ahma and I went home, because I wasn't having the suitable footwear for the choir concert later at night.&lt;br /&gt;I think we missed out the fun at the chalet, but we did not regret going to the concert, because it was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud that I was once a choir member, because the choir really has the potential.&lt;br /&gt;Our choir has improved a lot, so much so that I thought that they were the best that night.&lt;br /&gt;Ahma agreed too.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, there was this children choir too.&lt;br /&gt;Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;They were all so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;And there were their anxious parents taking photographs.&lt;br /&gt;It was really touching, the love between the parent and child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I reached home rather late that night.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep the moment I head hit the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, no la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly went back to sleep this morning when I woke up at 9.&lt;br /&gt;So tired!!&lt;br /&gt;But I was graduating from ZH today.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it is no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Had the PAE briefing.&lt;br /&gt;Quite confused about how to apply for the first three months, but I shall ask around later on.&lt;br /&gt;What is more confusing is which JC to choose.&lt;br /&gt;I still have not quite decided yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I will not be able to qualify for VJC with my 'O's results.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I will go there la, just to try out the fun JC life there.&lt;br /&gt;Then if my 'O's results fall short of their expectations, then I choose AJC lor.&lt;br /&gt;The school's pretty good too, but I still prefer VJC to it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the two JCs' choir have the same conductor.&lt;br /&gt;But I may not choose to be in the choir..&lt;br /&gt;Don't know la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so stressed up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.. Dinner's calling.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It has been two days since I've eaten home-cooked food.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of miss it.&lt;br /&gt;Mum, are you touched??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I shall go now.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully a kind soul will install the printer to the computer for me.&lt;br /&gt;*Pokes sister*&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. &lt;br /&gt;Adieu-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;Everything has to end.&lt;br /&gt;Thank &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, and you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113274619684509645?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113274619684509645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113274619684509645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-finally-have-energy-to-b_113274619684509645.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113248974089316679</id><published>2005-11-20T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:29:04.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woot!&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling euphoric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bugis with Ahma.&lt;br /&gt;Initially we had plans to go to Kbox.&lt;br /&gt;But I thought two was too little, so we went shopping instead.&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time Ahma spent more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She has always been scrimping on every cent lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Must be the traditional upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;But there must be times when we let our hair down, if not life will be meaningless, and soooooooooooooooo monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.. so I bought quite a lot of things too.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Muji and I was like so fascinated.... by the stationeries there.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. A bit stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;But I like the pens there alot.&lt;br /&gt;Because they do not smudge my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lefty, so I often get my fingers stained with pen ink.&lt;br /&gt;It's so unsightly.&lt;br /&gt;One big black patch leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I didn't buy the pens.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I bought the hightlighters instead.&lt;br /&gt;They got very nice colours there.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly bought the whole shop sia.&lt;br /&gt;But as I didn't want to risk having to stay to mop their floor, I restrained myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bought a present for a friend, had a very weird lunch at a weird time.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what we did la.. I only remembered us circling Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was fun, but tired too.&lt;br /&gt;I think my feet nearly went flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum bought me things yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So touched.&lt;br /&gt;She thought of me when she goes out.&lt;br /&gt;So so so touched!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I'm getting too hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my parents have agreed to let me stay at the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;So excited.&lt;br /&gt;But this will be the last time our class is gathering as a whole&lt;br /&gt;I hope the whole class turns up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it doesn't rain.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so liberated now!!&lt;br /&gt;Testerday I nearly wanted to shout "MY Os ARE OVERRRR!!".&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't want to get punched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, don't miss me hor.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back two or three days later la.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113248974089316679?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113248974089316679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113248974089316679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/11/woot-im-feeling-euphoric-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113231441309868669</id><published>2005-11-18T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T19:47:41.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not trying to be vulgar, but this really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;sucks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I JUST LOST TEN &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BLOODY&lt;/span&gt; MARKS FOR MY CHEMISTRY PAPER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"; color="red"&gt;10MARKS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 grades. How can I not be worried?&lt;br /&gt;It has completely spoiled my mood, so much so that I don't seem to remember that today's the last day of my 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLS LET ME GO TO HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed. Very.&lt;br /&gt;There goes my A1.&lt;br /&gt;There goes Elim's effort.&lt;br /&gt;I've let her down, terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the rest of my papers were an utter disappointment, especially my Physics.&lt;br /&gt;My two Sciences, two hopes - all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure I can pass my English.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of receiving my 'O's results in three months' time is daunting.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; wish to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;And for this exam, I feel that I have done my part for all, if not, most of my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;The rest, all depends on whether god sees my sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's not that I want to be pessimistic, but I really need to vent on anger, or I will surely erupt like Mount Tambora one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is crap, but I feel a lot better now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be sleeping late tonight, partly because I know I won't be able to fall asleep worrying about my Chemistry, and partly because I want to do a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to clean the Hams' cages today.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. I've never find it a chore to clean up the cages, although it can take up to two hours&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(excuse me, I cannot even stay focused on my studies for more than two minutes.)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because my Hams are too &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. They are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham Ham is also curling up into a ball when he sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he'd lose his balance and fall on his back, with his legs up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And he can still continue to sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi Bi likes to transfer toilet roll shreds which he bit off from Ham Ham's cage over to his little home, using his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a busy little bumblebee, scampering from one cage to another through the causeway&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(the tunnel)&lt;/span&gt;, transporting the countless shards of brown cardboards.&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham Ham always seems to be oblivious to Bi Bi's antics.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because he is too busy sleeping to observe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you put the two Hams together, you get a Tang Yuan(a.k.a. Ham Ham) and a Man Tou(a.k.a. Bi Bi).&lt;br /&gt;The way they sleep is simply too adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Of course la, they are my children mah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not show off my cute babies anymore lest someone go kidnap them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be as busy as Bi Bi!!&lt;br /&gt;So happy to be busy!&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I've busied myself with things other than studies.&lt;br /&gt;I finally can relinquish the moments after my PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Very long liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember that the first thing I did after I reached home from my last paper was to take out my doll(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cabbage Patch Kids somemore!&lt;/span&gt;) to play.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what I did to her on that day other than comb her hair a million times(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she has got messy hair like her owner&lt;/span&gt;..).&lt;br /&gt;My poor doll must have suffered a lot that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did everything else, except to worry about the outcomes of my examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did when I reached home was to moan to mummy.&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't console me.&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel sadder.&lt;br /&gt;I think she's fed-up with me already.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm angry, I vent my anger on the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, at least my sister tried to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;She told me to rest well.&lt;br /&gt;So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting out of point.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms.. I was saying my schedule is going to be packed.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going out with Yan Yee.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, maybe I will clear up the mess in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Monday to Wednesday is the class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Hope my parents allow me to stay over.&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend as much time as I can now with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I am going to miss many of them after I leave ZHSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Loo is leaving ZHSS soon.&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the news, I was alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to miss her too. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why though.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly find that she's really nice, but it's too late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go have my dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;It's very late.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to watch television until I go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;After which, I'm going to clean the Hams' cage.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I want to stay up to sketch.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I picked up my sketch book.&lt;br /&gt;It's rotting, and missing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! And Happy Holidays to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFCCCC"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I hate to let go.&lt;br /&gt;But why did you have to look my way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113231441309868669?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113231441309868669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113231441309868669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-not-trying-to-be-vulgar-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113109842500358789</id><published>2005-11-04T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:00:25.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh. I'm so inefficient.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 12p.m. this morning, had breakfast, then lunch, then I slacked for almost 1hour. &lt;br /&gt;Only then did I started studying.&lt;br /&gt;Er, no, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only did one comprehension today, and it's almost dinnertime now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to stay up late again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;Two more days to 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;Very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Sciences, I'm only going to revise the topics I'm weak at.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the chapters which I'm pretty confident in, I will do if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the best I can do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my Humanities, I'm not sure how I'm going to get those points into my head.&lt;br /&gt;I think the day before the exam, I'm going to do mindmaps on the chapters.&lt;br /&gt;It should be quite benefitial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Emaths and Amaths, it's just practices, practices and more practices.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should spend more time on Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for English, I really don't know what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;I have sets of Paper1 and 2 with me, but I can't seem to find the patience to attempt them.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about my English.&lt;br /&gt;If I fail, I'm not going to get anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can do fine..&lt;br /&gt;Even a C will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the 'O's will seem to end fast.&lt;br /&gt;Let this agony be over soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, I was looking at Ham Ham just now and I nearly freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;HE SUDDENLY LOOKED SO OBESE TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Actually my sister has been telling me that long ago, but I didn't felt so until today.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because it has been a long time since I really sat down and observe my Hams.&lt;br /&gt;Bi Bi, on the other hand, has slimmed down a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Very poor thing..&lt;br /&gt;We have stopped giving him medication already he refused to take it.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the tilt on his head has more or less recovered.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must make Ham Ham do more exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya. I think I shall go and do some Maths, then maybe revise some vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how boring mugging is going to be, I'm going to persevere, because, I have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. He sings to me everyday you know.&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't really understand what he's singing, but it's definitely music to the ears(of course la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing.&lt;br /&gt;My sister bought me a clover pendant yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;It's said to bring one good luck.&lt;br /&gt;So she said it's to bless me with luck for my 'O's, that whatever I study will come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't study anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Cheryl gives everyone of you a green clover.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your 'O's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113109842500358789?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113109842500358789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113109842500358789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/11/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113087401687121578</id><published>2005-11-02T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T03:43:48.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Physics is not fun at all, because I can never seem to do well in it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;No la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths is more fun.&lt;br /&gt;I did almost 2 Amaths papers today &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;But I took the whole day, because I was distracted(again!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only got five more days to finish my revision for seven subjects!&lt;br /&gt;So much time(yeah right)!&lt;br /&gt;I think now I've only got enough time to scan through my notes, not even the textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate reading my notes because they are forever so untidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite worried about my Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get an A2 for Geography at least.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the time to repay Mr Lee's effort.&lt;br /&gt;He's the only teacher who has taught us for four years, and throughout these four whole year, we have been giving him crap.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have been giving him crap.&lt;br /&gt;He must be very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I've only glanced through a bit of my Human Geography.&lt;br /&gt;It's worrying.&lt;br /&gt;At the rate I'm progressing, I doubt I can even finish 1/2 of my revision by the 7th, which is when my first paper(after the Chinese paper) will be!&lt;br /&gt;I want to at least finish 3/4 of my revision by then.&lt;br /&gt;It's pressurising, especially when the people around you have almost finished their revision, and are moving on to completely all the papers the teachers have given now.&lt;br /&gt;I've still got one whole stack of papers left undone.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at them, I'll feel like throwing the whole pile into the hamster cages so that Ham Ham and Bi Bi can shred them for me FOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm making no sense now.&lt;br /&gt;It's 4a.m. now, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My sister's so great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually bought me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la.. She bought me Jay's album.&lt;br /&gt;She said she got the last piece.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Can see that Jay's very popular &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YE QU is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to listen to it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Stefanie Sun's new album is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;The tunes don't seem quite catchy when you first hear it, but they will soon be stuck in your head!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, at least that was what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And May Day's new song is super nice too.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten the title of the song.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I listen to music whenever I feel bored studying.&lt;br /&gt;So that explains why the utility bills for this month are going to rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;. I really have to go already.&lt;br /&gt;Bye*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113087401687121578?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113087401687121578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113087401687121578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/11/hi-good-morning-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113074516338399649</id><published>2005-10-31T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:53:38.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;ONLY ONE MORE DAY..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/novchopincover.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I BADLY wanna get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFCCCC"&gt;'November's Chopin'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFCCCC"&gt;'Jay Chou'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An even nicer name.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know.&lt;br /&gt;It's only &lt;font color="red"; size="2"&gt;&lt;B&gt;ONE MORE FREAKING WEEK&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/font&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the rest of the main papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, &lt;br /&gt;18 more days, and I'd be &lt;font color="#FF6699"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Gotta study.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFCCCC"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm going to do just that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113074516338399649?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113074516338399649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113074516338399649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/10/only-one-more-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-113041667524297498</id><published>2005-10-27T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T20:41:24.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"; size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SOMEONE PLEASE KILL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so dead?&lt;br /&gt;Physics Practical was a horror.&lt;br /&gt;One of the questions was on thermal energy, something which we have never done before.&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I did a lot of dumb things.&lt;br /&gt;Due to my stupidity, I think I've lost about 15marks, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ooh&lt;/span&gt;, that does not include the marks that will be deducted for my inaccuracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aiyoh.. Why liddat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.. I shall work harder for the theory section.&lt;br /&gt;Do papers.. Do TYS.. If I have time that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I LOVE ELIM!!&lt;br /&gt;She's superb.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Practical on Tuesday was something similar to what we had for Prelims.&lt;br /&gt;So cool right?&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, my titration result was quite accurate, although mine was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;0.1&lt;/span&gt;cubiccm more than Elim's one.&lt;br /&gt;It's good enough for me, since I never seemed to be able to get as close as plus\minus &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;0.5&lt;/span&gt;cubiccm for my titration.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I'm worried about is the planning.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly got it correct, except that I didn't state to add excess metal to the acid.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. How stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I could still say to add &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;grams of metal to the acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wah..&lt;/span&gt; can go bang wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, back to the point about Elim.&lt;br /&gt;She's superb because she is selfless.&lt;br /&gt;Today we asked her questions on Physics Practical, then she answered us very patiently.&lt;br /&gt;That was so nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;It's like we seldom ask her questions on Chemistry &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, the bad thing about having an easy Practical Paper is that the theory paper will definitely be much tougher.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they set questions the way Elim does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ohyar&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Want to know how's Bi Bi??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aiya.&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to say it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's getting better now.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, his head was tilted 35degress, and now, the tilt has decreased to 34degrees.&lt;br /&gt;There's improvement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yar&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;But I think he dislikes me a hell lot now.&lt;br /&gt;Because everytime he has to take his medicine, I will have to grab him and force the medicine down his throat, or else he won't take it, and he won't get well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an inexperienced hamster-catcher, you see.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I often have to take half and hour to catch him.&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring for me and also for him, as he darts around the cage, clinging onto his dear little life.&lt;br /&gt;So everyday, I have to set aside three hours to feed him his medicine.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I have to wake up at 6a.m. everyday to feed the hams, because the medicine is supposed to be taken after food(WOW!).&lt;br /&gt;Then I sleep at 1a.m. everyday to give him his last dose.&lt;br /&gt;And this routine is supposed to take place for three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty tiring, especially when I have to study&lt;s&gt;slack&lt;/s&gt; everyday..&lt;br /&gt;But for Bi Bi, it's worthed it.&lt;br /&gt;*Sniffles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;.. Like soap opera..&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I hope that his hatred for me will diminish after these three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;It's heart-wrenching to see him listless and desolated, with no Ham Ham to play with him.&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to separate them.&lt;br /&gt;One of the assistants at the vet's told me a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;In the Animal Kingdom, when one animal falls ill, the others will trample over him because they feel that he's going to die anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Will this ever happen to humans one day?&lt;br /&gt;Hope not..&lt;br /&gt;But, somehow, the weak ones always gets bullied by the others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough of my crazy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;My next paper's on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;I must do Miss Lie proud(although it's highly impossible..).&lt;br /&gt;But well, at least for now, I shall attempt to conquer the impossible impossible, and make impossible impossible possible.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Okay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;, good luck to those taking the paper on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Study hard and don't slack so hard &lt;s&gt;like me&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study, study, STUDY now.&lt;br /&gt;No time &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFCCCC"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sometimes, &lt;br /&gt;it makes me wonder &lt;br /&gt;what's on your mind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-113041667524297498?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113041667524297498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/113041667524297498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/10/someone-please-kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112988862275300034</id><published>2005-10-21T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:00:25.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just came back from the vet's.&lt;br /&gt;Er.. I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bi Bi&lt;/span&gt; has just gone to the vet's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi Bi's sick.. for three days already.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday morning, I saw him looking at me with his head tilted.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I thought he was just trying to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;act cute&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But after a while, I realised that his head seems to be permanently tilted.&lt;br /&gt;He must have got into a real serious fight with Ham Ham the night before, looking at the messy condition of the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out, and thought he was going to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;So I just sat there and cried for one whole hour.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my family was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've never felt so helpless before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the vet was an amiable and humorous man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But he nearly dropped Bi Bi on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily his assistant &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kopped&lt;/span&gt; him(Bi Bi) in time, or else &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, I think Bi Bi's not only going to have a tilted head.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;touch wood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, so Bi Bi's suffering from some kind of ear infection, which has affected his balance. That explains why he keeps staggering round in circles, and falling over on his back.&lt;br /&gt;My poor little guy..&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to see him suffer.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope he gets well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've slacked enough this week.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, I know it's late, but too many things have happened this week, and I have been so very distracted.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; am. &lt;br /&gt;I ought to learn to control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's the Science Practical Exams.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling the jitters.. yet.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I can forsee that I'm not going to do well for my 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever the case, I need to study real hard now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so left out when I see everyone else mugging, and completing their revision.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly to speak, I've not even finished one single, freaking subject.&lt;br /&gt;And it's like what, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;three days&lt;/span&gt; to my first Practical exam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ten days&lt;/span&gt; to my Mother Tongue paper,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seventeen days&lt;/span&gt; to the rest of the theory papers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to study..&lt;br /&gt;But there's simply too much on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's making me confused............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The next minute,&lt;br /&gt;You were gone.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to wonder&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112988862275300034?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112988862275300034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112988862275300034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-just-came-back-from-vets.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112954635353869891</id><published>2005-10-17T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:52:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"; size="2"&gt;Omigosh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing anything for the past three and a half days, &lt;br /&gt;and my first paper is just 8days away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, I know I shouldn't be blogging, and I said that I'm not going to blog until after the 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;But.. I really have too much on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. firstly, about why I couldn't do anything for the past 72hours.&lt;br /&gt;I was, well, sick.&lt;br /&gt;I vomitted once on Saturday, before I even had my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;After some time, I vomitted another two times.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what was wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I came down with a high fever.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I would feel cold all around, then hot again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was suffering from DENGUE.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. &lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, needless to say, I didn't eat much during the days when I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I've lost some more weight!&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, you must eat more &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;!(Quoted from countless people)&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I know, I know. But I don't know why &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;This few days I seem to have lost my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of food revolts me and sends my stomach churning its contents.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Mum said it's stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, everyone knows that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. My stress comes from everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;Family matters.. studies.. relationships etc..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that sometimes I cannot see things clearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I'd always make the wrong decisions.&lt;br /&gt;I believe the people I shouldn't trust, I fall for the people I can't love, I pursue the things that can never be mine.&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I'm emotionally drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, I've been thinking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I'm a loner.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like no one &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; cares for me.&lt;br /&gt;My 'friends' seem so distant..&lt;br /&gt;When I was sick, not a single soul really asked about my absence.&lt;br /&gt;On some occasions, not even my family members cared one bit.&lt;br /&gt;The people around me don't understand what I need.&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;There's no care, not concern, no love in my life. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel that there's no one I should live my life for.&lt;br /&gt;My life seems like a journey without a destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me how many true friends I have, and I'll tell you, maybe one or two?&lt;br /&gt;Ask me how many people actually hate me, and my answer will be, countless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. I need to let these all out, or I'd go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should just bury my head into my books so that I can numb my mind and heart or something.&lt;br /&gt;My focus should be the 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whenever you see me smile,&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;It's merely a facade I'm putting up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112954635353869891?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112954635353869891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112954635353869891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/10/omigosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112808442577798304</id><published>2005-09-30T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T20:57:42.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's less than a month to the 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;The heat's on.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's burying their heads into books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do everyone else seem to have more time than I have?&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder how they can complete the test papers the teachers give at the speed of light, and still revise for their 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, a few History essays are enough to do me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where got time to study liddat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach home at around 7pm everyday, and by then, it is already dinnertime.&lt;br /&gt;I still have to take my shower and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Only then can I start on my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every teacher is stressing on the importance of their subject, thus the homework load.&lt;br /&gt;I have to work till about 1am everyday, and if I'm lucky for the day, 12am.&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring, and I'm totally drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, looking on the positive side, after two more months, I'd be FREE!!&lt;br /&gt;My post-examination days are lined up with all kinds of activity.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, &lt;br /&gt;Now's not the time to fascinate about the end of the 'O's, because they are not here yet.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they will be knocking on our doors.&lt;br /&gt;And I've made up my mind that I'm not going to disappointed after my papers, because I will have put in my best.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be my source of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prelims grades are horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I can get into AJC.&lt;br /&gt;My sister's bf can still ask me to appeal to get into &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's the greatest joke of the year &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think even if I divide my L1R5 by three, I still won't be qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I just hope they AJC wants to take me in.&lt;br /&gt;Many people are telling me that it's not a good school in terms of discipline.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pretty sure I won't be led astray.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was moderation.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that my L1R5 will remain stagnant, because I need 5marks to jump to the next grade for practically &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Yes,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; ALL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where got people so suay one??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I'd better go do something constructive, or I will feel guilty!!&lt;br /&gt;I may be meeting up with some friends to study Chemistry tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it will be constructive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will be blogging anymore, maybe only after the 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to mug instead.&lt;br /&gt;So, ALL THE BEST, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;We shall all work hard &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm feeling rather sad today, 'cos someone told me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is it intentional? It seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let it be true.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't run away, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;away from me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112808442577798304?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112808442577798304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112808442577798304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-less-than-month-to-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112773249793134053</id><published>2005-09-26T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T19:01:38.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I BADLY WANNA GO AJC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking at my super high L1R5, I can never get in.&lt;br /&gt;Moderation's not going to help me a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;single bit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No one is going to give me 5MARKS to help me move to the next grade.&lt;br /&gt;It's I-M-P-O-S-S-I-B-L-E!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh.&lt;br /&gt;I feel trapped.&lt;br /&gt;No one can help me.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112773249793134053?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112773249793134053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112773249793134053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-badly-wanna-go-ajc-but-looking-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112719388972247788</id><published>2005-09-20T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:29:04.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just come out of a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; bath, and I mean a really co&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oooooo&lt;/span&gt;old bath.&lt;br /&gt;That's because I forgot to switch on the water heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Siao one me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, why did I jump straight into the bath the moment I reached home??&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's because the school has &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kindly&lt;/span&gt; organised the Tree-top Walk in MacRitchie as &lt;s&gt;the only&lt;/s&gt;part of the post-prelim activity.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. very nice(yea right..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I had a terribly hard time struggling from the starting point to the end point which is about 4km or 5km away.&lt;br /&gt;To add on to my agony, I have to fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;So I was like holding a piece of tissue in each hand: one to wipe my profusely dripping sweat, the other to wipe my runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum suggested I don't go to school today, but I insisted(because I'm a good student okay, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't play play&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Now I kind of regret not listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk, not only did I feel more tired, now I have to spend money to rent crutches so that I can hobble to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My poor feet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I'm already down with a cold and a sorethroat(so much so that I could almost hit clarence's lowest note this morning! &lt;-- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;frigging poor illustration&lt;/span&gt;*).&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can make it to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I do, I don't think I can survive the JC talks in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, they are from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TJC&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RJC&lt;/span&gt; leh!&lt;br /&gt;I'll surely die of heart attack&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, even if I survive the first relapse, I won't survive the rest of the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;For one simple reason-- CHERS ARE GIVING BACK &lt;FONT COLOR=RED&gt;PRELIM&lt;/FONT&gt; PAPERS ARH!!&lt;br /&gt;My L1R5 will definitely break the world's record with a high score of 60 (G10 for each subby).&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared to suffer hollerings from my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've disappointed them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, maybe in the first place they don't even have high hopes of me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I hope that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'd better be gone..&lt;br /&gt;To have lunch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think I won't be updating for long, so take care peeps.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get back to mugging &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;(tomorrow)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the hundredth time, I say "I WANNA PASS MY ENGLISH!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay.. buhbye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112719388972247788?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112719388972247788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112719388972247788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-just-come-out-of-cold-bath-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112677189824007805</id><published>2005-09-15T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T18:02:10.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;:))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;:))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;! yayee&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Finally tmr's my last paper.&lt;br /&gt;I very happy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take a break at last mans.&lt;br /&gt;The avalanche of mugging has drained me of all my energy and brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was on the verge of breaking down on Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to study, but nothing seemed to permeate into that pea brain of mine, so I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to take my Chemistry paper the very next day, and I only studied 6chapters out the 21chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pro sia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time I ever dared to slack for Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my fatigue got the better of me. Nothing else seemed more important than getting some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is why I'm going to do badly for my Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;I could not finish the paper in time, so I panicked.&lt;br /&gt;The ensuing mental block cost me about 25marks, of which about 8marks are supposed to  be giveaways since they are on calculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes of getting an A for Chemistry are dashed.&lt;br /&gt;To add on to that, my Physics is already invalid as one of my subjects in L1R5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya.&lt;br /&gt;Physics.&lt;br /&gt;The paper was horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;I was cursing the setter(Mr Blah-Blah-Blah) while doing the paper.&lt;br /&gt;But well, it isn't his fault that I can't do the paper &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was plain stupidity on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying this for the millionth time: &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'M NUTS AT PHYSICS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did spend my holiday practising Physics. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it's not working.&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder what's wrong with my study method.&lt;br /&gt;I read, understand, practise.&lt;br /&gt;It is really exasperating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all the effort I've put in for this examination will ultimately lead to naught.&lt;br /&gt;Take for example the Chinese paper.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the most time on this subject, learning the 'ci yu shou ce' book by book, word by word, wayyyyyy before the prelims.&lt;br /&gt;And wow, I'm awed at how speedy the things I've studied hard for expire.&lt;br /&gt;I'm failing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means, my L1's hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;Well, again, I must first pray that I don't fail English.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go into a JC for the first three months.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to study in a JC for the rest of the two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the gruelling period, I guess most of us have decided where to go for our first three months.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are choosing to go SRJC.&lt;br /&gt;Actually SR's not bad one &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt I can even get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum says that it's best I choose AJC.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty near my house.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, VJC will be a better choice.&lt;br /&gt;I think mum has also lost hope in me already &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided.&lt;br /&gt;For the first three months, I'm going to VJC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to work as a cleaner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112677189824007805?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112677189824007805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112677189824007805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/09/yayee-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112606896604994668</id><published>2005-09-07T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:00:36.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling uber stressed.&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts keep drifting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rotten now &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have a feeling I'd fail my English Prelims.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of getting a F9 for L1 is indeed daunting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared because I've not done well enough for my Oral Paper to guarantee me a pass.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared because I went out of point for my composition.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared because I didn't have time to read the question, much less to develop the points for my letter-writing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared because I couldn't understand a single bit of what the passage was about for comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I fail?&lt;br /&gt;What if the moderation doesn't do anything much to get me a pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What if there is no moderation at all??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm more worried than crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can only pray that the teachers are more lenient this time round..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but as much as I want to mug during this one-week break, I couldn't bring myself to.&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason is I'm distracted by such thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;The bulk of the reason is that I've been going out almost everyday since last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit Granny, went shopping with Mummy, went 'studying' with Yee-pig-centre etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My STUDY-trip on Monday with Yee-pig-centre went down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about other things, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;But well, at least I got some things off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Some things that I've never told anyone, that I've never dared to tell anyone, even my family.&lt;br /&gt;Only she knows.&lt;br /&gt;Only she underststands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I can seem to tell her everything.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's because she accepts me for what I am, my good and bad points.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A ZILLION!!&lt;br /&gt;Muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of her kind understanding, she has got so many secret admirers(I know of a few! *winkwink*).&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we bumped into Shuk Man on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I think we disrupted her study trip because we were so rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Mans.&lt;br /&gt;Har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about her, I just recalled that I've not linked her.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very long oredi leh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I shall do that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm yearning for the Prelims to end, because I'll be having a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;On the Sunday the very week that my Prelims end, I'll be going to Aunty's house-warming party.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, it is Uncle's birthday, and also the Mid-Autumn Festival.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That means we an all have loads of fun celebrating together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if I can persuade Mummy, I'll be meeting up with Yee-pig-centre for Kbox session on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jio&lt;/span&gt; more people to go.&lt;br /&gt;Yayness. I want to sing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's hope that the rest of the days will be smooth-sailing for the Sec4s.&lt;br /&gt;Then we can all enjoy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all, and to me as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wan tu pass my Engwish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112606896604994668?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112606896604994668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112606896604994668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahhhhhhhhhhh-im-feeling-uber-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112564521310344956</id><published>2005-09-02T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T15:18:45.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of Term3.&lt;br /&gt;Finally. Can you imagine how long I've been yearning for this day to come??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, the Prelims will continue after this one-week break.&lt;br /&gt;For once, the school is considerate enough.&lt;br /&gt;They know that we can't possibly finish revision for all our subjects at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This arrangement is good for people(me) who are especially prone to the I-cannot-tahan-stress-anymore-pls-let-me-die-syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;This is because they can then take their time to do their revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Back to what I have wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;Today's Amaths PaperII was surprisingly manageable.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect a different setter, but well, I hope that I did not make too many careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the History paper, all I that I can say is I'm very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yar&lt;/span&gt;.. lucky to have done last-minute studies for the chapter on Cat(Mao).&lt;br /&gt;I had a hunch that it will not come out as one of the SEQ, but &lt;s&gt;most of&lt;/s&gt;all the time, my instincts have not be accurate.&lt;br /&gt;Well, all the other chapters that I studied for did not appear.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chiong-ed&lt;/span&gt; through the chapter last night at twelve, so the facts were more or less fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, luck is on my side for once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for yee-pig-centre, it was another story.&lt;br /&gt;Her nose actually bled halfway through the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;But she had extra time &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For once she managed to finish her Humanities paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day Concert on Wednesday was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;But actually I was looking forward to more than just dances, dances and dances.&lt;br /&gt;They should sing more.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in extra effort for the Teachers' Day gifts this year, being my last year(I hope!).&lt;br /&gt;I made magnets for the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. but somehow some didn't turn out as expected.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they don't mind the very poor workmanship.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I sacrificed the whole of Tuesday to make them.&lt;br /&gt;There went my study plan.&lt;br /&gt;But well, it's worth it la.&lt;br /&gt;Our teachers have really put in a lot of effort in educating us, so we should appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioning about Tuesday.. Tuesday was Physics Practical.&lt;br /&gt;It was horrendously horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand a single bit of the first question, and when I asked the teacher, she told me to read the question.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"'&lt;br /&gt;And I was so kan-chiong that I went to measure the radius instead of the diameter.&lt;br /&gt;How stupid can one get?&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pinning my hopes on the second question, although I'm sure that I've got some careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I don't want to fail too badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I told you, I'm nuts at Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I have to depend on my Chemistry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la.. I'm going to bed, and maybe if I wake up early enough, I'll clean the hamster cage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112564521310344956?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112564521310344956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112564521310344956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-day-of-term3.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112530198134715946</id><published>2005-08-29T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:14:43.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"; color="red"&gt;ROAR!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls kill me. I don't feel like living anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the first few papers of the Prelims, and boy, am I disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;For my L1, I think I'll get a F9.&lt;br /&gt;Then for SS, I think maybe E8??&lt;br /&gt;As for Amaths, after today's paper, I think I'll get F9.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I can even pass my paper2 when I can't even manage the paper1.&lt;br /&gt;And all of my friends were lamenting that if they had more time, they could have scored 81/80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever, are they not?&lt;br /&gt;No la.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Yar. I think that's the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemistry Practical last Friday wasn't any better. &lt;br /&gt;I carelessly empty some unknown substance into the test tube I was supposed to observe when I was rearranging my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole thing became a gruesome red.&lt;br /&gt;And till now, I still don't know whether the acid is HNO3 or HCL lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's Physics Practical.&lt;br /&gt;I've kind of given up hope on Physics, because no matter how hard I try, I still end up failing. &lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should work on my Chemistry instead.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, Elim's cuter.&lt;br /&gt;Er.. no, wait.. Have my Physics teacher ever been........ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Maybe to that yee-pig-centre, he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like to her, he's the most perfect man on Earth with the most perfect smile and the most perfect character to match.&lt;br /&gt;Wah..&lt;br /&gt;She sure has got a unique taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to Physics Practical.&lt;br /&gt;I think no one's studying, because there's nothing to.&lt;br /&gt;I mean almost nothing to.. except for two pathetic pieces of paper on planning.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I doubt we can even study for it.&lt;br /&gt;So Gek Ting's going home to polish her ruler.&lt;br /&gt;Good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that my mood will not be drastically affected tmr, like on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I did the dumbest thing on Earth just before setting off for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surfed the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It is the most senseless thing to do just before the exam.&lt;br /&gt;It just happened that I chanced on something, and I was very affected, and of course, offended, by what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not what &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; thought them to be.&lt;br /&gt;Before you try to conclude anything, please get it clear that I wasn't trying to be sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, my words were never meant to be directed to you all.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been unsatisfied, nor unwilling, that I've to take my time off and all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to express my grievance that we are unable to treat everyone equally, and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have never experienced the feeling of being penniless.&lt;br /&gt;You've never had to worry about tmr.&lt;br /&gt;You've never sunken into the feeling of nothingness, when you can't have the things that you have.&lt;br /&gt;You've never felt being ashamed of yourself, when your friends are better off than you.&lt;br /&gt;You've never felt all these, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but I have&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please do not pretend that you know everything, 'cos I know you do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I know this may trigger off another round of arguement, but I find the need to make these clear to you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wholly to be blamed, if I have, in any way, happened to pique you, so please do not push the blame to the people around me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, to Passerby, I agree with you that you can still enjoy life without money.&lt;br /&gt;However, to live in luxury means to be living in a sumptuous surrounding. That is, simply to put, living in a condiion whereby what you have is far, far better than basic.&lt;br /&gt;And in order to do so, you need money.&lt;br /&gt;Well, in this materialistic society of the present, you can't deny that you need money to buy almost anything, even kinship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112530198134715946?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112530198134715946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112530198134715946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/08/roar-pls-kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112289021219538259</id><published>2005-08-01T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T17:58:58.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling super stressed.&lt;br /&gt;The 'O' Oral's coming soon, and I'm unprepared!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne invited me to join her and Gan Ther to see Mr Koh for oral practice.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't dare to. It's scary.&lt;br /&gt;And now I regret turning her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know lah. &lt;br /&gt;I think it's some kinda psychological barrier which stops me from speaking up.&lt;br /&gt;This problem's getting from bad to worse!&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty worried for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Today's lessons passed rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least they seemed to, perhaps because there's no SSP today!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a VCD today during Chinese lesson, but didn't manage to finish the whole of it. &lt;br /&gt;So we'll be watching the rest of it on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lie says it's a tradegy.&lt;br /&gt;It must be a really sad story, and it's a true story.&lt;br /&gt;So we all must bring loads of tissue in on Wednesday, nad this is especially so for Jia Ci.&lt;br /&gt;She nearly drowned us all when we watched XiaoQ the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem very free &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Ahahas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm intending to do my some of my Emaths Peer Tutoring work later, then maybe I'll revise Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;The real Prelims is coming in about three weeks' time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very scary&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Quivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum brought me out to take a breather yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I felt very guilty 'cos I hadn't been doing anything since last Wednesday, after the Mock Prelims.&lt;br /&gt;But well, we visited Granny.&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen her for ages, and I will be too busy to visit her soon.&lt;br /&gt;Then next week it will be my dad's turn to bring his mum out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, I just feel that it's rather unfair to Granny.&lt;br /&gt;We seldom bring her out, so she's always cooped up at home.&lt;br /&gt;This is because we are not rich people what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for my dad's side, all of his siblings are way wealthier than him.&lt;br /&gt;So they can afford to let their mother live in luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna grow up soon and earn lots and lots of money, so that my parents can enjoy life, and my father can quit working long hours despite the low wages he gets.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly to say, I haven't really found a direction in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I wanna be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's all relax and quit being so stressed up. &lt;br /&gt;It's bad for our healths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got something to cheer us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/hams1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/hams2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/hams3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/hams4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/hams5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that that lazy bum's in his same position in all five shots.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;But Bi Bi, on the other hand, is vigilant and watchful all the time.&lt;br /&gt;He's a scaredy-&lt;em&gt;mouse&lt;/em&gt; I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately, it was his bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't all that ring a bell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;And tc peeps!! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112289021219538259?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112289021219538259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112289021219538259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/08/sigh_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112289005635600235</id><published>2005-08-01T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T17:54:41.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling super stressed.&lt;br /&gt;The 'O' Oral's coming soon, and I'm unprepared!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne invited me to join her and Gan Ther to see Mr Koh for oral practice.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't dare to. It's scary.&lt;br /&gt;And now I regret turning her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know lah. &lt;br /&gt;I think it's some kinda psychological barrier which stops me from speaking up.&lt;br /&gt;This problem's getting from bad to worse!&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty worried for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Today's lessons passed rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least they seemed to, perhaps because there's no SSP today!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a VCD today during Chinese lesson, but didn't manage to finish the whole of it today. &lt;br /&gt;So we'll watch the rest of it on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lie says it's a tradegy.&lt;br /&gt;It must be a really sad story, and it's a true story.&lt;br /&gt;So we all must bring loads of tissue in on Wednesday, especially for Jia Ci.&lt;br /&gt;She nearly drowned us all when we watched XiaoQ the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem very free &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Ahahas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm intending to do my some of my Emaths Peer Tutoring work later, then maybe I'll revise Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;The real Prelims is coming in about three weeks' time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very scary&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Quivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum brought me out to take a breather yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I felt very guilty 'cos I hadn't been doing anything since last Wednesday, after the Mock Prelims.&lt;br /&gt;But well, we visited Granny.&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen her for ages, and I will be too busy to visit her soon.&lt;br /&gt;Then next week it will be my dad's turn to bring his mum out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, I just feel that it's rather unfair to Granny.&lt;br /&gt;We seldom bring her out, so she's always cooped up at home.&lt;br /&gt;This is because we are not rich people what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for my dad's side, all of his siblings are way wealthier than him.&lt;br /&gt;So they can afford to let their mother live in luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna grow up soon and earn lots and lots of money, so that my parents can enjoy life, and my father can quit working long hours despite the low wages he gets.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly to say, I haven't really found a direction in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I wanna be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's all relax and quit being so stressed up. &lt;br /&gt;It's bad for our healths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got something to cheer us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/hams1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/hams2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/hams3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/hams4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/hams5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that that lazy bum's in his same position in all five shots.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;But Bi Bi, on the other hand, is vigilant and watchful all the time.&lt;br /&gt;He's a scaredy-&lt;em&gt;mouse&lt;/em&gt; I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately, it was his bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't all these ring a bell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;And tc peeps!! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112289005635600235?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112289005635600235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112289005635600235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/08/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112263421715353072</id><published>2005-07-29T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:50:17.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'M SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sucha disappointment to my teachers, a disgrace to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of anyone getting &lt;em&gt;7&lt;/em&gt;/35 for a Chinese Comprehension, or a pathetic &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;/25 for a Chinese Summary??!&lt;br /&gt;HERE, you've got one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Miss Lie's &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; disappointed in me.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I dont understand the passages, but I really did try to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you may think "What's the BIG deal mans? It's not the O Levels!".&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I feel very demoralised\sad\miserable\dejected\...&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt a test or anything actually. It was just some practice paper.&lt;br /&gt;But I really take my grades to heart.&lt;br /&gt;I know it breaks Miss Lie's heart to see my grades taking a plunge. She seems to be pinning rather high hopes on me, and definitely expecting better results than these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks man. &lt;br /&gt;I feel so &lt;em&gt;rotten&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to spoil my already-VERY-foul mood further, I got conned by this shopkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;I was buying ribbons at this shop in Serangoon Centre.&lt;br /&gt;They pack them in bags, stating the cost of the ribbons on them.&lt;br /&gt;Then Ahma and I thought that one pack costs $0.50, and that's quite cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Who in this world can ever imagine that ONE FRIGGING RIBBON COSTS FIFTY FRIGGING CENTS?!!&lt;br /&gt;It's like not worth the money at all?!&lt;br /&gt;I was still intending of using them to make cards, but I guess I should buy photo frames and frame them up instead.&lt;br /&gt;Wah.. can display them hor. Then one hundred years later sell them at a million buckaroos each.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Nevermind la. &lt;br /&gt;Next time must learn to shop smart, if not I'll go bankrupt soon.&lt;br /&gt;Today's a bad, bad day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did charity today leh.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Actually I didnt really do so la.&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a magnet from SPCA.&lt;br /&gt;It's got a cute picture of a hamster on it leh!&lt;br /&gt;But well, my Hams are still the best.&lt;br /&gt;Ham Ham and Bi Bi are better than your Jerry leh, Gek Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. &lt;br /&gt;Ohyar. I forgot to say that the Mock Prelims are overrrrrrrr!!&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm retarded, but I can't help it what, all thanks to my very &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEI DA&lt;/strong&gt; DE AHMA&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As in a grandmother with a mammoth appetite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be her genes.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gek Ting said that our Ahma is looking older nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.. everyday sleep so late, who ask her stay up to wait for our Ahgongs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahma, dont say that I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; warn you hor.. having dinner in the dark is very bad for your eyesight. &lt;br /&gt;What if you accidentally swallow a fishtail?!&lt;br /&gt;Or choke on your fork?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;.. dont always light candles &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if we cant afford to pay for the electricity.&lt;br /&gt;And for all you know, you may just have all your hair burnt away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to relieve my stress mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm glad to hear that Ahma wants to get into VJC too.&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got some motivation to aim higher, rather than just pray to get into AJC.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I will have a free chaffeur &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;My sister's BF said that if I go VJC, he will come from Marine Parade to Sengkang to send me to VJC, which is in Marine Parade, &lt;strong&gt;every single day&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Very &lt;u&gt;SHUANG&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;must see if I'm qualified enough first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my chances of getting in are almost NIL.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont have the confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yar.. I missed the Career Seminar yesterday because I was having a very serious bout of menstrual cramps.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt even walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the clinic and had my left eye checked as well.&lt;br /&gt;This eye has been giving me a lot of trouble lately. It kept getting dry, red, then itchy.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor prescribed me eyedrops again.&lt;br /&gt;I went home and tried to get the eyedrops into my left eye.&lt;br /&gt;After one drop, I read the insructions on the box.&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, I saw "Drop into right eye".&lt;br /&gt;I went weak in my limbs and nearly died-&lt;em&gt;ed&lt;/em&gt; on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. But I'm obviously not supposed to applied it to the other eye &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor made a mistake, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This is a super long entry oredi.&lt;br /&gt;I've got loads of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;How I hope I can turn them all into truckloads of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;AH.. CHOCOLATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANNA CATCH CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112263421715353072?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112263421715353072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112263421715353072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112201958820560757</id><published>2005-07-22T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T16:08:36.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum bought me herbal jelly just now.&lt;br /&gt;And everything I ate after which tasted like cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, it's my first time eating herbal jelly.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm very &lt;em&gt;sua-gu &lt;/em&gt;lah.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I dont like the taste of it.&lt;br /&gt;But well, mummy bought it for me, so I didnt quite mind.&lt;br /&gt;My mum rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It has been a hectic week for me and for everyone else I suppose, cos it's the &lt;strong&gt;MOCK PRELIMS&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;And it's still on. There are four or five more subjects next week, and most of them require lots of memorising, which, for people who have STM like me, find it a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no use. I study very, very hard. But when I'm faced with the paper, my mind will just go BOOM. &lt;br /&gt;And then everything I spent nights reciting, memorising, dreaming of just disappears in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder what's in that pea brain of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Millions of air pockets and nothing else, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the reason why I suffered a serious mental blockage during the Social Studies test just now. And this implies that I wrote two pages of utterly meaningless\nonsensical\lousy crap. &lt;br /&gt;Ohyar. Crap. Mum just bought crabs and she's gonna cook them tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was too tired lah. I couldnt even do the simplest of the Emaths paper just now. The moment I handed in the paper, I suddenly knew how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. So my brain cells travel 0.0000000000001mm/year.&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, because of my lack of sleep for the past few days, I was in a daze after today's paper.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping okay I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with my eyes &lt;strong&gt;wide-opened&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It's like I handed in the wrong section for SS, then Miss Lie was like sighing?&lt;br /&gt;I want to sigh too, because I'm hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah.. this few days I very &lt;em&gt;malu&lt;/em&gt; okay.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, we were naming some places on the map.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee asked me to help him copy some helping words on the board while he went to do something else.&lt;br /&gt;Then I spelt 'Antarctica' wrongly, and 95% of the class followed my version of spelling it. &lt;br /&gt;In the end, everyone got scolded. He was fuming I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I got the whole class into bubbling hot soup.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so &lt;em&gt;shi bai&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep and start mugging soon, maybe tomorrow, cos I think I will only wake up 30 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adieu&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112201958820560757?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112201958820560757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112201958820560757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/07/mum-bought-me-herbal-jelly-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112081162824757768</id><published>2005-07-08T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:35:49.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna fail my Chemmy test.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nuts at Organic Chemistry lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Everyone else thinks the paper is manageable and I'm the only one who can ever fail it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling of being left behind, and desperately trying to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on to my sadness, I have to like go back to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE'S MY FIVE-DAY WEEK HELLOOOOOOOOO?!! *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;flaps hands like sherm&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;For Physics lor. But I guess it's for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it will be consructive, or my dear Saturday will be gone to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm very busy one you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Clean the Hams' cage, which will probably take up my whole afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;2) DO HOMEWORK (I've got truckloads of 'em),&lt;br /&gt;3) Try with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; my might to study, 'cos the mock prelim's pouncing on us in two weeks' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yups. &lt;br /&gt;I'm really occupied.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh.. there goes my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to look like a panda alright. A skinny one.&lt;br /&gt;And yar, I know I've said that before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112081162824757768?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112081162824757768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112081162824757768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-gonna-fail-my-chemmy-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-112056047067945824</id><published>2005-07-05T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:47:50.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was dead for I-donno-how-many-zillion-yrs and now I'm back to haunt everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. The truth behind my loooooooooooonng absence was because the compy was sick(still). Somehow, the virus in it mutated into a horrendously evil monster which bit off the internet connection line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was left internet-less, or should I say, compy-less, for the past weeks. There is apparently no pragmatic reason for me to touch the compy when there's no internet connection. I mean, what else could I have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being compy-less did not mean that I can now focus on my studies. I have wayyyyyy too many 'constructive' ways of idling away my time, like disturbing the hams when they are sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYAR. THE HAMS.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell everyone this greeeeeeat news!!&lt;br /&gt;Ham Ham and Bi Bi are living together now leh!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. They eat together, sleep together, though they still bicker quite often over territories(?) and food.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Greedy lil' creatures they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can all see that they enjoy each others' company, so much so that it's beginning to make my sister think they are GAYS.&lt;br /&gt;Male + Male = GAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I'm worried sick okay.&lt;br /&gt;GAYS.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;It's not that I have anything against gays lah. Well, Im not a detractor for gay marriages or whatsoever.. Im fine with it. But the thought that someone I know likes people of the same gender as he/she makes me feel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's just a personal feeling.. anyone can disagree with me alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of all these. Time to look at results.&lt;br /&gt;We got back our PPR today.&lt;br /&gt;I failed my Physics as expected lahs.&lt;br /&gt;Very sad sia.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind. I've decided to study harder.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I seldom sleep during lessons now(except maybe for History documentaries). So.. that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. and then I did badly for my English and Chinese too.&lt;br /&gt;Both my languages are terrible.&lt;br /&gt;I really donno what language I can speak in future.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should really consider to be an Indian.&lt;br /&gt;Tamil may be easier yar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now comes the most unbelieveable part of my results.&lt;br /&gt;I actually &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;passed&lt;/span&gt; my combined humanaties.&lt;br /&gt;'How is that possible?' I kept asking myself.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've thought of three possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;(1)It wasnt the mid-yr test that Mr Tan took into account&lt;br /&gt;(2)He keyed in the wrong marks&lt;br /&gt;(3)A miracle happened like in my Geography mid-yrs&lt;br /&gt;And of which, I feel that (1) and (2) are the more probable options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE PROVE ME WRONG PLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrght. Enough of my crap.&lt;br /&gt;Hope my brother will reformat my compy soon.&lt;br /&gt;So very long.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-112056047067945824?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112056047067945824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/112056047067945824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-dead-for-i-donno-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111925229988669968</id><published>2005-06-20T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:24:59.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few more days to the death of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days hvnt been spent wisely. All I did was dilly-dallying. That is, I have not started on my revision yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I just took a peek at the mock prelim timetable,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;.. THE FIRST PAPER IS EXACTLY &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ONE MONTH&lt;/span&gt; FROM NOW! TODAY! YES, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ONE MORE MONTH ONLY LEH&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can go bonkers already. &lt;br /&gt;I have eight subjects, of which each of them is a two-yr course, and I have not even started on a single subject.&lt;br /&gt;SIAO-NESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont even be able to finish one subject by the real prelims even if I start now. Cos I lack the determination and self-discipline to open up my textbooks and even reeeeeeeead them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish some scientist will invent a time machine. You know, those you read in the storybooks, and which can bring you back in time, eons, eons back??&lt;br /&gt;Yar. And I shall turn the machine back to 1990, when I will still be a 1-yr-old baby with that super mad hair. Then I will pray that someone will wham that machine to bits so that time stops at where it is, and I'll never have to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. Enough of my crap. I shall attempt to achieve the most unreachable task in the world, which is to do that frigging irritating Physics WS which was bugging me in my dreams yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And er.. no. I didnt dream of my holiday homework chasing after me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111925229988669968?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111925229988669968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111925229988669968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/06/few-more-days-to-death-of-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111822741550553016</id><published>2005-06-08T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T18:43:35.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeehhsss! There's no school on Friday and Saturday, which means I will have a long wkend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehs. And tmr's the Geography Fieldtrip, so there's no boring lessons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyayyay!!&lt;br /&gt;*prances around the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will bring a frog back from the frog farm tmr as a belated birthday prez for mum. Then we can all have a frog feast.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahs. No lah. Actually I'm not looking forward to visiting the frog farm. I think it'd be grossssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;I'll restrain from eating frog legs for the rest of my life no matter how hard my mum is gonna coerce me to.&lt;br /&gt;As for Gek Ting, if she is ever revolted, she'd prolly abandon that green and GaoLingFeng-like creature on her bag named Stalin, which leaps in a weird and crude manner.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Ahma will rid of her greeny collection and start to develop a fetish for orange, which rightfully is to be her favourite color(or fruit. hehes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored lah you see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Since I'm bored, I shall blog about yesterday as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed home after school to go to the movies with mum and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Suntec, 'cos we were hoping to take a peep at the bookfair as well. But it turned out that it ended a few days ago. So I was very sad lah.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs. Because that means no Nicholas Sparks. &lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I'm gonna get that book no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Then we caught Madagascar.&lt;br /&gt;It was extra-funnaye. &lt;br /&gt;But those '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;' sitting at the back row were irritating. So I couldnt enjoy the movie to the max.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to shop around. Had dinner, and walked around again. Saw an artiste. My sister was uber hyped up. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Andersen's to have ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Had the Hot Waffle, Single Fondue and Happy Brownie.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. So sinful(though no for me..).&lt;br /&gt;And the Strawberry&amp;Cream scoops were heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of cos, the bill was pretty much an eye-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;opener &lt;/span&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. So liddat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahas. As can be seen, I'm enjoying life now.&lt;br /&gt;I dont dare to think of how tough life's gonna be one month down the road.&lt;br /&gt;It'll all be studies, studies and more &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STUDIES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111822741550553016?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111822741550553016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111822741550553016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/06/weeeeeeeehhsss-theres-no-school-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111795217953947386</id><published>2005-06-05T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T14:16:19.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been eons since I last blogged. That's because I was too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a short entry 'cos I'm going to my uncle's house soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmms. I spent my evening at Compasspoint. I spent a lot of money leh. &lt;br /&gt;Hahahas. Bought dinner for my family too.&lt;br /&gt;And yes. I've bought that &lt;strong&gt;AIR SUPPLY CD&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;OMG. I love 'Two Less Lonely People in This World' to bits.&lt;br /&gt;Madness. Craze. &lt;em&gt;Whatever&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at ard 10pm, my sister's bf came.. then we suddenly thought of going to the midnight shows.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! So we set off to Tampines Mall for our movie.&lt;br /&gt;Watched UNLEASHED.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Better than 'Son of the Mask' that lamo show.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I didnt waste that $9.50 sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I didnt pay for it. I didnt have to.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Now I'm kinda stuck here with piles of Chinese WS undone.&lt;br /&gt;So nice arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yar. I flunked my oral. Real badly.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah. Bye bye lah. I wanna go get ready liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111795217953947386?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111795217953947386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111795217953947386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-been-eons-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111710100360026282</id><published>2005-05-26T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T17:56:38.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. I shall blog since I'm in no mood for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch has been terrible. I cant seem to focus well. For some reason, the teachers seem to keep posting questions to me. And more often than not, they are those that I can never ever tackle with, with that dumb brain of mine, which contains nothing more than air pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good example will be during English lesson a few days ago. Noel was doing oral. Then he wanted to ask someone to do the picture description. As he scrutinised the class for like what seemed a hundred years, I felt his eyes set on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I could sense it even with my head bowed low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew what was coming up.&lt;br /&gt;So I was asked to describe the picture to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke, but he could not hear me. &lt;br /&gt;Then I repeated, but this bunch of students scuffled past the class, howling on top of their voices.&lt;br /&gt;He could not hear me again.&lt;br /&gt;I tried another time, but Ian and Jason interrupted. &lt;br /&gt;So I stood there and repeated my two-sentence answer over and over countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally heard me and asked me to elaborate. And I just stood there and stared at him blankly, 'cos I didnt know what in the world to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, oral's NEXT WEDNESDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaded sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Noel Koh will be hoping that no one knows I'm his student.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a disgrace to him.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahs. Sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;But actually English lessons are a great source of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;They can be really nonsensical with the existance of Ian &amp; Co. and of course, the Great One, Noel Koh.&lt;br /&gt;It's like out of nowhere, they can blurt lame remarks of no concern to the stuff we are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaas. Yes. But they are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today, Noel Koh was going through the Vocabulary Book. Then he was touching on the part on phobias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Noel Koh: Okay.. let's move on to the next exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Mitchel: Er.. Mr Koh, what about no.16? (qn reads: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thana&lt;/span&gt;tophobia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel Koh gave him a 'DUH' look while the rest of the class burst out into peals of laughters. &lt;br /&gt;Just if you were wondering, no, the meaning the word has got nothing to do with our dearest OM, Ta-na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ian: Mr Koh, can you pronounced the word in Q14? (qn reads: logizomechanicophobia)&lt;br /&gt;Noel Koh: Oh sorry I do not know how to pronounce that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he gives that 'DUH' look again, while some of us attempted to defeat the King of all Kings by figuring out how to read that chain of alphabets, but ended up with tangled tongues and twisted lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah. This is a very bo liao update. I shall go bathe now.&lt;br /&gt;-Laters! ((;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111710100360026282?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111710100360026282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111710100360026282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111657493139378310</id><published>2005-05-20T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T13:11:18.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;Is it really so hard to trust?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling uber vexed up.&lt;br /&gt;I think my mum thinks too much.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home early today.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have no SSP.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Miss Lie called off the afternoon lesson.&lt;br /&gt;So I was free by 12.45!!&lt;br /&gt;Whahahs.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the earliest I've ever been let off since Sec4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is I have finished my Amaths, which is the only homework I have for the weekend, during the lesson. &lt;br /&gt;And Monday's a &lt;strong&gt;PUBLIC HOLIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rejoice&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REJOICE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back some of my test results.&lt;br /&gt;I flunged all of it lah, especially my &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; PHYSICS and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SUPER DISAPPOINTED OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I studied sooooooooooooo hard for my Physics, and I failed.&lt;br /&gt;To add on to that, I have never really been passing my Physics tests for this year.&lt;br /&gt;So that is to say, I failed my overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..What the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^%#$@$^&amp;$%#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this lahs.&lt;br /&gt;I'd better start practising my Physics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar.. I said &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say about my Chinese. &lt;br /&gt;I only passed by a &lt;em&gt;wee&lt;/em&gt; few marks.&lt;br /&gt;Just know that Miss Lie is terribly disappointed in me.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that she did not blame us for not producing results makes me feel even more guilty.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I did not do much revision the day before for this test. But it was because I had already done so one or two weeks before the exams. And it's like I was mugging for the other tests the day before??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know lah.&lt;br /&gt;She seems to be giving me one of her 'bu shunag' looks of late, as though I have offended her.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont know what I have done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Emaths and Amaths were no better either, especially Emaths.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely need more practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for all my Humans papers, the possibility of me passing is almost NIL.&lt;br /&gt;Havent got the papers back yet.&lt;br /&gt;But I know they will all come back full of red crosses.&lt;br /&gt;I think Mr Lee and Mr Tan will both be cursing me while they mark my paper.&lt;br /&gt;Serve me right for not reading questions properly before I answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my brother yesterday that I misintepreted my SS essay question.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;HE ACTUALLY LAUGHED AT MY STUPIDITY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;Cant he just give me some hope, even when I'm hopeless??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah. Enough of my horrible results.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;need&lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to loads and loads of things.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy that &lt;strong&gt;AIR SUPPLY &lt;/strong&gt;cd.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Their voices are inexplicable powerful. Heard one of their songs over the broadcast a few days ago. I fell in love with it immediately mans.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, the Air Supply is a duet made up of two men, and er.. they sing.&lt;br /&gt;Yar. HURHUR.&lt;br /&gt;They are no pop group or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;They are ROCK AND ROLL singers from the 1980s or whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm sloooooooow, by like 20 yrs or what.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. But I feel that good music can never be outdated.&lt;br /&gt;And Air Supply's pieces are undoubtedly good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. besides that, I BADLY WANT TO GET THAT NICHOLAS SPARKS BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;A Walk to Remember.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm far far behind the crowd, like eons back.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I've already been wanting to get that book at the beginning of the year I think. But at that time, I bought another of Sparks' book instead.&lt;br /&gt;So now, I want to get his other books too.&lt;br /&gt;Sparks is really a great writer. His works never fails to awe his readers.&lt;br /&gt;The first novel of his that I read was &lt;strong&gt;The Diary&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful I tell you, and till now, the story's still lingering on my mind every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;So it's definitely not a waste of money to &lt;strong&gt;buy&lt;/strong&gt; his books and not &lt;em&gt;borrow&lt;/em&gt; them from the library.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I dont like reading library books because they look dirty and I will feel uneasy reading them. &lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;That explains why I seldom go to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms.&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall go to bed now and dream about Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;So long..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111657493139378310?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111657493139378310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111657493139378310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-it-really-so-hard-to-trust-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111622965108518171</id><published>2005-05-16T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T15:47:31.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;blop&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet hurts. I think calluses will be appearing soon. &lt;br /&gt;Hahs. But I'm feeling uber euphoric today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had MacRitchie Run today. It was already raining cows and chickens by the time I reached MacRitchie. I was praying hard that they would call off the event, but apparently, they didnt. So ended up we &lt;em&gt;walked for fifteen minutes on the pavement&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liddat also 'shuang'.&lt;br /&gt;Then when the whole school completed the so called 'run', Mrs Lum was like exclaiming "ZHSS! YOU BRAVED THE RAIN AND COMPLETED THE RUN. WHAT A GOOD JOB DONE!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah right&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The boys were all pretending to be hyped up, cheering like there's no tmr.&lt;br /&gt;So cute ahs the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, at least we didn't make a waste trip like the batch last year. Luckily at that time I wasnt there 'cos I was held up by NDP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rejoice!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole thing ended at about 10 something. Ahma suddenly changed her mind to go out with the girls. I wanted to actually go home for lunch, but since I dont often get to have some bonding time with my girlfriends, I went ahead with them. &lt;br /&gt;Can feel that mum's quite disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;But she knows I need to unwind myself. She already trying hard not to pile me up with stress.&lt;br /&gt;I love my mum mans. ((;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall be a good daughter and come home for lunch tmr, &lt;strong&gt;provided&lt;/strong&gt; I've no Chemmy Practical or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Chemistry, I got sort of hollered at by Elim on Friday. For some ludicrous reason, I misnamed the carbon cpd. Then she said "Don't take Chemistry lah you all.".&lt;br /&gt;Made me so sad that I wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahas. No lar. &lt;br /&gt;I just feel disppointed in myself. I hope I do not commit anymore of such mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay back to today. After the run, we went to Orchard. We ate lunch (yes, lunch at eleven!), then went to Heeren. Saw this really kewl tortise keychain. So we each bought one. Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;I named my tortise &lt;font color="green"&gt;GUAVA&lt;/font&gt;, cos it's green!!&lt;br /&gt;Mum suggested kiwi.&lt;br /&gt;Like EW??! &lt;br /&gt;Then she said bananas, cos bananas are green in color before they ripen. &lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Bananas??&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that it was my cuzzie who gave me the name 'Cheryl', or I'd prolly be named 'Papaya' or 'Dragonfruit'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUAVA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahas. Then we took neos. &lt;br /&gt;Ahma's head so big. Blocked me sia.&lt;br /&gt;Next time you stand behind lah yoo.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;But overall it was still fine cos we had fun screaming at the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went home after shopping for a while cos we were tired and broke already.&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, slacking in front of the compy again, with homework undone.&lt;br /&gt;I have Chinese test tmr. No one knows what to learn lor. Hahas. Nevermind lah.. just look through everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. I shall go and pull Guava's legs.&lt;br /&gt;Byee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;[I feel.. &lt;em&gt;forgiven&lt;/em&gt;.] ((;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111622965108518171?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111622965108518171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111622965108518171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/blop.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111597469211468458</id><published>2005-05-13T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T17:02:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So all my efforts led to naught.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it really doesnt pay to work that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed all my papers lah.&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I'd fail all of them terribly.&lt;br /&gt;Even Social Studies and Geography, which I spent endless nights studying for.&lt;br /&gt;I misinterpreted the question for the SS paper and 13 marks are gone, and what I studied for Geography did not come out at all.&lt;br /&gt;These are all manageable papers please.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just plain carelessness and stupidity on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant blame anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.. I shall stop these rantings. The exams are over, I cant do anything, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my brother's birthday. I've been so absorbed into studying that it slipped through my mind. Luckily my mum reminded me yesterday. Maybe I'm going out later to get him something. But I don't know what to get for him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. I think Bi's sick or something. His hair is always in a great mess. Then he is always sulking(from what &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; see..). There must be something wrong with him. But dont you think he just seem like me?? Messy hair and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahs. Nevermind. There's Choir gathering next Friday. They say they're going to cater buffet using the money raised from the Music and Movement night. &lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like going sia, although I miss some of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;I can see that Ahma badly wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep badly lah. Have been going to bed past twelve every night for two whole weeks. I'm like a lifeless body, hovering around the house. Shall go and make up for some sleep before anyone gets a heartattack or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111597469211468458?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111597469211468458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111597469211468458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-all-my-efforts-led-to-naught.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111537141629703897</id><published>2005-05-06T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T17:23:36.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got tonnes of homework and a week-lot of tests next week.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is I haven't started on anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home.. very tired.. zz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been mugging hard for my papers for the past few days. I never knew I'd treat my tests so, so, so seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing in a way, since I'm revising my work. But pinning high hopes on this round's tests means that my disappointment will be much greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I studied so hard for my Physics, but in the end I left 10 marks blank, the 70% of the remainder I have no hope in getting cos I wrote rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I am the one who scored 9/25 for my Chinese summary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you mugging doesn't work for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling super demoralised mans. I have screwed up all the papers so far, and this is just the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyar. Yesterday my sis's boyfriend smsed me.&lt;br /&gt;He&lt;em&gt; specially &lt;/em&gt;came to inform me that he'd just had his last paper.&lt;br /&gt;Wah..&lt;br /&gt;THANKS AH!&lt;br /&gt;He's so nice to me right?&lt;br /&gt;Wait till he drops by my house the next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111537141629703897?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111537141629703897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111537141629703897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/ive-got-tonnes-of-homework-and-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111511311664830798</id><published>2005-05-03T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T17:38:36.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed my Physics paper.&lt;br /&gt;Left 10 marks worth of questions &lt;s&gt;blank&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So disheartening sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sad lahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall go cry now. &lt;br /&gt;Mamaaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;Buhbyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111511311664830798?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111511311664830798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111511311664830798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111478800904788733</id><published>2005-04-29T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:20:44.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's eleven o'clock.. and I'm still struggling hopelessly to complete my big pile of work.&lt;br /&gt;Next week's the exams already. And I've yet to start on my revision. &lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, I have not really been paying attention and understanding the lessons. &lt;br /&gt;Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell that's me. I always do things at the eleventh hour.&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's the time now. Ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel the urgency of studying for the 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I do, I do not take actions.&lt;br /&gt;This is plain laziness.&lt;br /&gt;Yes imma lazy bum lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I passed my Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Like&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; WOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. I thought I'd fail terribly mans. But surprising, or should I say miraculously, I improved a wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;Yayness. I shall continue to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm going to fail terribly for my English.&lt;br /&gt;It has been confirmed that I failed lah cos obviously I'm not the freak who &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aced&lt;/span&gt; the paper with a 25.5-mark pass in Burgess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My England are terriber so you cannot blehm mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm getting nonsensical I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyar. Gek Ting told me that hamsters do their businesses at a certan fixed place. Virtual toilets you can call them.&lt;br /&gt;But how come my Ham Ham shits everywhere??!&lt;br /&gt;At least Bi Bi's more disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I still have my English, Chinese and Geography HW to do. &lt;br /&gt;So laters..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111478800904788733?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111478800904788733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111478800904788733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-eleven-oclock.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111459340624272236</id><published>2005-04-27T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:16:46.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M UNDER TREMENDOUS STRESS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The midyrs is just a few days away. Soon, I'd be mugging.&lt;br /&gt;I should have already started long ago, but as I said, mugging does not work for me.&lt;br /&gt;It has been tested and proven yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.. So I slept at 2am today. I was chiong-ing my homework so that I can have time to revise for my Maths test tmr. Apparently, I couldn't get much done cos I was already dead beat from school, plus the fact that I only reached home at seven in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;Seems like the caffine didn't help much.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOW, I still have a huge pile of Geography workbook to complete and my Maths to revise. &lt;br /&gt;But look at what I'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I so uber pissed. I was on the bus and these two primary school ahlians board the bus. So they sat down on the seats in front of me. Then one of the girls started whispering to the other and they occasionally turned back to look at me.&lt;br /&gt;Even an idiot can tell they were talking about me right?&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;strong&gt;this girl&lt;/strong&gt;, she turned and &lt;strong&gt;STARED&lt;/strong&gt; at my nametag.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I nearly burst. &lt;br /&gt;I was glaring hard at her with &lt;em&gt;wide, gaping eyes&lt;/em&gt;, hoping that she'd realise that she has offended me. &lt;br /&gt;But she &lt;em&gt;did not&lt;/em&gt;, and turned back to her friend and started laughing instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXCLAIMATION MARK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How rude can they get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I had a strong urge to wham my textbook on their heads.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't want to dirty my Geography testbook.&lt;br /&gt;They'd better be thankful because I wouldn't be hesitating if I were carrying my Physics textbk\workbk\tys\file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAS FREAKING PISSED AND I STILL AM&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't ever meet them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111459340624272236?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111459340624272236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111459340624272236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-under-tremendous-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111442131952713298</id><published>2005-04-25T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:54:00.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;iShldBeDoingMyWorkNow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahas. I have been taking breaks too frequently, like once every three minutes? That explains why I'm still stucked at my compo after two hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too much of a slacker lahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm going mad. And my sis has already gone mad. Because.. I opened a virus file on the compy. And now the compy's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;(?). &lt;br /&gt;Okay alright the compy's mad too.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.. so now we are waiting for our saviour(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;brother lah&lt;/span&gt;) to return home so that he can reformat the computer. I hope I don't lose &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; my files!! I'm too lazy to create backups though. Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, I'm using my brother's comp. I'd better not mess up his too, or else I will be banned from the compy for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I'm too pro lah so they cannot blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. I needa study later. Perhaps after completing my oh-this-is-all-crap-and-noel-koh-will-burst-reading-it compo of mine, which would take me another three hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohyar. Clarence said that we are soon gonna be in-laws. He claims that his brother knows my sister, and that my sister always calls his brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ERM?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness gracious me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOT ME PLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111442131952713298?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111442131952713298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111442131952713298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/ishldbedoingmyworknow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111408215206897458</id><published>2005-04-21T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:15:52.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No sports day for me.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on my stupid &lt;font color="red"&gt;sore eye&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian diao. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking forward to the sports day. &lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;I badly wanna go mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Okay I went to see the doctor and he prescribed me some eyedrop and ointment stuff. I tell you, it's scary. I'm supposed to apply this yellowish and viscous substance onto the &lt;em&gt;conjunctival sac&lt;/em&gt;. Okay.. the eyeball to put simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;strong&gt;WHAT&lt;/strong&gt;??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were jittery and I couldn't keep my grip in control. So I gave up after a little while and applied it on my eyelid instead. &lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It's still the eye after all lar. At least some of the ointment got into my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. I still have loads of homework to do. There's Chinese test tmr. &lt;br /&gt;How to study with.. &lt;em&gt;one eye&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my fishball eye!&lt;br /&gt;It's irritating!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111408215206897458?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111408215206897458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111408215206897458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-sports-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111373426551222413</id><published>2005-04-17T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T18:37:45.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's almost Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;School's so stressful. I hate studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways there's a Chemmy Practical test coming up soon. Next Tuesday will be the last practice before the test. I bet I'm gonna get kicked out again. Up till now I'm still not sure about what to do lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have been idling my weekend away. &lt;br /&gt;I did not do my homework, and neither did I study.&lt;br /&gt;Simply to put, I wasted my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what's wrong with me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's bugging me. It's my dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;I had a strange, long dream.&lt;br /&gt;It's about my father's side relatives.&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;All those past misunderstandings were resolved and we were living together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up lah.&lt;br /&gt;It was a happy dream.&lt;br /&gt;That was what I have been yearning for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few days ago, I had another peculiar dream.&lt;br /&gt;It's about &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Everything felt so real.&lt;br /&gt;In that dream, he actually seemed to know me.&lt;br /&gt;And he spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was frigging happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dreams are forever just dreams.&lt;br /&gt;For lucky people, their dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;But for ill-fated people, dreams remain dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And reality never seem to change for the better for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. I'm changing the layout of my graphic site soon, I hope. The present one isn't looking all that great at all. &lt;br /&gt;So yup, when I have time I will work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for this blog, &lt;br /&gt;I think the lay's gonna stay put for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;Wait till I have all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111373426551222413?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111373426551222413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111373426551222413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-almost-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111355923363982447</id><published>2005-04-15T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T18:00:33.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photobuc's down for maintainence; &lt;br /&gt;FYI, I'm currently using &lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;ripway&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So don't panic if you see red crosses all over the page.&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry, there's nothing wrong with your compy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's something wrong with the tagb too. That stupid tagb is always giving me headaches. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the wkend's coming. &lt;br /&gt;Ahahahas. I'm so happy. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE WKENDS.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really have much homework to do. But there's Chemistry test on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every wk we have Chemistry tests.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I passed my last Chemistry test. I could have done better if not for my careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;This is so maddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Amaths driving me nuts soon.&lt;br /&gt;We are differentiating &lt;strong&gt;LOGARITHMS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly tore and ate up the textbk just now.&lt;br /&gt;So the probability of me passing my Amaths is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;zer0&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pinning my hopes on my humanities, specifically History+SS.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of the teacher lah duh..&lt;br /&gt;I think I should be able to pass at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay I'm off. I think dad needs me to buy batteries for him.&lt;br /&gt;Buhbyeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111355923363982447?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111355923363982447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111355923363982447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/photobucs-down-for-maintainence-fyi-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111339016482364847</id><published>2005-04-13T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T19:02:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came out from a nice, cooling bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;ImSoTired&lt;/I&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my 2.4 run just now.&lt;br /&gt;As expected, it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling all that well. I could throw up anytime. Somemore I was having stitches. &lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;The pain nearly killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I didn't eat much before the run?&lt;br /&gt;What the.. ^#!@*&amp;^@!$%^!&lt;br /&gt;-curses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah. So it wasn't my fault that I nearly failed.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to apologise to Jayne. Cos she was running with me. Then she had to stop every now and then because of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I'M SO SORRY JAYNE!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so nice mans.&lt;br /&gt;I love her to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the run it was raining very heavily. So I asked my dad to pick me up. I told him I'd wait for him at the coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I hung up the phone, I realised that he might disinterpret my msg. &lt;br /&gt;And boy, was I right.&lt;br /&gt;Poor him was waiting at the restaurant in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dad!&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for picking my friends up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe many peeps apology sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many wrongdoings in the past. And I slipped away without apologising. &lt;br /&gt;I'm guilt-ridden. I doubt this feeling will ever go away. &lt;br /&gt;How I wish that I can clear all these debts.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not brave enough to say even a thankyou, much less to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I used to suffer from autism, but my parents never realised that.&lt;br /&gt;I still am a bit psychologically-unstable. But I'm opening up more to the world, and more optimistic now.&lt;br /&gt;And of cos, I'm talking more.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;I need time lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'd better quit being so solemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's English Compre test tmr. &lt;br /&gt;Boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah I shall stop ranting.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner's waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, I know you hate me lah.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm impervious to it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I won't make known to you that I know you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111339016482364847?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111339016482364847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111339016482364847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-came-out-from-nice-cooling-bath.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111321649895656014</id><published>2005-04-11T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:48:18.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh..! There's Chemmy Practical tmr! And I'm &lt;strong&gt;stressed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what salt we are going to identify. Hope that I can rmb my stuff. My notes are all in the file. And my file is with Elim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. How great can things get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Wednesday there's Geography test. Hope I don't flunk it like the last time. There's 60 over pages to study sia. That's so very boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay. Today Gek Ting hurt herself during PE. Scared the wits out of everyone. Okay. At least for me. She was bleeding like mad. &lt;br /&gt;And I get wobbly and all at the sight of blood in case you do not know. &lt;br /&gt;So I was like ohmygosh please stop bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked rather serious. Hope that she's fine now. Get well soon and please stop injuring yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andohyar. Kelvin Tan seemed so worried for her and stuff until his wrinkles are all revealing themselves. LOLS. &lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;*winks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, today Noel gave us some kind of a pep talk. I think we needed that lah. After losing the debate, everyone was like blaming him for that when he was trying his best to help us. It's very ungrateful of us and I really feel sorry for him. We really do owe him an apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah. I should be doing the flag thingy but I'm too lazy. We are doing the Russian flag. Hmms. I don't feel like doing 'cos I hate painting and I super lousy at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bathe. Then I shall go to bed and try to forget about drawing that stupid flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;Have a lil' faith in me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111321649895656014?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111321649895656014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111321649895656014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111295420032574887</id><published>2005-04-08T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T17:56:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"; color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-ROARS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue is drowning meeee. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UGH.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to bed now.. but I can't cos I have not bathed yet.&lt;br /&gt;Like what the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got home earlier than usual today. Cos there's no choir. &lt;br /&gt;YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;But I feel that I will miss choir practices. I will miss all my dear friends there. Beverly, Hammie etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehs. All good things will ultimately come to an end. We just have to learn to let go, and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back. Anyways, choir got a silver for SYF. I know I'm slow alright. But well, I just wanna say it, &lt;strong&gt;cos I'm proud of us&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; sing.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. This week has been an uber busy one for me. Everyday I reach home after six. I have got totally no life &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All my time has been dedicated to studying for my many tests and doing my stupid homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there are like four tests next week??!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yups so yesterday was the NAPFA test. My target was just to pass. I'm tired lah.. and I no longer have energy or any living brain cells to think about all these. And yar.. I passed every item at least. All border-line though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. But I still passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I skipped the HPB check-up. I bet that person's gonna call soon. But I shall tell her that I mistook the time. HEHS. It's bad to lie. But I don't care a single bit lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I have a lot of homework this wkend. Like an average of two for each subject?&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired oredi lah!&lt;br /&gt;And there's History test on Monday. Close-bked test leh! &lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's a good thing. At least I will study for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma good girl.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;strong&gt;What contradiction&lt;/strong&gt;, you may say.&lt;br /&gt;Good girls don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very, very busy. I have loads to buy, loads to do, AND I NEED SLEEP BADLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;br /&gt;YesMumIshallGoToBatheNow. &lt;br /&gt;someone's nagging non-stop sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111295420032574887?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111295420032574887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111295420032574887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/roars-fatigue-is-drowning-meeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111250724380275301</id><published>2005-04-03T13:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:47:23.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ham has been weird of late. He has not been eating much. Hope that he's not sick or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. There are many tests next week. Physics, Chemistry, PFT. Ugh. I'm dreading the NATFA test okay. I'm sure to fail my braodjump and shuttle run. And I hate to fail, 'cos you have to retake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my idealogy lah. I hate doing the same thing more than once and having to follow rountines. But of cos, I still have to eat and sleep and stuff. But that's not what I'm saying. These are obviously inevitable.. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't get it but it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So there's Chemmy practical next week again. And soon we gonna have a practical test. Like what the..? I just got into the practical and weeks later I'm going to get kicked out again. The feeling's not nice at all. Just thinking about it makes me realise how unfair life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. So Friday was Parents' Day. As predicted, I was amongst the bottommost of the level and class. I admit not having put in enough effort for term 1 lah. And I've already told my mum that I'd do badly.. so it wasn't much of a shock for her. I'm kinda determined to work harder now. Okay. Work hard, without the -er. Cheryl must do well this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. Enough of my horrifying results. Tmr's the competition. Yar.. &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's reality. Whether or not those tears and sweat for the past months will come to nothingness, or whether those efforts will lead to naught, really, really depends on us. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;. Everyone single one of us in the choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate has brought all of us tgt. I don't care whether you joined the choir just for the CCA points, or plainly to escape from your previous CCAs. I don't care whether you joined 'cos no other CCAs took you in. I don't care whether you came just 'cos your friend is joining too. Since you are in the choir now, you are part of the family. You have no choice but to go thru' this with everyone else with &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; your heart, and nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more excuses, no more complaints, no more tantrums please. We do not want any dissapointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our voices shall explain everything when they blend and harmonise as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;OKAY. DONT FORGET TO BRING YOUR SHOES AND COSTUMES AND MAKE-UP TMR!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111250724380275301?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111250724380275301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111250724380275301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/ham-has-been-weird-of-late_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111250723691277243</id><published>2005-04-03T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:47:16.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ham has been weird of late. He has not been eating much. Hope that he's not sick or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. There are many tests next week. Physics, Chemistry, PFT. Ugh. I'm dreading the NATFA test okay. I'm sure to fail my braodjump and shuttle run. And I hate to fail, 'cos you have to retake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my idealogy lah. I hate doing the same thing more than once and having to follow rountines. But of cos, I still have to eat and sleep and stuff. But that's not what I'm saying. These are obviously inevitable.. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't get it but it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So there's Chemmy practical next week again. And soon we gonna have a practical test. Like what the..? I just got into the practical and weeks later I'm going to get kicked out again. The feeling's not nice at all. Just thinking about it makes me realise how unfair life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. So Friday was Parents' Day. As predicted, I was amongst the bottommost of the level and class. I admit not having put in enough effort for term 1 lah. And I've already told my mum that I'd do badly.. so it wasn't much of a shock for her. I'm kinda determined to work harder now. Okay. Work hard, without the -er. Cheryl must do well this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. Enough of my horrifying results. Tmr's the competition. Yar.. &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's reality. Whether or not those tears and sweat for the past months will come to nothingness, or whether those efforts will lead to naught, really, really depends on us. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;. Everyone single one of us in the choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate has brought all of us tgt. I don't care whether you joined the choir just for the CCA points, or plainly to escape from your previous CCAs. I don't care whether you joined 'cos no other CCAs took you in. I don't care whether you came just 'cos your friend is joining too. Since you are in the choir now, you are part of the family. You have no choice but to go thru' this with everyone else with &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; your heart, and nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more excuses, no more complaints, no more tantrums please. We do not want any dissapointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our voices shall explain everything when they blend and harmonise as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;OKAY. RMB TO BRING YOUR SHOES AND COSTUMES AND MAKE-UP TMR!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111250723691277243?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111250723691277243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111250723691277243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/ham-has-been-weird-of-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111223661872354358</id><published>2005-03-31T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T10:36:58.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 10.10am, and I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sch for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick yesterday. My mum came to sch. I was so sorry that she had to cancel her hairdressing appt. And my father came to fetch us back home, abandoning his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was feeling so hot all over. I thought I was having a fever. Even my friends and the teachers thought so. But it turned out that when I went to the doc, she said that I wasn't having a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahs. But I was aching all over and having a brain-wrecking headache lah. Then she gave me a two-day MC. So here I am, trapped at home with my Ah-doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Actually Zhonghua's teachers are quite caring. Even the non-teaching staff. I waited at the G.O. for more than one hour before my mum reached the sch. Then those staff kept asking whether I'm fine, and whether I want to call my mum etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then once every 10 minutes or so, there will be one teacher coming to ask me what happen and blah.. Hahahs. Ms Lie was so nice. She gave me a piece of bread after knowing that I didn't take my recess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chooweibin came too. Hehehs. Okay lah, seriously speaking, he's quite a caring teacher, except that maybe teaching-wise and in terms of handling students, he is not that experienced. But overall, he's fine actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Ahma loves him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while, Ms Tan Seow Lan came. She still rmbs my name! I thought she has forgotten all about me. I was trying to do my Chemistry homework when she came. Then she asked me to rest and stuff, and told me not to study. Hahahs. When I told her that my Chemistry teacher is Elim, she was like rather convinced that I should be doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I waited and waited.. after one hour there was still no sign of mum. By then, Ms Loo, Mr Thana and Mr Lim had already spoken to me. Hehs. Then those staff were asking me whether I needa go to the sick bay, 'cos I was fidgeting around. Hahas. No way was I going to the sick bay okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after one and a half hour, my mum came. Daddy brought us to the clinic. I was practically half-dead by then. Those aches are killing me! Then I still had to wait for two hours more you know. So many patients there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to bed after reaching home. I was so drowsy that I wasn't awaken by the heavy rain and lightning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was very touched lah. Someone braved the rain and lost her way just to bring my Emaths TB to me. OMG. And that person is Xueshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehs. Thanks a lot Xueshi! Hope you don't catch a cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. I think the medicine the doc prescribed is rather strong in dosage. 'Cos I felt fine after taking it once last night. I was still thinking of going to sch today. But no one woke me up! Hrmph. Nvm lah. I haven't done my homework yet actually. So it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my wish came true lah. I was hoping that I will fall sick. And the next day I nearly died. Hahs. But it's not a very good thing too. 'Cos I would have miss out a lot and there will be tonnes of homework waiting for me when I return!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay. I should be doing my compo now. And there's Chinese test tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar.. the MOE's going back to the three-month JC trial thingy. Ugh. There goes my three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111223661872354358?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111223661872354358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111223661872354358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111209045220496318</id><published>2005-03-29T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T18:00:52.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woots`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO SSP TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have our Physics test after sch. But our &lt;em&gt;beloved &lt;/em&gt;Chooweibin was absent from sch. Hehehs. So we got away with it. Then no one told Elim about it.. so we skipped our practical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad thing is, while my friends and I were walking back from the library after sch, we met Elim. Dots. So she knew about all that lahs. And I think she was pretty pissed. I bet we are going to &lt;u&gt;suffer&lt;/u&gt; tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;Let me fall sick tmr pls. There's &lt;strong&gt;double&lt;/strong&gt; Chemistry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. As predicted, the choir was bad today. We went sharp, and out of rhythm and so on. I think everyone felt disgusted lah. We &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; disappointing. The other CCAs are already improving tremendously.. but where are we? Still at the foot of the mountain, unable to ascend. It's pretty much saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yar.. I tell you, those 4T1 boys are &lt;strong&gt;plain&lt;/strong&gt; rude. The moment we started opening our mouths to sing, they were already laughing non-stop. I was &lt;strong&gt;utterly&lt;/strong&gt; disgusted. I'm at loss for words okay. What are all these? Where are your manners? Where have all these years of education gone to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horrendous&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmph. I have not been having enough sleep. Not b'cos I'm caught up with my work or what lah.. actually I was slacking. Hehehs. And I have spending more than usual time on the internet. Mum's gonna ban me from the compy for ten yrs when she sees my PPR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah.. nothing really interesting happened except that I kinda malu myself during Geography lessons today. All I can say is, teachers sure do like to pick on me lah. When I say that, it means teachers always like to ask me qns that I do not know the answer to. Hehehs. I think most of the time they know I have no clues at all to what they are asking, but well, they just enjoy calling me up. And this is freaking irritating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, that's my life. So sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay I'd better remove myself from the computer chair. I still have a compostition to do!! Yar.. Noel's so nice to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111209045220496318?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111209045220496318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111209045220496318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/woots-no-ssp-today-muahahahas.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111176501938483612</id><published>2005-03-25T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:43:00.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahahahs. Apparently, Cheryl's bored to tears.. so she shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms okay. We went to Toa Payoh today cos brother wants to get a pair of specs. I had nothing to do over there mans. Walked around the place with my sisters. We were trying desperately to find an exercising wheel for Bi Bi. His present one is sooooooo noisy. What's more is that my Bi Bi only exercises at night, which means everyone can't sleep. My parents are so fed-up with him that they moved him to the kitchen. Poor Bi. Hehehs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells, in the end, our desperate search for a new wheel failed. I think I will have to make a trip down to Serangoon one day. There are more choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enuff about my hams. Next Tuesday's the choir's performance in school. We are sure to embarrass ourselves. Trust me. I have a real bad feeling about this. I'm not trying to be a wet blanket lah.. I just think that not everyone in the choir is putting in an effort for the up-coming competition which is only like a week or so away? We are a choir, not soloists. Everyone has got a part to play.. no one's unimportant. But well, many just do not understand.. And we can't do anything about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. It's sad you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about it anymore. Worrying doesn't help a least bit, it only makes you age faster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.. Surely no one will want that to happen to him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. I have not done my Social Studies revision yet. What have I been doing the whole of today?!! Ahhhh!! It's oredi eleven thirty and I doubt I can summon my energy to even open up that book! There goes my studying plan. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyoh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, I don't even know what to study for. No one told us, or rather, no one told me. Like how am I supposed to predict what questions are coming out? Ooh.. I got to ask around. And I &lt;s&gt;shall&lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; do that only tmr cos I don't think any soul will still be up at this time. Eleven's considered very late for a pig like me okay. Yar.. a skinny pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay.. that's all. I think I'm going to bed soon. But before that, let me show you a picture of my dear, dear Ham Ham. Hehehs. Haven't got the time to take a good picture of Bi Bi yet.. shall do that some time later. Gdbye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v476/frozen-pink/hammham.gif" height="150"; width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;Heys! My name's Ham Ham. Go on, tell me I'm handsome.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111176501938483612?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111176501938483612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111176501938483612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/ahahahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111167662570613934</id><published>2005-03-24T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:05:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No school tmr. Hehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have got tonnes to do.. it's always like that. Why can't teachers sympathise with us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. So Parent's Day is next Friday. Coincidentally, it falls on April's Fool. Hopefully my teachers don't pull any jokes on me. I doubt they will though. They are not crazy like me, except maybe for some. I just hope that we don't get chooweibin. Hahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, but I think the comments given by the other teachers will still be the same, and that is, "&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl has to work harder&lt;/strong&gt;.". Okay. I know it's high time I get serious, in fact, I should already have done so months ago. But I don't know why.. I just do not have the determination. Ugh. I have to unlazify myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to spur me on.. I got to start making an effort to do my own revision. Teachers are piling us with stress.. I can feel the pressure. Then why am I still idling my days away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must start by studying for my tests next week. Social Studies and Physics. I must, I must, I must. I got to do well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have been thinking whether to choose a JC or Polytechnic. They have the GP in JC, and as you know, my English practically &lt;em&gt;sucks&lt;/em&gt; okay. How can I ever do well? Moreover, you have to be good at your sciences and stuff.. and I am a failure at these too. Bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how am I to survive?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"; size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROARS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111167662570613934?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111167662570613934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111167662570613934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-school-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111157216387500189</id><published>2005-03-23T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T18:09:36.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No SSP today! Muahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can go home for lunch. Miss my mum's cooking mans. Hehehs. I love my cosy home and my happy family! And not forgetting my endearing Ham Ham and Bi Bi. Weehsss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. So Kelvin Tan's off for reservist and there's this relieve teacher  replacing him for two weeks. Ugh. He's rather.. boring. I'm just being frank yar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yar.. Talking about him, he's got work for us. Sian. Shall do it when I'm in the mood. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have been practising my music these few weeks. Seems like my interest for music has regenerated. Hope that I don't give up halfway like the previous time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music rocks my socksss!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay I'm bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pissed lah. I dislike you! Ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111157216387500189?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111157216387500189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111157216387500189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-ssp-today-muahahahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111148914507686256</id><published>2005-03-22T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T18:59:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm beat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an uber long day.. and I'm tired. I slept at around midnight yesterday, with piles of homework undone and my half-learnt Chinese test. Ugh. It's only the second day of school and I'm so shag. Tell me how I'm gonna survive the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay. So I can go in for my Chemmy practical now. Fwalalas. I actually passed Elim's test. No one failed archally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad news is, she keeps staring at mey! Then all those false examples she pointed out seemed to be about me. Okay at least I wasn't the one who used limewater to test for oxygen. I nearly did that though. I'm quite lucky lah.. cos she didn't catch me trying to test for chlorine with potassium dichromate. Muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's gonna be living hell for me if I continue to be so muddle-headed, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;BECAUSE ELIM'S ON THE LOOKOUT FOR ME&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! She's got those laser-sharp eyes which can see tweeny-weeny mistakes a thousand miles away kay. Just now she was like staring at the murky yellowish-brown solution in my test tube, when it was supposed to be purple in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. I kinda hate PE. Tennis is not my cup of tea lah. The coach seemed to be in the worst of his mood today and he was yelling at people to follow through with the racket. He caught me twice sia. So suay. Then everything after playing half an hour of tennis, my left hand will be trembling non-stop. Hahas. I wonder what's wrong. I was like vibrating all the way through the Chemistry practical, and I spilled acid and alkalis all over my worksheet. Hehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar. Mr Gavin Lee's great. He gave me half a mark for me to pass my Geography test. Hahas. He seemed to be rather reluctance to do so.. but he did in the end. Yeah! He's a cool teacher :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of my rantings.. actually I have got loads to do. Better get going now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;those days; they're all gone now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111148914507686256?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111148914507686256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111148914507686256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111120529202537254</id><published>2005-03-19T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T12:08:12.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been feeling uber stressed these few days.. and I can't help being bitchy and unreasonable. Have been experiencing serious mood swings nowadays. So just bear with me for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye. I have not finished my homework. The Amaths and Emaths papers are driving me crazy. I left almost two-third of them blank. I'm beginning to wonder whether I can even pass my 'O's, when I can't even tackle 50% of the qns. That partly account for why I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reasons, I'm not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, yesterday my sister's boyfriend bought another hamster for me. It's a Robrovskii too. It's around two or three weeks old according to him. It's so tiny and kewl of cos. At first I was thinking Ham Ham will be ecstatic to have a new friend. Little did I expect the new hamster to bite him. Ugh. Ham Ham's hind leg was bleeding like mad. Poor Ham Ham.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called Gek Ting immediately. Then she was like asking, "Is his leg dropping off?". I nearly fainted okaye. Yar.. then she gave me some advice and stuff. My sister had to buy another cage to separate the two lil' creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Hope that Ham Ham will be fine soon. I think he's oredi recovering since he can still be scampering about. Yeah.. and the new hamster's name is Bi Bi, short of Baby. Muahahahas. I like to give my pets disgusting names please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out laterr. Hope that I can finish up my homework lah. Hehehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111120529202537254?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111120529202537254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111120529202537254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-have-been-feeling-uber-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111111671957600211</id><published>2005-03-18T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:31:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;font size="2"; color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pissed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; wasted my precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; spoilt my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111111671957600211?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111111671957600211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111111671957600211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-pissed_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111111671723643055</id><published>2005-03-18T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:31:57.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;font size="2"; color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pissed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; wasted my precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; spoilt my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111111671723643055?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111111671723643055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111111671723643055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-pissed_111111671723643055.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111111667162888666</id><published>2005-03-18T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:31:11.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;font size="2"; color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pissed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; wasted my precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; spoilt my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111111667162888666?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111111667162888666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111111667162888666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111087069644394430</id><published>2005-03-15T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:12:18.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deedeedums..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahhaahas. I woke up at eleven this morning. LOL. Surprising mom didn't nag at me. But you can't blame me what.. cos I was up all night chiong-ing my homework. Okay three-quarter of the time I was fooling about lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was playing the bumblebee song the whole night long.. Made me feel so giddy. HAHAS. But I like. It's nice okaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yars. Had choir yesterday. It was boring as usual and I sang with full force but I just couldn't be heard. So I suffering from muscle aches.. After choir went to Serangoon Central with Alan and Silvia. Alan wants to buy a tortise. So I tagged along since Ham Ham has ran out of sunflower seeds. Alan couldn't find the ones he wanted but ended up buying another type. I pyscho him into doing that you see. Hahs. Then I bought my sunflower seeds and a toy for Ham Ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ham Ham doesn't really like his new toy because he gets giddy after playing with it. LOLs. It's something like a ball and you put your hamster in it.. then when your hamster runs, it will spin and roll about on the floor. I tell you it was so funnaye. Had a good laugh. Ham Ham kept knocking into things. Then when I put him back into his cage, he was like circling about in his cage. Muahahahas. Brain concussion sia. &lt;strong&gt;We are cruel!!&lt;/strong&gt; Fwhahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayes. We are going to celebrate Gek Ting's birthday tmr. Still haven't decide on what to do and where to go yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. Better go do my stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font family="verdana"; color="#ffcccc"&gt;nothing stays;&lt;br /&gt;forever's just a &lt;em&gt;dream&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111087069644394430?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111087069644394430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111087069644394430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/deedeedums.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111071025532706723</id><published>2005-03-13T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:37:35.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm seriously lacking in sleep although it's the holidays oredi. I slept only at one &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Went to the class gathering yesterday. Set off from home to meet Ahma at 9++ to go buy prezzies. Decided to go Bugis. Looked around so long and finally settled on the Mu-ee accessories. The presents are so rubbish okaye. But you got to look at who you are buying the gift for. She's one girl full of crap, and that's none other than gt lah.. We bought a present for Hui Ting also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to walk a while at Bugis Village.. was looking around when Ahma suddenly exclaimed that we were late oredi. Ahahahs. Supposed to meet Ms Lam at Chinatown MRT at 12.30 yar.. and it was like 12 oredi. So we rushed down lah.. luckily they were still waiting for a few peeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ms Lam brought us to Village, something like Marche. Then blahs blahs.. Ms Lam got to go.. so we all continued to stay there for a while and take pictures here and there.. and set off to Marina Bay after one hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all reached there early.. so we decided to go to the arcade. Played CS. Muahahahs. It was so crappy. I was almost always the one getting killed first. After that we went to play the other games. The bishi-bashi game was crazaye. Made my hands hurt like hell. Then we played the football thingy also. I tell you, it was so rubbish. The girls were all screaming like there's no tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7 or 8 we went for the steamboat. Took us so long to find the seats. I paid ten bucks to serve and collect the food. Hahahs. Ahma too. Then gt paid to sleep there. Derek and Wei Cheng are the best.. I think they finished all the crabs and prawns and ice-cream you can find there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the steamboat we went to the arcade again. Then we went home at 10 something. I reached home at 11 something yar.. Mum was waiting for me cos I diden bring my keys. Ahahas. So paiseh to make her wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I bathed and stuff.. practised on the keyboard while waiting for my sister to come home. She came home and I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yar.. I bought 'The Players' CD. It's awesome. Makes me wanna take up music once again. Muahahas. I have decided to go learn the violin or the piano after my 'O's. Just hope that I can afford that. Got to work arhs. My brother has also offered to give me coaching for guitar. Yeahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayes. Actually I just reached home. Went to Bugis again. And it's almost dinnertime. Havent done my homework yets. I've got a huge pile of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's choir tmr. Sighs. I think it's three hours long. Sians. There another practice on Friday too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be real busy this week. Got to chiong my homework. Then Wednesday we are going to celebrate gt's birthdya I think, and Monday and Friday for choir, and hmmms.. we are going to watch Ms Lam perform on Sunday. Which means I have practically no time to rest. Bleahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;screamm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;em&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111071025532706723?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111071025532706723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111071025532706723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-seriously-lacking-in-sleep-although.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111036524389571653</id><published>2005-03-09T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:49:27.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally the last test of the term has ended. &lt;strong&gt;Rejoice&lt;/strong&gt;! Two more days to the one-week break and I can't wait! Hahas. I just hope that the teachers do not want us back for extra lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sighs. Teachers are already piling us up with homework even before the holidays. Stressed mans. I wanna enjoy the break you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my class's organising an outing this Saturday. I think they are going to fly kites or something. Hahas. It'd better be fun. I don't wanna let my precious Saturday go to waste. I'm a busy person yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmms. But I doubt many will turn up lah. E4's never united. Always in bits and pieces. Why can't we just treasure this remaining seven or eight months? Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sighing all day long these few days. I'm very pressurised mans. I actually went in to Chemistry practical yesterday.. but I didn't understand the lesson at all. And I have yet to analyse it myself because I was too busy studying for my Geography test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, I'm gonna flunk the test. I didn't even have a second to think or plan my answers. Everyone was extremely pressed for time. I'm going to fail, fail, fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. I'm supposed to be doing my homework now 'cos I've got like a truck-full of them.. &lt;strong&gt;Noel gave us a composition to write even though he wasn't here today.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sure do love us yar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayes I've better be going. Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111036524389571653?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111036524389571653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111036524389571653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/finally-last-test-of-term-has-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111036522004615852</id><published>2005-03-09T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:47:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally the last test of the term has ended. &lt;strong&gt;Rejoice!&lt;/strong&gt; Two more days to the one-week break and I can't wait! Hahas. I just hope that the teachers do not want us back for extra lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sighs. Teachers are already piling us up with homework even before the holidays. Stressed mans. I wanna enjoy the break you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my class's organising an outing this Saturday. I think they are going to fly kites or something. Hahas. It'd better be fun. I don't wanna let my precious Saturday go to waste. Cheryl's a busy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmms. But I doubt many will turn up lah. E4's never united. Always in bits and pieces. Why can't we just treasure this remaining seven or eight months? Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sighing all day long these few days. I'm very pressurised mans. I actually went in to Chemistry practical yesterday.. but I didn't understand the lesson at all. And I have yet to analyse it myself because I was too busy studying for my Geography test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, I'm gonna flunk the test. I didn't even have a second to think or plan my answers. Everyone was extremely pressed for time. I'm going to fail, fail, fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. I'm supposed to be doing my homework now 'cos I've got like a truck-full of them.. &lt;strong&gt;Noel gave us a composition to write even though he wasn't here today.&lt;/strong&gt; He loves us yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayes I've better be going. Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111036522004615852?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111036522004615852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111036522004615852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/finally-last-test-of-term-has-ended_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-111008995358358558</id><published>2005-03-06T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T14:19:13.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well, just came back from Gran's house. Yar.. my dad's mum. My cussie's getting married today. So we went there early in the morning. We were late but just in time for the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all felt so left out. Because we were never close to my dad's side relative in the first place. There seemed to be some kinda misunderstanding within my mum and my aunties. So it was rather awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be going to the dinner tonight.. so there goes my plan of revising for my Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about that, I don't think I can do well. Just cannot seem to have the least bit of confidence in myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling my mum that I don't wanna go JC just now. She went like "HUH? HOW COME??!" and blah blah blah. Ugh. I told her I was sick of studying Sciences and Maths. She seemed very pek chek after I told her that. Sighs. I do wanna pursue my interest in Arts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week to holidays. That's the only thing I'm looking forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. I'm pissed okaye. Let me tell you this. I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; know a lot of things. I'm not blind. I will be really grateful if you stop bugging me. Quit trying lah please. Nothing will change no matter how hard you try. You can think that I'm selfish, stubborn, whatever. That's not my problem. Nothing concerns me. I don't wanna have &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; to do with you. Do you understand? Stop visiting my blog. Stop trying to add me in friendster. Nothing will work. Everything's over and that's that. &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get it?&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-111008995358358558?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111008995358358558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/111008995358358558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-well-just-came-back-from-grans.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110999627025955813</id><published>2005-03-05T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T12:17:50.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET OFF ME. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLEASE?!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110999627025955813?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110999627025955813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110999627025955813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/get-off-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110984532344855645</id><published>2005-03-03T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:27:48.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ought to be studying for my Amaths test tmr.. But well, it's on Differentiation. And Differentiation is boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this topic mans. Chain rule, Product rule, Quotient rule.. these are driving me nuts. What's more is that there are &lt;u&gt;applications of differentiation&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;further&lt;/b&gt; applications of differentiation&lt;/u&gt;. There had better not be another chptr on &lt;b&gt;furthest&lt;/b&gt; applications on differentiation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are supposed to solve trigonometry problems with differentiation somemore. TRIGONOMETRY LEH. My most &lt;b&gt;dreaded&lt;/b&gt; subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to flunk Amaths I tell you. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye enough of Amaths. Let's talk about school. School's tiring today. Had two tests. I have a gut feeling I'm going to flunk my English paper. Muahahahas. And Chinese as well. Teachers are giving us stress and stuff. And yar, &lt;b&gt;Elim&lt;/b&gt;'s the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kena scolded by her yesterday. It was not exactly a scolding but sort of lah. I answered her question wrongly. She said I'm supposed to know that and all.. and that her 4E6 can do it so can we. She's indirectly saying I'm stupid yar. But well.. I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; unintelligent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to ace her Chemistry paper on Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world will I be able to do that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Got to mug this weekend. Sians. Asked my sister to go through the chptr with me on Saturday.. hopefully her boyfriend drops by and he can teach me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar.. today.. during SS lesson, I was like so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to act as if nothing happened sia.. but the others didn't play along. They were all too busy laughing and giggling away and that made Kelvin Tan go like "What?". Oh wells oh wells, he can't be blamed. I doubt he realised that he said something wrong. Ughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye there's choir tmr. And there's basketball match tmr too. I wanna go badly you know. But all because of choir. It's always like that. All because of choir, you cannot do this, cannot do that. I'm sick and tired of this lah. And we still have to face that pineapple for 2 whole hours. It's torturous mans. Hope that this will all end soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. My Ham Ham's beginning to get familiar with us. At least that's what I think lah.. HAHA. He's so cute. And I'm not tired of him yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFCCCC"&gt;I tried waking up from my reverie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried; but I &lt;i&gt;failed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;#&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;erased.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110984532344855645?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110984532344855645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110984532344855645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-ought-to-be-studying-for-my-amaths.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110967492324488006</id><published>2005-03-01T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:04:15.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Elim's serious about not letting us in for the practical. The eleven of us were kept out of the Chemistry lab to study for the test on Monday. If we do not get 70% and above, bye bye to Chemistry practicals again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's like impossible for me to get above 70%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.. just got to swallow all my Chemistry books lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday was full of anxiety. Got back my 'O's result for Chinese. And I don't hafta drop my Higher Chinese lahs. HAHA. I'm glad. Actually I think my oral really helped me pull up my grades, or I would have gotten a B3. But I'm worried that I will not be able to do well for my Higher Chinese cos there's no oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Got to pray hard again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? All the HCL peeps from my class nearly died from heart attack while waiting for the results. Like our dear Gek Ting, whose hand was trembling so fiercely when she was signing. Muahahahas. Wonder how it will be like next year, when we will be getting back our results for all eight subjects. I think I would have died of anxiety one week beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking the results, we had our choir audition. I tell you, I was so, so, soooooo nervous that I was trembling on all my notes and breathing irregularly, until that pineapple said, "You must breathe you know?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was pausing every now and then when I sang the wrong notes. I think he was sick and tired of me lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just hope I pass the audition lah. This is my last year yar.. don't want to be kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many tests this week and the next. But well, just a week or so to the one-week break. But that's no big deal cos my precious three days are oredi dedicated to choir. Why can't they give us a break, like Elim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah.. I don't know what to say lah. Just hope that this year will go smoothly for me and my fellow friends. Hope everyone does well for the big 'O', and get into whatever instituition they want to go to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;#&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110967492324488006?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110967492324488006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110967492324488006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-elims-serious-about-not-letting-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110948356659847071</id><published>2005-02-27T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:52:46.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel like doing anything. But I've got tonnes of homework left undone and tests to study for. And it's Sunday oredi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's the release of the 'O's results. I have a feeling that I will have to drop Higher Chinese. Kinda worried arh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wells, there SYF audition tmr. I've not been practising. Just hope that I lose my voice lah.. so I don't hafta be auditioned. Actually it doesn't matter if I pass or not. I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; keen on joining SYF anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed lahs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110948356659847071?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110948356659847071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110948356659847071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-dont-feel-like-doing-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110924146165828306</id><published>2005-02-24T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T18:37:41.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So there's some problems with my tagb. I spent a precious half and hour trying to figure out what was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I had a nightmare last night. I dreamt that Ham Ham grew to twenty times his size. You know what? Roborovskii aren't supposed to grow that much. Scared the wits out of me. I have a phobic of huge hamsters. They are scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye so I failed me History test. It's like the first time I have ever failed this subject. I'm very disappointed lah. But there's nothing I can do except to work harder next time. Open book tests just don't work for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Dad picked me up from school. Weehs. Waited very long for him though, and I could have gotten home earlier by myself. But wells, you can say it's a good thing, cos I saw &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;. Or rather, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister bought a Cinamoroll calendar for me. HAHAS. Thankies sis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister. She cleaned the hamster cage for me just now. LOL. It was supposed to be my job cos it's my pet. But she was really nice. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. But I'm often nasty to her. I just can't help it, especially when I'm frustrated and all. I'm mean towards my lil' sis too. Poor her. Always get scolded by me for almost nothing. Hahas. As can be seen, I'm not a good sister lahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of my bad temper, my family never fail to put up with me. Instead, they are all there to support me and spur me on. It really made me feel very guilty. That's why I'm now trying to be a filial child and an understanding sister. I hope I can achieve all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayes. I know I'm getting serious. Anyways I got to do my shopping soon. There's loads of things I have to buy. I'm intending to buy a big sketchbook where I can express all my thoughts in it and well, to draw on when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yarhhs. And I gotta shop for my dear Ham Ham too. I'm gonna buy some toys for him. I think he's getting pretty bored with his toys. Muaahahas. Shall buy some vitamins for him too. I want Ham Ham to be strong and healthy okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladeedums. I think I'd better get going. I still have History and Chemistry to do and there's Chinese spelling tmr. Haven't learn yet arh..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;the reason is &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110924146165828306?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110924146165828306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110924146165828306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-theres-some-problems-with-my-tagb.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110906917168865035</id><published>2005-02-22T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T18:46:11.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;Little Guy's name is changed to &lt;strong&gt;Ham Ham&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahas//*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so kewl. But I think it doesn't like us, or at least, he doesn't like me. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham Ham's beginning to like his little house. He's favourite toy now is the exercising wheel. Well, glad that he is doing some exercises. He eats too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Ham Ham likes to eat apples. HAHA. I fed him just now. But when I accidentally dropped the apple, he got a fright and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, so I don't have to go in for anymore Chemistry practical from now on. Elim's serious. There's nothing I can do. I think my sister will call the school but I hope she doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got referred to the doctor by the nurses during the school healthcheck. Not because I'm underweight okaye. But I think there's some kinda problem with my spine or what. Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yarhhs. Miss Lam's back. Glad that she is fine now. She didn't look as though she had chicken pox. But well, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to enjoy English lessons although they can be really boring sometimes. There's Ian and Co. to entertain us. They are lame. Even Noel can be a little funnaye sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I don't think I hate chooweibin that much oredi. He's quite nice actually. At least he is lenient towards us, and he's easy to bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye. I shall go and do something else now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;strong&gt;14&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110906917168865035?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110906917168865035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110906917168865035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/little-guys-name-is-changed-to-ham-ham.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110888588136393207</id><published>2005-02-20T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T15:51:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;B&gt;I'm stressed.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Physics test tmr and I have yet to study for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeahs, I did badly for Elim's QA test. So I'm not allowed to go in for practical ever again as promised. I wonder what she will do. She has totally no rights to ban anyone of us from doing our practical, neither does she have the right to &lt;strong&gt;force&lt;/strong&gt; us to drop Chemistry. Let's see what she will do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really pissed and vexed up on Friday, after receiving my QA results. I was afraid of dissapointing my mum. My sister said that she will confront Elim if she doesn't allow me to do my practical. She was hopping mad about the incident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cheer me up, she bought a hamster for me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye, she didn't buy the hamster. Her boyfriend bought it for me. She paid for the cage and food and toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cute I tell you. It's a Robovoski(or however you spell that), the tiniest hamster on earth. My sister named it Little Guy. It's a 'he' by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy tried to bite me just now 'cos I woke it up from his sleep. I was bored lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's still scared of us. Well, he needs time to settle down. Hope he doesn't take too long.. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. I love my family lah. Little Guy is part of the family too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110888588136393207?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110888588136393207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110888588136393207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110863275613279136</id><published>2005-02-17T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T17:32:36.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladeedums` I'm back from school. Today's a rather relaxing schoolday 'cos we missed two periods of Chemistry and one of chooweibin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double SS nearly killed me. It was &lt;B&gt;plain boring&lt;/B&gt; okaye. I mean the teacher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had PE after two periods of Chemistry. We played basketball. Our team was like playing &lt;I&gt;netball&lt;/I&gt;, according to Miss Talib? LOL. It was too friendly a match. But nonetheless, we had fun screaming and attempting to murder each other with that ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye. The screaming part only applies to the Dowager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Tmr's Friday. Time pass rather fast this week 'cos we missed quite a number of lessons. Soon everything will be back to normal when Elim and Elam come back. Homework again lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian-ed.. there's choir tmr. I dislike choir pratices. Or rather, I dislike the choir instructor. He's such a pineapple okaye. Don't ask me what that means 'cos I don't know it myself too. Just know I;m badmouthing him. Maybe because he seems like a gay to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you do not know, I'm anti-gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I &lt;B&gt;dislike&lt;/B&gt; gays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups &lt;I&gt;All&lt;/i&gt; gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for Clar Clar/ Tiffany/ Sherlynn/ whatever. I'm immuned to &lt;S&gt;him&lt;/S&gt;her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110863275613279136?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110863275613279136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110863275613279136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/ladeedums-im-back-from-school_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110863265320824264</id><published>2005-02-17T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T17:30:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladeedums` I'm back from school. Today's a rather relaxing schoolday 'cos we missed two periods of Chemistry and one of chooweibin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double SS nearly killed me. It was &lt;B&gt;plain boring&lt;/B&gt; okaye. I mean the teacher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had PE after two periods of Chemistry. We played basketball. Our team was like playing &lt;I&gt;netball&lt;/I&gt;, according to Miss Talib? LOL. It was too friendly a match. But nonetheless, we had fun screaming and attempting to murder each other with that ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye. The screaming part only applies to the Dowager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Tmr's Friday. Time pass rather fast this week 'cos we missed quite a number of lessons. Soon everything will be back to normal when Elim and Elam come back. Homework again lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian-ed.. there's choir tmr. I dislike choir pratices. Or rather, I dislike the choir instructor. He's such a pineapple okaye. Don't ask me what that means 'cos I don't know it myself too. Just know it's something bad, like gay-ish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you do not know, I'm anti-gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I &lt;B&gt;dislike&lt;/B&gt; gays. All gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for Clar Clar/ Tiffany/ Sherlynn/ whatever. I'm immuned to &lt;S&gt;him&lt;/S&gt;her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110863265320824264?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110863265320824264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110863265320824264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/ladeedums-im-back-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110854494707432940</id><published>2005-02-16T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T17:18:48.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poor Elim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's absent from school today. And she won't be around for the next two days. We didn't know until chooweibin told us that she got burnt quite seriously from an experiment. She's such a poor thing arh.. She just injured her right foot one month ago and now she's got her right hand hurt. Hope she gets well soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, to Miss Lam too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for my teachers yar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway chooweibin is eyeing on our free periods for the next two days.. Perhaps that explains why the rest of the teachers did not know about Elim's injury. Stupid him lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep.. but I have things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.. we are going to the Laselle open house this Saturday. I can't wait to see Miss Lim. Miss her truckloads! Wonder if she has changed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Temesak Polytechnic is having an open house too this Thursday. Still not sure whether I want to go or not. Ahma says she want to go because she is afraid that she will not be able to make it to Junior College. &lt;em&gt;As if..&lt;/em&gt; She rubbish lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I'd better be going. Mum's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Quit trying please.&lt;/em&gt; That will only make things worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110854494707432940?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110854494707432940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110854494707432940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/poor-elim.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110846028367427036</id><published>2005-02-15T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T17:42:20.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. so we had our Chemistry QA test today. And I'm going to fail again. This happens all the time so it's nothing surprising, right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always do badly for tests and examinations that I study for? It's &lt;i&gt;beyond understanding&lt;/i&gt;. Maybe I should stop putting in so much effort in mugging. It does not help at all, at least for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Miss Lam's down with chicken pox, just in time for the rooster year. So we had this replacement teacher.. she's rather knowledgeable. I find her teaching method more effective. At least she doesn't take everything from the testbook which is like so dry? But her lessons are lullabies too lah.. Studying never fail to put me to sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my New Year was quite funfilled. Got more red packets than last year. And &lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;, we &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; pay chooweibin a visit on Saturday. His daughter's so kew.. She's got these drooping and watery eyes. And the best thing was she was dressed in &lt;font color="#FFCCCC"&gt;pink&lt;/font&gt;! Muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay, I went around visiting my relatives too. We gambled and gambled and gambled. As usual I lost money, but my luck's better this year lah.. I didn't lose that much. HEHEH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, the festive mood is almost over.. back to &lt;s&gt;school&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;hell&lt;/i&gt;. Tests and homework are piling up on us again. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, I've got back a number or testpapers. I'm amongst the bottom most percentile. So I guess I can't run away from SDL. I can only pray that the teachers will show me mercy.. but obviously they won't, not even in another 486896503419586 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. Shall end here. Ooh yar, I just got a pet hamster. Her name is Hammie aka Ong Hanyu. HAHA. She's a cute little thing, but she just doesn't want to admit that she's my Hammie. Sheesh. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammieeeeeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwhahahhahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110846028367427036?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110846028367427036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110846028367427036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110800512748246711</id><published>2005-02-10T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T11:13:30.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second day of Lunar New Year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of my afternoon and night yesterday at granny's, watching teevee. Obviously it was boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I love my granny, so I don't mind staying longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to aunt's house later. We will only be visiting the other aunt on Saturday because there is &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sian-edd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's chemistry lesson tomorrow you know, and choir as well. What a good way of celebrating CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I'm aniticipating Saturday's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOOWEIBIN'S HOUSE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like so 'kan jiong' to know how many people are going. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he's funnaye in a way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110800512748246711?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110800512748246711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110800512748246711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/second-day-of-lunar-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110786233680212331</id><published>2005-02-08T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T19:32:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*new year's eve//&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to &lt;strong&gt;choo's&lt;/strong&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. we are bringing dozens of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going to declare bankrupt soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to steal the physics testpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110786233680212331?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110786233680212331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110786233680212331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-years-eve-yeah-were-going-to-choos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110778323953939820</id><published>2005-02-07T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:36:33.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright.. so I'm not going out anymore, all thanks to my little sis. She wants to stay home to &lt;em&gt;talk on the phone &lt;/em&gt;so I have to look after her. She's so nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Shall type a proper blog since I have all the time in the world now(like real..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Today, we had our History and Social Studies tests. Both are open-book tests. I tell you, I hate open-book tests! They give me an excuse not to study and know my work. And that's why I'm in for it. I'm going to fail. Yeah. Congrates to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then straight after the test got to rush for choir. So we sang and sang and sang. 'Sunset' is beginning to sound &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt; lah. At least my part is easy to learn. Soprano lines are always easy yar.., unlike &lt;strong&gt;alto&lt;/strong&gt; lines. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm sort of in love with 'Everytime'. It's like a rather old song already, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;at night I pray; that soon your face will fade away&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back.. Hmms, the weekends passed so quickly. Maybe it was  because I was 'studying' most of the time. HAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, sis bought a new set of sofa. It arrived on Saturday. It's pretty comfy, but I kind of miss the old sofa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's New Year's Eve. Brother's going to paint the living room I-dunno-what-eeky-yucky-color.. He's supposed to finish the walls within five hours? Madness. Mum should have asked me to draw on it. It would have been much nicer. Sighs, but unfortunately she let my &lt;em&gt;talent&lt;/em&gt; slip away. Sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay ogay.. I'm going to bed soon. It's nine something already. Little children need ample sleep you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110778323953939820?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110778323953939820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110778323953939820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110777601796302268</id><published>2005-02-07T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:34:22.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. no lessons tomorrow. And I'm going back to my primary school. I can hardly wait to see my friends. My dear dear friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tests today were hard and I doubt I can pass.. just hope that I fail beautifully at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to go have a quick dinner before going out to &lt;strong&gt;shop&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL. I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to all!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110777601796302268?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110777601796302268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110777601796302268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-back-from-school-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110751218952128257</id><published>2005-02-04T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T18:18:15.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; awaited weekend's coming. Hmm.. just a few more days to Chinese New Year. But well, I don't feel the excitement at all. Maybe I'm too tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new lay is almost done. I just need a little brushing up here and there.. but the thing is my compy's internet connection's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;. Like duh..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm using my brother's compy. I was thinking of transferring all the stuff to this computer through a floppy disk. But guess what? After I have had everything &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt; done, I realised that his computer doesn't have a floppy disk drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about him, he has yet to bring his girlfriend back for us to see. Maybe he's shy? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, back to me. School's has been busy. But I know that this is just the beginning. I have been having gastric pains supposedly cause by stress. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have been doing badly for all my tests.. I even failed some. Tell me how am I going to survive for the next ten months? It's living hell alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I'm going to sleep soon. Still have lots of homework to rush and tests to study for. Someone save me pleeeeease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I shall go to bed now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110751218952128257?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110751218952128257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110751218952128257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally-long-awaited-weekends-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110697785826865617</id><published>2005-01-29T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T13:51:04.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;COMING UP: A brand new blogskin.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110697785826865617?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110697785826865617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110697785826865617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/01/coming-up-brand-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110638507228594967</id><published>2005-01-22T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T17:11:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ogay.. have not been blogging for almost one month. I'm too busy, and I need sleep badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a tiring week for me again next week. I am having four tests and I have to stay back every single day. Shoot me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a public holiday. I'm so grateful for that. At least I made up for a few hours of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my lack of sleep, I have been super blur these few days. On Thursday during Chemistry lesson, Elim was picking register numbers to answer her question. As usual, I was the lucky one(duh..). I was supposed to tell her what kind of reaction will liberate an insoluble gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er.. Nitrates + Acid? (gasped at my own answer)&lt;br /&gt;Elim: (Shocked-ed)What rubbish are you talking? I got teach you such equation or not? Huh? Don't give me rubbish! ..^#$%^#!@*&amp;..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh.. Acid + Metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. And she actually let me get away without having to copy a million times of the 'solubility of gases' table. Well, she should have seen the way I do my practical.. Gulps. But I was lucky lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to yesterday. It was spring-cleaning time. I didn't have to do anything because I had too much work to do. Well, I felt rather guilty.. but I was really busy trying to think of ideas for my 1200-word essay. Ugh. It was driving me nuts. I spent the whole of the afternoon on it but I was still stuck at 800 words. I gave up obviously. Besides, I was already seeing moons and stars after having to glue my eyes to the compy screen for eight whole hours. I could have seen the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm supposed to be studying now. Hmm.. but the books just don't look appealing to me today. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah.. I shall go and do something else now. Don't think I will be blogging for another hundred years, so god bless you peeps. Smilee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110638507228594967?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110638507228594967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110638507228594967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2005/01/ogay.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110413195918753870</id><published>2004-12-27T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T15:28:12.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flies. The holidays are ending soon. Around a hundred and fifty-five more hours and that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred and fifty-five hours to &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred and fifty-five hours to facing &lt;strong&gt;books&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred and fifty-five hours to seeing &lt;strong&gt;Elim&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred and fifty-five hours to seeing &lt;strong&gt;ChooWeiBin&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred and fifty-five hours to &lt;strong&gt;studies, studies and more studies&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred and fifty-five hours to &lt;strong&gt;stress&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred and fifty-five hours to the &lt;strong&gt;end of my freedom&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;and, a hundred and fifty-five hours to &lt;font color="red"; size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;torment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary. The more you wish time will pass slower, the more it hastens its pace. It's a frustrating thing to think about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's nothing much I can do now except to pray that I can complete everything before school reopens. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been enjoying myself alot lately. Christmas Eve was a fun day, and so was Christmas Day itself. As promised, we stayed up late on Christmas Eve to count down. LOL. Had a &lt;em&gt;tweeny weeny &lt;/em&gt;Chrissy party at 12.00a.m.. Sis bought the log cake and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah doo and I bought chocolates for everyone. As usual, Sis bought prezzies for us. And she bought the Kevin Kern CD for meeeeee! HAHA. *prances around the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were still full of energy at one o'clock, so we had some silly pictures of our teddies taken. Sis has set the one with the Santa figurine as the wallpaper. Gee. She took some spastic videos of us too. Funny. So we only went to bed at two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Day, Mum brought us &lt;strong&gt;shopping&lt;/strong&gt;! She bought my birthday prezzie. HAHA. It's not a musicbox. =( But well, she said to get me one next year since we could not find a nice one this year. I'm looking forward to that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, yesterday I spent the whole of the afternoon and night clearing and tidying up my very-messy table. Finally I can see my table. Threw away lots of things and now I have so much space in my cupboard that I can easily fit a dinosaur inside! Okay, a miniature one. Do you know that birds actually were dinosaurs?? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay. Something dreadful happened yesterday. I wasted the whole of the evening weeping and moping around. Mum and Sis even gave up trying to cheer me up. LOL. I'm very hard to satisfy you know. But I fine now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. it's a long entry. I must grasp hold of this chance to blog, or I may not get the opportunity when school starts a hundred and fifty-five hours later. LOL. I sound as if I have only a hundred and fifty-five hours more to live. I know some are hoping that it's true. But well, I'm afraid I'm still in the pink of health. Thanks for your concern anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's choir practice tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. =( I don't feel like going back to school &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; soon. Hmmm. Okay, at least I have the class BBQ to look forward to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better be going. Much love..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110413195918753870?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110413195918753870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110413195918753870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/12/time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110334441881865549</id><published>2004-12-18T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T12:33:38.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh! My bones are breaking. The last two days were uber cool! Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we went to the European Flying Circus. Yes, I went to a &lt;strong&gt;circus&lt;/strong&gt;. At first I was reluctant to go, but since my sis has already booked the tickets, I went. We made our way down to Downtown East, then we smuggled our dinner into the theatre. LOL. The show was awesome! The people were flying here and there and stuff. HAHA. I didn't regret going after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, which was yesterday, went out with Xin Ling to see &lt;strong&gt;Sun Yanzi&lt;/strong&gt;. The area was already packed when we reached. We went all the way to the end of the queue because we did not have the HMV coupon. It's really unfair okay. When she got onto the stage we were still behind waiting. Somemore there was this super-duper &lt;em&gt;extra&lt;/em&gt; blue curtain covering the side of the stage, which blocked our view out &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt;. We could only see the top part of her head, not even her brows. But anyway, we got her autograph at last when all those who have the coupon had their's. Finally we got to see her &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home with an aching back and wobbly legs. I'm so tired! There's going to be a concert at the Esplanade tomorrow. The pineapple is performing I think. Hope it will be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I still have loads to do. Got to fly! Take care ahma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110334441881865549?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110334441881865549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110334441881865549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/12/ugh-my-bones-are-breaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110276201513843780</id><published>2004-12-11T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T18:50:49.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ought to find ways to lengthen my attention span, otherwise i will never be able to finish all that i want to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been waking up &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; late nowadays. blame it all on the weather! HAHA. and ive been &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; restless these days. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, fine, fine. it's my fault actually yar. im a &lt;strong&gt;superb&lt;/strong&gt; procrastinator. lols. but who cares? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. made a trip down to compasspoint yesterday. went to popular. my sisters bought a lot. but i didnt really have much to buy so i just bought a novel. &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;! i bought a book to read o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i finished reading the whole thing yesterday. i guess i liked it a lot. it's by nicholas sparks anyway. gee. he's a great novelist. i have to buy/borrow more of his books soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strike&gt;beginning to sound&lt;/strike&gt; nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmms. today wasnt as fine. my dad came home with a black face. some malay fellow knocked into his car and &lt;em&gt;yar&lt;/em&gt;... so he was very angry lah. but he said he's not going to send the car for repairing. hurs. my dad's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumdeedums. spent my day idling. was thinking about my dreams last night. i have been having peculiar dreams again. blahness. i doubt all these will ever happen, or rather, i &lt;strong&gt;will never &lt;/strong&gt;let them happen, so i guess it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. enough typed. it's teevee time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110276201513843780?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110276201513843780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110276201513843780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-ought-to-find-ways-to-lengthen-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110249246995897399</id><published>2004-12-08T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:55:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay im bored... so i shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar i know. the holidays are ending soon. it seems like &lt;strong&gt;everybody&lt;/strong&gt; is telling me that. everyone's started and finishing their holiday assignments already and im like still stranded at the first few questions of amaths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, it's going to be christmas soon!! just another seventeen days. teehee. my family's going to stay up on christmas eve. i think there will be lots of fun! maybe we can even see santa. yar. santa. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ooooh! im &lt;strong&gt;fifteen&lt;/strong&gt; now. hah. but i dont seem to feel any difference. my friends say im &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;. ahaha. im mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumdeedums. have been busy with my webbie. just encountered some problems with the coding stuff so i doubt it's going to be up soon. but it's no big deal anyway since it's like hosted for free. im not really into webdesigning yet, so...yar. maybe i shall consider buying a domain in future. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmms. you must be expecting one whole chunk of stuff here dedicated to you i guess. but no, im not guilty of anything so why should i even bother? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;you all are thinking too much&lt;/strong&gt; okay. i &lt;strong&gt;do not &lt;/strong&gt;hate anyone. im too young to do so. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go! god bless.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110249246995897399?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110249246995897399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110249246995897399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/12/okay-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110137385809332670</id><published>2004-11-25T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T17:10:58.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to town again yesterday. watched &lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;u&gt;the incredibles&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; with mum and sisters. &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; got to watch it. it's uber cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumdeedums` the new choir instructor wasnt as scary as i thought he would be. yea. he's rather okay, except that he's quite &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahness. havent been doing homework! ugh. dont even dare to look at them. madness mens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. i feel like sleeping. but ive got a looooooong list of things to do. nevermind. shall find a way to do that. got to fly. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110137385809332670?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been doing much lately. obviously i have not touched a single homework yet. it's a big pile you know. looks as if it can kill any being. ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways i have been going out almost everyday for the past week. went shopping and stuff. it's wearing me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey, choir practices are commencing soon. we are having one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;and i dont wanna go.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for several reasons lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt; i want to sleep in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. sansanhan's gone back to cambodia&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;i want to sleep in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. some people dont wanna see my face&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;strong&gt; i want to sleep in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i dont wish to see some faces either&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;strong&gt; i want to sleep in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. we are going to have a &lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt; instructor&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;strong&gt; i want to sleep in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i simply dread going for choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw... i have such relevant excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, ahma's back from her perak trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope she has enjoyed herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i hope she has been missing me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sucha muddlehead mens. i thought wednesday was the sixteenth. so i didnt call her on tuesday to bid her goodbye. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ahma, cheer up hor. u still have me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smilee =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekes. just now went to cp with mum and sisters. they are a bunch of weird peeps. they were looking for a birthday prezzie for me and they asked me along. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways im very &lt;em&gt;gandong&lt;/em&gt; lah. i thought they have all forgotten about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum's gonna get a musicbox for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayee!! i love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladeedums`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups. ive just finished clearing my secondary three books. my table looks at least a billion times neater now. good. so i can start attmepting my homework &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;. yar. &lt;strong&gt;soon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive decided not to look for a job for now. shall think about that next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off i go to bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110112080201327428?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110112080201327428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110112080201327428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/11/dumdeedums-hahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-110017212171691205</id><published>2004-11-11T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:23:05.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=orange&gt;&lt;b&gt;no school&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow's the last day of the supplementary lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it makes no difference at all since im like so occupied during the hols?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of things on my mind now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im not confused since i have already sorted my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered miss lie telling us not to make decisions when one is in fury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad i took her advice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a such a disspointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know you anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-110017212171691205?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110017212171691205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/110017212171691205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-school-and-tomorrows-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-109999106255425910</id><published>2004-11-09T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:04:22.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=orange&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my chemistry test is over&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so frigging happy mens. no more tests until next year. fwahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways was kinda cranky today. today's not exactly a fine day. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got told off by chooweibin. i merely said a six-word sentence, and he gave me a five-minute lecture. bleahs. he even tried to feed me my lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid him lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i dont hate kelvintan anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, I HATE CHOOWEIBIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. it's not worth getting so fed-up over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. i seriously think im turning senile soon. just look at the heaps of holiday assignments the chers give. endless. it's madness after madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, i still have a lil' sis who's out to murder me personally with her irritating teddy bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well oh well, maybe that's what you call childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. come to think of that, i think i have got a really deprived one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed out lots because i wasnt brave enough to try out new stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, it's kinda silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im blabbering nonsense again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways shant go on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people shouldnt know too much ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing too much hurts sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's best to be like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretend to be a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeps. if you are not wrong, you dont hafta feel guilty at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you are, well, you gotta at least reflect on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont always push the blame on others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will only make them detest you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish to hate you okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-109999106255425910?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109999106255425910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109999106255425910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-chemistry-test-is-over-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-109982470073939701</id><published>2004-11-07T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T18:55:45.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kor is back finally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's my problem, not yours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekes. had choir bbq yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went because i wanted to see miss lim. and that's the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's really leaving. i will miss her badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniffs =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies. three years with her is gone just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate ms tan&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as the choir is improving, and the bond between us is getting sronger, she is taking miss lim away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she only cares about &lt;strong&gt;results&lt;/strong&gt;, and nothing else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate her i hate her i hate her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, had a nice chat with miss lim. just the few of us. yanyee, sansan, jocelyn and me. she told us stuff. we all know she's sad too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ahma actually cried. i swear i have never seen her cry before. hahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. back to the bbq. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was rather fine. not as bad as i've thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was somewhat angry cos some people simply refused to help. they were just waiting to be spoon-fed. and there they go complaining about the insufficient food and blahblah. i mean, at least make it a point to help if you wanna eat lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmph. i have nothing to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only left the place at nine something. miss lim's husband sent some of us to the interchange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the few of us took 88 back. was crapping again throughout the journey. and alan sang and sang and sang. jac sang a lot too. xinling said they are compatible. lols. i'm innocent kaes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. that was my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still missing miss lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups. chemistry test is next week mens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. madness. havent study yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish time will pick up speed. one more week of schoooooooool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahs. now i hate ms tan even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. happy moments always come to an end. i guess we just hafta get used to choir sessions without miss lim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs wong says she's thinking of having mr ong. miss lim says she thinks we will like him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-109982470073939701?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109982470073939701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109982470073939701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/11/kor-is-back-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-109964788005730148</id><published>2004-11-05T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T17:45:47.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's raining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained the day before yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained yesterday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it will rain tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's pray for rain to come so that they will cancel the bbq. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fwahahahah`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont wanna go okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think tomorrow will be another &lt;u&gt;horrible&lt;/u&gt; day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. dont wish to think 'bout it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways accompanied mum to the doctor's. well, glad that it wasnt anything serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;. and hey, i have a chemistry test next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you chers are maddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is that im absolutely &lt;strong&gt;nuts&lt;/strong&gt; 'bout chemistry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how great can things be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-109964788005730148?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109964788005730148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109964788005730148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-109947755011080109</id><published>2004-11-03T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:34:09.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lollipops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns. im sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekes. today's another boring schoolday. boring teachers, boring lessons. life's &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; boring. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. yesterday was a &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was frigging happy 'cos everyone was &lt;u&gt;super&lt;/u&gt; kind to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that singapore is a country filled with love and compassion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i mean it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i suddenly find that my parents and siblings are so nice to me. love 'em lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a horrible day. I HATE TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it spoilt my mood &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shant say too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very bothered. and i mean &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know a lot of things. im not an idiot okay? just stop bugging me, &lt;strong&gt;will you&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im utterly disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-109947755011080109?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109947755011080109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109947755011080109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/11/lollipops.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-109930525712532990</id><published>2004-11-01T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:54:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ff6699"&gt;yayyeee&lt;/font&gt;! &lt;em&gt;byebye&lt;/em&gt; exams. i'm gonna play and sleep all day long mens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. the chinese paper was &lt;em&gt;blaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;. i hope i can clear it. -prays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaha`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy because i skipped the whole of today's lesson! one whole hour of &lt;strong&gt;chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;. fwahaha. and there's no chemistry tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yayeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play until i go &lt;font color="ff6699"&gt;craz&lt;em&gt;aye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the period after the exams is when you go &lt;strong&gt;mad&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;looney &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;u&gt;insane&lt;/u&gt;. that's just what i'm going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. wonder what kor is doing now. &lt;em&gt;faster come home lah you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai` yeps. sis knows about my results oredi. harrs. glad that she didnt hit the ceiling. she just told me to work hard and stuff. sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate studying. hrmph. why do we need to study? it's only for the sake of a cert. bahs. if i've a choice, i wanna go out to work as soon as i finish secondary school. but i know mum will definitely not acknowledge that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekes. shouldnt get so serious since exams are over or i will get feddup all over. better enjoy myself now before the chemistry test comes. &lt;strong&gt;there's going to be a chemistry test soon okay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-109930525712532990?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109930525712532990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109930525712532990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/11/yayyeee-byebye-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-109903748600931945</id><published>2004-10-29T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:49:34.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea. i'm slacking &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please remind me that i have a paper on monday, which is like 60 hours away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just not in the mood to study. it's raining, and i wanna sleeeeep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs. now i'm alone at home. so i can do wadever i like. wahahahahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps. i'm changing my blogskin soon. just a little touching up here and there and it will be out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a sneak preview of how it's like, take a look at my tagboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's &lt;font color="orange"&gt;orange&lt;/font&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool colour huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekes. got back my report book today. needless to say, i did super-duper-ultra &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad. serious. told mummy my results. she said my standard's gone down. although she did not reprimand me or what, i know she's very disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have not told my sis 'bout my results yet. she'd probably jump and hit the ceiling or what. i dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i hafta bid my hamsters goodbye. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, but.. i'm determined to study &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; hard next year for the 'O's. yes. that's what i'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, sadly, i think i will end up slacking still. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, please give me strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i've gone mad again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bish*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-109903748600931945?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109903748600931945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109903748600931945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/10/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-109896189213529481</id><published>2004-10-28T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:49:52.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man... i cant believe i slacked the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to study my chinese and do koh's homework. but i went out instead. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps. accompanied mummy to compasspoint. bought things. we had a nice chat on the way home. found out something 'bout kor. hahahahah` stupid him! he told me nothing. hahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday's the chinese exam!! and im not prepared, &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;!!! god bless. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-109896189213529481?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109896189213529481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109896189213529481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-109878578917790767</id><published>2004-10-26T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T18:16:29.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="#FF6699"&gt;I've found a reason;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think that this world is a beautiful place. but not anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply hate being maligned for something that i've not done. please get your facts clear before you even tryda humiliate someone. and &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; take a look at yourself in the mirror. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a limit to my patience. dont push your luck too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. i shall not talk 'bout this anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a nice schoolday. hah. managed to skip a few boring lessons. yawns. yups. and the science teachers are busy with the 'O's and all that, so we did our &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm gonna meet up with my primary school friends soon, i think. harr. anyway i miss them truckloads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna see my &lt;font color="ff6699"&gt;sisterssssss&lt;/font&gt; too!! shall ask them to accompany me to the movies. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. i'm gonna watch teevee now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my true friends. i love my ahma and ahgong. muackks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="ff6699"&gt;a reason to hate you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-109878578917790767?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109878578917790767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109878578917790767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/10/ive-found-reason-i-used-to-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-109859636701709913</id><published>2004-10-24T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T14:26:29.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="#FF6699"&gt;I've found a reason;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;sunday&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;hurhur&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so stressed alright. i dunno why. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai` there is &lt;u&gt;choir&lt;/u&gt; tomorrow. and i wanna &lt;strong&gt;sleep in &lt;/strong&gt;okay?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a pig. oink. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. everyone's feeling so horrible today. take for instance, my sis. she's been pulling this &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; face since she woke up. it's not exactly great to be facing a black face all thru`out lunch, esp when u are oredi feeling rotten.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. mabbe im going over to gram's later. depends. actually i dun feel like going out at all. it's raining. sucha nice weather for sl&lt;em&gt;eeeeee&lt;/em&gt;eeeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i have not finish my hw yet.&lt;/em&gt; bleahs. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to hw. getting senile doing the chemistry qns which make absolutely no sense at all to me. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna change my template again. heh. seems like i'm forever-changing dem. i just dowan some people to get the wrong idea. it's irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeps. ahma, i've put up the links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i dreamt of kelvintan &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. this is freaking me out mens. please just go away and stop pestering me in my dreams lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more week to chinese exams and im still slacking. nevermind... since i cant be bothered anyway.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="ff6699"&gt;a reason to hate you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-109859636701709913?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109859636701709913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109859636701709913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/10/ive-found-reason-its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627684.post-109851791421498370</id><published>2004-10-23T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T16:11:09.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="#FF6699"&gt;I've found a reason;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm... it's a saturday afternoon, and i'm &lt;em&gt;freezing&lt;/em&gt; mens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not intending to do my homework today. the sight of them makes me feel sick. &lt;strong&gt;ulps&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yups. i'm bored, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. how i wish the holidays will come soon. one week seems so long. and we still have the two-week supplementary lesson thing. it's killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey, i still have chinese to study for. i've hardly touched that book. lols. the exam is like about one week away??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what ah-ma is doing now. must be&lt;strong&gt; studying&lt;/strong&gt;. oei! when are we going out together??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i still feel very bothered. but at least not that pissed anymore. i like to be left &lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt; way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="ff6699"&gt;a reason to hate you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627684-109851791421498370?l=frozen-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109851791421498370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627684/posts/default/109851791421498370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-pink.blogspot.com/2004/10/ive-found-reason-hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ActwZMFy66I/SseUSOIibmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9uS8a--Wlhk/S220/cc17-1.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
